Chapter 120
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Chapter 120: The Battle for "Fame"
Zhang Yang had never encountered a genius who specialized in soul power, especially one from the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land. Under normal circumstances, he would have been excited for such a battle.
But the incessant chants of "Zhang the Con Artist" gnawed at his nerves, filling him with rage.
He was determined to prove himself.
He prepared to exert his full strength.
The two warriors collided, unleashing a violent clash of soul power.
"Thousand Mountains Soul Power—I will crush you!" Jin Dali bellowed.
He channeled a supreme soul power martial arts technique, one that had been specially tailored for him by the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land. His aura surged, exuding unparalleled dominance.
To cultivate this soul power, Jin Dali had traversed countless mountains, absorbing their essence, refining it, and condensing it into his own strength.
The most terrifying aspect of this technique was its ability to extract the essence of a thousand mountains, creating an overwhelming force known as Thousand Mountains Soul Power. Even at the Great Boundless Realm, this technique was said to remain an invincible trump card.
By now, he had refined the essence of nineteen mountains.
As he unleashed his devastating attack, the phantom silhouettes of nineteen towering mountains appeared behind him, looming like divine titans.
The force of his punch generated a shockwave that seemed to tear the fabric of reality itself.
In contrast, Zhang Yang’s approach appeared far simpler.
Yet, after his breakthrough into the Touching Heaven Realm, he was no longer the same as he had been in the Returning to Origin Realm. With each strike, the roars of ancient beasts echoed around him.
There was no golden light, no thunder, no fire, and no freezing cold.
Instead, he wielded six divine powers:
Cang Wolf Power!
Giant Elephant Power!
Demon Elephant Power!
Ant King Power!
Baxiang Power!
Xuanwu Soul Power!
A combination of three dominant and three supplementary divine abilities.
The battle for fame, strength, and reputation had truly begun.
Of course, the so-called weaker powers were only relatively weaker compared to the ten divine powers Zhang Yang had mastered. In the outside world, they were still immensely powerful. With the three strongest powers as his foundation, this combination made Zhang Yang’s punch overwhelmingly tyrannical.
As he exhaled, the air around him condensed into mist, and ethereal forms of Cang Wolf, the ancient Giant Elephant, the ancient Demon Elephant, the Ant King, Baxiang, and Xuanwu seemed to materialize around him.
As Zhang Yang surged forward, the mist dissipated, leaving only him and that single, devastating punch.
Boom!
The two masters of soul power clashed in their most intense battle yet.
The impact of their power sent violent tremors through the surrounding space, distorting the air within a ten-meter radius as if it were on the verge of shattering.
Most shockingly, the divine mountains behind Jin Dali began to crumble, disintegrating in an instant as if the very world was collapsing.
“Pfft!”
Jin Dali spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flung uncontrollably into the air.
Blood splattered as he soared, his furious roars mingling with the gasps and screams of the crowd.
"You’re such a con artist!"
"At the Moonview Tower battle, you deliberately hid your true level! You’ve long surpassed the Returning to Origin Realm!"
"Zhang the Con Artist!"
With a loud crash, Jin Dali slammed into the ground. Yet, even as he lay there, only the words “Zhang the Con Artist” continued to echo throughout Blackstone Arena.
Zhang Yang’s fury burned.
What enraged him even more was the endless uproar around him.
“He really hid his strength!”
“During the Moonview Tower battle, he set his own traps—what a con artist!”
“Zhang the Con Artist! Zhang the Con Artist!”
The chants only grew louder, voices rising in sharp, mocking tones.
The sound of glass shattering rang through the arena as Liu Feijue snarled in rage.
“Zhang the Con Artist! You tricked me! You set me up back at Moonview Tower!”
He was convinced that Zhang Yang had been scheming against him all along.
Meanwhile, Liu Feikong burst into laughter.
"Brother Zhang, the ultimate con artist! I surrender! Hahahaha!"
Faced with his increasingly solidified infamy, Zhang Yang gradually calmed himself.
His sister had been right—if he became strong enough, his enemies would be left speechless, their accusations drowned beneath the weight of his overwhelming power.
So, there was only one path forward.
Battle.
And Jin Dali, the chief instigator of this chaos, was the first target.
Without hesitation, Zhang Yang stepped forward toward the still-recovering Jin Dali.
Bang!
With a single punch, the already-injured Jin Dali had no time to react before he was struck down.
His death instantly ignited the battlefield.
He was a genius of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
His fall sent shockwaves through the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land and deeply unsettled the onlookers.
“Fellow disciples from the same homeland, kill this wicked thief! Avenge Junior Brother Jin!”
With Qiu Lingshui’s command, a full-scale attack erupted.
Seven hundred disciples surged forward in unison.
Above, three powerful figures in the sky roared and descended like meteors, charging straight at Zhang Yang.
The vast Blackstone Arena still had ample space at its center—now transformed into a battlefield.
Zhang Yang stood alone in the middle, his gaze cold as he watched the approaching horde.
He listened to their accusations.
"Wicked thief?"
He sneered, his voice filled with disdain.
"In my life, I have seen many wicked thieves—but none as vile as you from the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
You act powerful, claiming deep-rooted influence, forming your so-called ‘Demon Slayer Team’ to satisfy your own selfish desires.
How many innocent people have you slaughtered? How many women and children have died at your hands?
You are the real wicked thieves—rabid dogs without humanity!"
As he spoke, his killing intent grew heavier, suffocating the air itself.
The battle was far from over.
"We formed the Demon Slayer Team to protect the Southern Region and its billions of people. So what if a few were mistakenly killed? If you oppose the Demon Slayer Team, you oppose the people of the Southern Region—and you deserve to be punished!" Qiu Lingshui roared.
"Punish him!"
Over seven hundred voices thundered in unison, their battle cries filled with fury.
Zhang Yang murmured to himself, "Today, I will unleash a massacre."
Gripping the Thousand Wolves Pillar, he charged forward with unstoppable force.
His speed was so extraordinary that even Jian Wuying’s arrows—renowned for their precision, forged from the sacred archery lineage of the Eastern Domain—failed to find their mark. Instead, they embedded themselves uselessly into the ground with dull thuds.
He surged ahead like a raging tempest, effortlessly weaving past the attacks of Qiu Lingshui and Gao Fenglei.
With unyielding determination, he collided head-on with the seven hundred skilled warriors.
The Thousand Wolves Pillar was held firmly across his chest, his hands gripping it tightly. With his immense strength, he unleashed a devastating impact.
This time, he sought to prove himself.
Thus, he refrained from activating the pillar’s hidden mysteries.
The ten-meter-long Thousand Wolves Pillar thrust forward as he charged into the oncoming crowd.
Bang!
The first six or seven warriors were sent flying upon impact.
Zhang Yang surged forward like an unstoppable tide, tearing through their ranks like a ferocious beast.
The seven-hundred-strong force was arranged into seventy rows, each consisting of ten warriors, spreading across the vast battlefield.
Every single one of them was a formidable fighter, all at the Touching Heaven Realm.
Yet, they were no match for Zhang Yang.
A warrior who thrived in single combat against overwhelming odds, he wielded the Thousand Wolves Pillar like a tiger descending upon a flock of sheep.
His speed was so overwhelming that even the elite disciples of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land felt as fragile as paper, utterly incapable of resisting.
He barreled from the front to the rear, trampling and crushing five or six hundred of them in his path.
With just one charge, over half the warriors were either slain or grievously wounded, unable to continue fighting.
The crowd erupted in gasps of shock and horror. Even the mighty Qiu Lingshui, Gao Fenglei, and Jian Wuying, along with the other elite disciples, found themselves unable to keep up.
They hadn’t even had time to react before Zhang Yang had already torn through their ranks.
"You’re all too weak."
Zhang Yang swung the Thousand Wolves Pillar, launching into another spinning frenzy.
Jian Wuying’s arrows failed to close the distance, deflected mid-air before they could even reach him.
One by one, the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land experts were sent flying.
Qiu Lingshui gritted her silver teeth in frustration, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at Zhang the Con Artist—a man who defied all logic of martial arts.
He possessed no refined techniques, no tactical finesse, no secret arts or hidden skills.
He was a mere brute, fighting wildly and recklessly—yet somehow, they were powerless against him.
