The Ultimate Divine Class

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK—

Accompanied by a subtle sound of cracking bones, it was as if a thick shadow was rapidly rising.

A surge of heat waves rushed towards him.

Standing on the step below him, Lu Yuan, who was originally a head shorter, began to grow wildly in size.

His height increased to two point three meters in the blink of an eye.

His hair also grew explosively, reaching his waist, and his skin emitted a dark red glow like magma.

HUFF—HUFF—

He panted heavily, exhaling thick white steam from his mouth and nose.

The fitted goat mask fell off automatically, revealing a handsome but demonic face, covered in veins, looking ferocious and bizarre.

Third Stage, Ultimate Transformation!

A terrifying aura, like a wave of molten lava, slammed into the Tyrant King's face.

The surrounding air distorted.

His demon-like body took a step forward, closing in on the Tyrant King.

He lowered his head, a pair of eyes filled with coldness and brutality staring intensely at him.

Then, he spoke, word by word, "So, if I count you in... it should be enough, right?"

"Uh..."

The Tyrant King stood there stupefied, frozen in place for a moment, utterly shocked by the sudden change before him and unable to react.

At this moment, WHOOSH—

A fierce, howling wind blew in.

The intense sense of suffocation jolted the Tyrant King from his stupor.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a dark shadow, and his pupils shrank instantly.

BOOM!

Like a sandbag, the Tyrant King was sent flying by Lu Yuan's powerful palm.

BANG!

Lu Yuan stepped... officially onto the pyramid's highest platform, crushing large swathes of earth and rock.

"Damn it!"

With a roar, the Tyrant King, who had just been swatted away, lunged forward again.

The eyes behind the black iron mask blazed with rage.

Then, Lu Yuan, from right to left, gathered all his strength and swung his palm.

The air along its path erupted in a series of crackling explosions, and a visible white shockwave rippled out.

BANG! The blow landed squarely on the Tyrant King's face.

Once again, he was sent flying, plummeting straight down below the pyramid platform.

The faint sound of a heavy object tumbling down the steps could be heard.

HUFF... HUFF...

Lu Yuan took a few heavy breaths, exhaling billowing hot air.

Under his Third Stage Ultimate Transformation, his Break the Limit physique and Break the Limit agility potential were almost completely unleashed.

Level 4 [Special Burst], the effect of the Ultimate Outburst, was developed to a completely new level.

The power he could unleash in an instant, with a mere gesture, was so immense that even he didn't know what tier it had reached. Close to... a hundred tons? Even if it hasn't reached a hundred tons, it's probably not far off.

Having sent the Tyrant King flying, only Lu Yuan and a thin man wearing a silver sheep mask remained on the vast pyramid summit.

The latter stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at Lu Yuan, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Lu Yuan's current aura was simply too overpowering.

He was like a thousand-degree forge, the heat waves naturally emanating from him sweeping over and engulfing the entire platform.

With every step he took, loose stones and debris around his feet automatically rolled aside.

The air around the contours of his body distorted as if being scorched by extreme heat.

BOOM!

With a tremendous crash, a figure shot up into the sky and landed heavily before Lu Yuan with another BOOM!

It was the Tyrant King, returned.

At this point, the Tyrant King's clothes were completely torn away, and his black iron mask was gone, revealing a ferocious face covered in scars, with veins bulging prominently.

"Good, good, good!"

The Tyrant King stood before Lu Yuan. Even at full power, he still seemed a size smaller than Lu Yuan.

His eyes were fixed intently on Lu Yuan, a tempest of uncontrollable shock and horror swirling within their depths.

"Throughout all the Bloody Battles held so far, you're the first participant to dare strike a Spear Holder!"

ROAR!

The Tyrant King suddenly roared.

Wisps of crimson mist seeped from every pore on his body.

Stimulated by this blood mist, his already grotesquely muscular frame swelled once more.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK—

His body, already well over two meters tall, surged and expanded.

In a breath, he became even larger than Lu Yuan.

HUFF—

The Tyrant King exhaled a cloud of white breath, which actually stirred up a gust of wind on the platform—his lung capacity was absurdly immense.

The corners of his eyes had split open, his eyeballs densely webbed with bloodshot veins.

He resembled a primordial beast, radiating a vast and terrifying aura.

CRACK—CRACK—

The Tyrant King twisted his neck, so thick it was barely discernible, producing a series of horrifying bone-cracking sounds.

Then, looking at Lu Yuan, an exaggerated, savage grin spread across his bulging, fleshy face.

"Since becoming a Spear Holder, I haven't fought anyone. It seems some people have forgotten my na— Huh?!"

Before he could finish, a fierce gust of wind assaulted his face. The Tyrant King's pupils contracted violently.

He instinctively raised his arm, punching hard towards the colossal hand that loomed over him like a dark cloud.

Then, fist met palm.

SNAP! SNAP—

The Tyrant King's arm held for less than a tenth of a second before it was shattered inch by inch like a dry twig.

BOOM!

The terrifyingly large hand struck his absurdly muscular chest, which caved in with a sickening crunch.

The Tyrant King's massive frame, over two point four meters tall, was sent flying backward like an overturned heavy machine.

CLANG! He crashed into the Iron Spear Throne behind him.

He and the throne tumbled together into a tangled heap.

"So much nonsense," Lu Yuan said, retracting his hand and slowly flexing his wrist.

The recoil from that blow had made his arm slightly numb and tingly. Fortunately, his constitution was astonishing; the sensation vanished within thousandths of a second.

He calmly strolled towards the Tyrant King.

Reaching him, he saw the Tyrant King lying rigidly on the ground, panting heavily, his face a mask of utter shock and disbelief.

Lu Yuan glanced at him, then at the overturned Iron Spear Throne nearby.

After a moment's thought, he spread his arms, grabbed the throne, and with sheer force, lifted the massive hunk of iron.

"Urgh..."

Lying on the ground, the Tyrant King's eyes widened as he watched a colossal dark shadow pass over his body and face.

An indifferent voice followed, "Your transformation... doesn't seem that impressive, does it?"

Then... the enormous Iron Spear Throne came crashing down.

BOOM!

The moment the throne hit the ground, the entire pyramid's top platform vibrated violently.

Lying on the ground, the Tyrant King's arms and legs shot upwards, convulsing from the impact.

In the vast underground space, among the tens of thousands of spectators and Bloody Battle combatants, not a single person made a sound.

Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at the scene unfolding before them.

It was as if everyone's heart... had also trembled violently with the impact of the Iron Spear Throne.