Soul Emperor Martial God

The fighting on the Martial Arts Arena continued incessantly.

Each Kingdom, each Martial Arts Holy Land, had gathered the strongest 32 Heavenly Talents.

They competed against each other, vying for supremacy.

One spectacular fight after another always elicited bursts of astonishment from the spectators.

As elders, seeing so many outstanding talents emerge among this generation naturally filled them with reassurance and satisfaction.

Several hours later, after 16 matches of head-to-head competition, the curtain fell.

All 32 Heavenly Talents had taken the stage.

However, the stage of narrowing down from 32 to 16 had not yet started.

After 16 battles, 16 people had won and 16 had lost.

But the 16 who lost still had a chance to challenge again.

The defeated 16 could choose any opponent from among the 16 winners.

If they won, they would advance in place of the victors.

Of course, they only had one chance and could only pick one person.

Therefore, they had to choose carefully.

Simply put, those who had just lost, like Bing Wujiang and Ling Yu, still had another chance.

Such rules were imposed to truly select the strongest Heavenly Talent from among the 32.

This prevented stronger talents from losing gloomily in a matchup of titans, and weaker talents from advancing due to favorable draws.

The three rounds of competition at the East Sea Coast were the strictest tests of strength for each Heavenly Talent.

Two hours later, after several battles, this phase also came to an end.

After all, there were not many weaker talents who had advanced merely by luck.

The number of fights that needed to be redone was also not many.

Out of the 32, 16 were finally chosen.

Among those previously defeated, Bing Wujiang was notably included.

Ling Yu, however, did not make it.

Among these 16, almost all were the strongest Heavenly Talents from their respective countries.

Lin Jin and Zhong Wuyou, among others, did not make it.

However, Tie Niu and Qin Feiyang did advance.

Including Xiao Yi and Bai Mohan.

The Flame Martial Kingdom had a total of four participants advancing.

...

On the Martial Arts Arena, 16 contestants gathered, and a referee from the Demon Hunting Hall explained the rules.

The ensuing fights would still consist of one-on-one battles.

From these 16, eight would be decided.

"Number 1 and Number 13 stay, the other Heavenly Talents, leave the Martial Arts Arena," the referee said loudly.

Swoosh... Swoosh... Swoosh...

14 contestants left.

On the Martial Arts Arena, only Xiao Yi and contestant number 13 remained.

"Xiao Yi." The speaker was a young man, around 25 or 26.

The man was clad in a broad black robe, handsome in appearance but with a hint of sullenness.

"Wan Zuolang." Xiao Yi said calmly.

Wan Zuolang was number 13.

Wan Zuolang, the Young Sect Master of the Black Wood Kingdom's Poison Sect, was also the top Heavenly Talent of the Black Wood Kingdom.

This man was a master of poison use, and his reputation as a Heavenly Talent was even greater than that of Bing Wujiang.

"Will you make the first move, or shall I?" Wan Zuolang asked with a cold voice.

"If I make the first move, you won't have a chance to."

Xiao Yi shrugged, "I was just going to say that."

"That's quite arrogant." Wan Zuolang nodded, stretching out a hand from within his broad robe.

Streams of black gas suddenly emitted from this hand.

The gas moved swiftly.

In almost a breath, it had transformed into a black dragon, circling and enclosing a ten-meter radius around Xiao Yi.

"Poison gas." Xiao Yi smiled faintly.

Then another layer of black gas came enveloping.

Similarly forming a circle, wrapping around the outside of Xiao Yi.

In just a few seconds, the layers of poison gas enclosing Xiao Yi had reached over ten.

Each layer was poison gas.

Most importantly, each type of poison gas contained different lethal toxins, and the toxicity increased with each layer.

Several more seconds passed.

The layers of poison gas surrounding Xiao Yi had reached several tens.

Tens of layers of poison gas, interconnected.

"Xiao Yi, you've lost," Wan Zuolang said coldly.

Xiao Yi remained expressionless and spoke softly, "Being able to control so many potent toxins simultaneously, the Young Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, truly lives up to his reputation."

"If I'm not mistaken, your Martial Soul is the Poisonous Spider King, right?"

"Good eye," Wan Zuolang chuckled lightly, "but that's about it."

"Die."

Wan Zuolang coldly shouted, and the Hand of Baize suddenly clenched.

Dozens of layers of deadly poison simultaneously contracted.

Xiao Yi, at the center, was instantly engulfed by countless poison gases.

"Heh," Wan Zuolang smirked smugly, "There are dozens of lethal poisons in there."

"Corrosive Poison, Bone-dissolving Poison, Corpse Water Poison, Poison of Essence Devouring..."

"Each one is so deadly that even a Heavenly Origin Peak Martial Artist would stay well away."

"When dozens of them merge, even an Extreme Realm Martial Artist would perish within a moment."

The Poisonous Spider King is an exceedingly rare demon beast.

Ranked as a Level 8 Mid Stage Demon Beast.

Rumors say it truly controls ten thousand types of lethal poison, terrifyingly formidable, almost a supreme demon beast among the Level 8 Mid Stage ones.

Even ordinary Earth Extreme Late Stage Martial Artists, unless necessary, dare not provoke such a demon beast.

It's not that this type of demon beast is particularly strong.

Instead, their bodies are exceptionally fragile, much weaker than an average Extreme Realm Middle Stage demon beast.

But, their poisons, all mixed toxicities, often involve over a thousand types combined.

Once touched, the potency of the poison is strong enough to condemn even Extreme Realm Martial Artists.

Moreover, with so many poisons mixed, even ordinary Alchemy Saints are helpless and unable to detoxify.

And as for Martial Soul, it is of the Blue Peak Stage,

Slightly inferior to the Endless Ice Dust.

But in terms of efficacy, it's rarer than the Endless Ice Dust.

"Disperse." Just then, from within the layers of black Qi, a cold shout sounded.

The tide-like sword sound easily shattered the dozen layers of poison gas.

Within, Xiao Yi's face turned black for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

"Hmm?" Wan Zuolang frowned, "Alchemist?"

"Impressive," praised Wan Zuolang, "Those dozens of lethal poisons just now are the strongest I currently control."

"To think they were all neutralized by you."

Above, in the spectator seats, there was a burst of exclamation.

"What impressive alchemy knowledge," several older generation Martial Artists marveled.

"Just now, that young man's face turned black, clearly he was already poisoned."

"Yet, he recovered in an instant, obviously, he has detoxified."

"Correct," another elder said, "If I'm not mistaken, that young man took a mixed Elixir."

The speakers were famous Alchemy Saints from the East Sea Fortress, ranked as Eighth-grade Alchemists.

"To be able to identify the poison so quickly and counteract it with his own mixed Elixir."

"This young man's alchemy knowledge is no less than ours."

Those dozens of combined poisons, though not difficult for an Eighth-grade Alchemist to resolve,

The challenge lies in detoxifying so quickly.

At this moment, on the Martial Arts Arena, a loud shout came.

"Ten Thousand Poison Annihilation," Wan Zuolang suddenly shouted.

The Hand of Baize waved heavily, hundreds, nearly a thousand strands of black Qi surged out intensely.

Nearly a thousand layers of poison gas surrounded Xiao Yi.

Layer upon layer of different toxicities contained nearly a thousand types of lethal poisons.

"Explode," Wan Zuolang shouted again.

A thousand layers of poison gas all converged, engulfing Xiao Yi once again.

Of course, among these thousand layers of poison gas, aside from the dozens handled by Wan Zuolang as the strongest poisons,

The rest were much weaker.

However, a thousand layers of poison gas affected an area of several miles around.

Originally just whiffs of poison gas, now they transformed into giant black beasts.

Instantly merging and erupting, the power was astonishing.

Its power was definitely above Bing Wujiang's 'Endless Ice Dust.'

Boom...Booom...Boom...

Within the thousand layers of poison gas, bursts of explosions rang out.

Wan Zuolang sneered coldly, "No one can survive under my Ten Thousand Poison Annihilation."

Saying this, Wan Zuolang looked up to the sky, "Demon Hunting Hall elders, you can declare the winner now."

The referee in the sky frowned, just about to say something.

Just at that moment, a streak of light leapt out from the thousand layers of poison gas.

A cold ice sword instantly broke through the thick layers of poison.

Swoosh.

A point of icy light had reached Wan Zuolang's throat.

"I told you, if I strike first, you won't stand a chance," Xiao Yi said calmly, "You've lost."

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Second update.