Chapter 122
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Chapter 122: Supreme Great Art
The Son of the Sacred Land, a genius of the extraordinary realm.
Could he really be defeated with a single strike?
No one had ever considered such a possibility. Instead, more people wondered if Jiang Chao’s single strike would be the one to kill Zhang Yang.
After all, the title of the Son was not an empty boast; he was truly one of the most formidable geniuses in the Southern Region.
His spear, like a dragon, unleashed a brilliant spear glow that extended a full meter.
Jiang Chao attacked with fury, his movements wild and ferocious.
The remaining disciples of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, who had survived, hid at the fringes of the fighting arena, shouting in awe—
"Dragon Spear Technique! This is one of the Son’s most powerful martial arts techniques!"
"The Dragon Spear Technique! He intends to annihilate Zhang Yang with a single strike!"
"The Son will surely prevail!"
Roars of support erupted.
Many squinted their eyes, watching intently.
The Dragon Spear Technique, wielding the spear like a dragon, was said to unleash the power of a true fierce dragon, its destructive force astonishing.
This technique was widely renowned throughout the Southern Region and was one of the most devastating attack methods of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
And now the Dragon Spear Technique clashed against ten divine powers.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two forces finally collided.
The spear’s glow, a full meter long, was said to be capable of slicing through gold and stone, its sharpness terrifying.
Yet under Zhang Yang’s unstoppable blow, it shattered instantly.
Zhang Yang’s fist met the sharp tip of the spear—
Half a meter long, three-edged, resembling a steel needle.
He didn’t dodge.
He didn’t evade.
Instead, he collided with it directly, head-on.
Sparks exploded in all directions.
The razor-sharp spear tip clashed against Zhang Yang’s sheer brute force.
On Zhang Yang’s fist, golden light gleamed fiercely, as if covered in dragon scales—the profound essence of the Diamond Dragon Divine Power.
It was this very power that made Zhang Yang fearless against any spiritual weapon.
Even outside the Vast Forest, where spiritual weapons could fully display their might, he remained undaunted.
Amidst the shower of sparks and under the intense gaze of the onlookers, a crack appeared on the spear’s tip. The fearsome long spear began to bend under the sheer force of the blow.
Jiang Chao, still charging forward, widened his eyes in horror as he looked at his spear.
The spiritual weapon that had accompanied him for ten years—one that was nearly on the verge of developing a spirit—let out a mournful cry, unable to withstand the impact.
Through it, he felt the boundless power of that strike, transmitted through the spear and into his body.
“Pfft!”
Jiang Chao’s hands went numb, his arms ached, and his five organs churned violently. His blood energy surged uncontrollably. Unable to suppress it, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His grip on the spear loosened, and as his fingers slipped, he was sent flying backward—his spear flung away as well.
“Wow!”
Everyone in the arena shot to their feet, gasping in shock.
No matter who they were, all were deeply shaken by this scene.
That was the Son of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land!
With just one punch, Zhang Yang had injured Jiang Chao, a prodigious genius wielding a top-grade spiritual weapon, forcing him to spit blood.
This completely shattered their perception.
Is this the Con Artist?
This guy is an invincible Battle God!
As the shock settled, Zhang Yang glanced at his fist, then at Jiang Chao. He frowned and muttered, “Damn, I didn’t kill you? You actually withstood my punch?”
The crowd erupted again. Countless voices shouted in disbelief, completely losing themselves in the excitement.
That was Jiang Chao, the Son!
He got hurt with a single strike, and this guy is still not satisfied?
He actually wanted to kill him with just one punch!
What kind of thought was that?
It was an outright disregard for Jiang Chao and the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
At that moment, no one even remembered Zhang the Con Artist anymore.
A woman screamed outright:
“Zhang the Battle God, I am willing to bear your children!”
“Invincible Battle God Zhang Yang, I am willing to join the Vast Forest!”
“Zhang the Con Artist has become Zhang the Invincible! It’s unbelievable, unimaginable—this is real, truly real!”
The atmosphere was electric.
Even the true experts and powerful warriors were left shaken, momentarily unable to regain their composure.
Nothing else mattered—just the power of Jiang Chao’s spear alone had already left them in awe.
Who among them had the confidence to say they could defeat him when they were young?
Especially considering that Jiang Chao was in the Ascending to Heaven Realm, while Zhang Yang—who couldn’t even fly yet—was merely in the Touching Heaven Realm.
And yet, he was fighting above his level and had still managed to heavily injure Jiang Chao.
If they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it.
Zhang Yang ignored the uproar, his focus locked solely on Jiang Chao, who was rising into the sky once more.
“You’re quite impressive," Zhang Yang remarked casually. "So far, you’re only the second person at my level who could withstand my punch—aside from that mad dog, the Seventh Prince.”
Jiang Chao, furious and humiliated, trembled with rage.
“You’ve angered me. I will surely kill you!”
His hands clenched tightly as he drew power from his dantian, his entire body trembling with intensity.
Suddenly, he threw his head back and roared.
A brilliant silver light erupted from within him, so dazzling that many in the crowd instinctively shielded their eyes.
He shone like a silver Daybreak Sun, rivaling the very sun in the sky.
With rapid, precise movements, his hands formed dozens of hand seals in front of his chest.
The silver light wove together in a mysterious pattern, materializing into an ancient, rustic great cauldron.
The cauldron pulsed with an aura of timelessness, as though it had emerged from the depths of history.
“Silver Cauldron Secret Technique!”
Liu Feijue’s voice trembled with shock.
Only moments ago, after witnessing Jiang Chao being blasted away, he had felt utter despair.
But now, seeing this unfold, he felt a renewed sense of hope, his emotions surging with excitement once more.
Similarly, Qiu Yuwan, unable to control her emotions, cheered aloud.
More and more people joined in, their voices rising in support.
The Silver Cauldron Secret Technique was the second-most formidable technique of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
It was hailed as the strongest secret technique cultivable below the Sage level.
Only a Sage could master the ultimate Golden Cauldron Technique.
Legend had it that the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land was founded upon an Immortal Artifact—the Golden Cauldron—and had thrived for countless years.
In addition, they possessed a Silver Cauldron, a holy weapon that had existed since time immemorial.
The Silver Cauldron Secret Technique was derived from this artifact and had been refined into a supreme great art by a Sage.
This technique was indescribably powerful, offering invincible protection, enhanced combat strength, and the ability to annihilate formidable foes—a truly extraordinary skill.
And yet Zhang Yang’s heart remained unshaken.
His unique battle state emerged once more.
The world stood still.
All things became as calm as still water.
He felt as though he had ascended to a state of spiritual transcendence.
He took a step forward, pointed at Jiang Chao, and declared coldly—
“Come here. Let me kill you.”
Arrogant!
The crowd could think of no other word.
Utterly and unquestionably arrogant!
Jiang Chao was furious.
“You dirt-clod! How dare you be insolent before my supreme great art?!”
He struck once more—and vanished.
All that remained in the world was a silver cauldron, radiating an immense, blinding silver light.
The Silver Cauldron Secret Technique transformed its wielder into a cauldron, manifesting unfathomable wonders.
Whoosh!
The silver cauldron surged with terrifying divine might, carrying the essence of time within it.
Scenes of mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, insects and dragons, phoenixes soaring across the heavens—all appeared on its outer surface. These intricate patterns seemed to come alive, painting a world of their own.
A torrential silver light poured forth, enveloping heaven and earth, transforming the battlefield into a world of silver cauldrons.
Even Zhang Yang was stirred by this spectacle.
Throwing his head back, he roared in fury and charged forward.
His right hand clenched into a fist, raised beside his ear, and he sprinted at incredible speed.
His entire body was enveloped in golden light, resembling a golden-armored Battle God.
Baxiang Divine Fire, killing thunder, and freezing cold swirled around him, shaking the vast expanse of silver light.
The clash of external forces felt like the very world itself was colliding, filling the sky with brilliant fireworks.
Zhang Yang stepped forward, treating the sky as if it were solid ground, executing the One Step of Mountains and Rivers.
He leaped into the clouds, directly confronting the silver cauldron’s devastating strike.
Boom!
His powerful punch landed directly on the silver cauldron.
In an instant, the silver light exploded, resembling a silver Daybreak Sun, illuminating the entire Blackstone Arena.
The deafening explosion sent a thrill through the crowd, making their nerves tighten involuntarily.
