Chapter 770 407: Battling Harmonizing with the Dao (2)

But when Tian Fulai saw his devil-may-care expression, his gaze toward him was filled with disdain.

"Since you wish to challenge the entire mansion, I will be your opponent this time. I hope you've prepared yourself for death.

At my hands, there are no losers, only the dead."

Of course, Tian Fulai didn't actually intend to kill Yang An. Even if he wanted to, the Mansion Master and the Supreme Elder, who were his superiors, wouldn't allow it. It was merely a threat.

Of course, if Yang An didn't know his place, killing him wasn't entirely out of the question.

"That little punk! Why is everyone in this Emei Mansion so pretentious?"

Once again, it was the Bow Lady who had a visceral reaction, unable to stand it.

"If Cultivators in the Origin Realm struggle against fate, resorting to any means necessary, then the Cultivators here struggle against the heavens themselves. It's only natural they'd have such pride."

Yang An explained. The legends of gods and immortals, passed down for countless years, had left a far different impression on him than the people of the Origin Realm.

It was perfectly normal for the Cultivators of this world to have pride and a strong backbone.

"Then bring it on."

Meeting Tian Fulai's gaze, Yang An smiled as the aura around him suddenly flared to life.

In an instant, the arena was filled with flying dust and rolling stones. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The spectators outside the arena were all forced back by the shockwave. The pressure felt like a hand closing around their throats—it was terrifying.

They had long known Tian Fulai was this powerful, but they never expected Yang An's aura to be in no way inferior.

'For someone at the Nascent Soul Cultivation Level to unleash such a powerful aura… maybe this guy really can exchange a few blows with Elder Tian. But that's as far as it'll go.'

Unlike the Cultivators who had fought before, Tian Fulai was no fool. He was never arrogant in battle and always attacked with his full strength, giving his opponents no room to breathe.

Actions like letting an opponent make the first move were, in his eyes, utterly foolish.

Therefore, Tian Fulai immediately raised a hand, and the Spiritual Power in his body instantly erupted.

VMMMM—

As the entire arena began to vibrate violently, a colossal blade of light suddenly descended from the sky.

The spectating Cultivators only had time to see a flash of brilliant light before countless streams of Sword Qi erupted throughout the arena. They covered every inch of the grounds, leaving no blind spots, yet miraculously, not a single one strayed beyond the battlefield's edge.

Such terrifying control was enough to make one's jaw drop in amazement.

Forget a Nascent Soul Cultivator; even a Divinity Transformation Cultivator would likely perish if caught in the blast.

Countless streams of Sword Qi were madly tearing the ground to shreds. The battlefield, which had remained relatively unscathed through several previous fights, was reduced to a pockmarked, ruined wasteland in the blink of an eye.

But just as the Sword Qi bloomed, the crowd watched as Tian Fulai's figure suddenly shot up toward the sky.

Following the direction he was charging, the crowd suddenly spotted a figure high in the sky, and their faces filled with astonishment.

"When did he get up there?!"

The person standing high in the sky, looking down on them all, was none other than Yang An.

Just when everyone thought Yang An had been devoured by Tian Fulai's Sword Qi, he had strangely appeared high in the sky, completely unscathed.

Now, as he watched Tian Fulai charge toward him, Yang An simply remained where he was, making no move.

He had dodged long before Tian Fulai even attacked. He wasn't a fool; he wouldn't use his physical body to tank one of Tian Fulai's techniques. He would naturally dodge anything he could.

"You really are strong!"

At the same time, a trace of excitement appeared in Tian Fulai's eyes.

That was just a probe—a test with no holds barred. If Yang An couldn't even dodge that, he wouldn't be qualified to continue fighting.

As it turned out, Yang An's strength was just barely enough to make him a worthy opponent.

To encounter such an interesting opponent right after his breakthrough was a stroke of luck for Tian Fulai. It had been a long time since he'd met anyone who could pique his interest.

In a flash, Tian Fulai appeared before Yang An, thrusting a finger toward him.

He could tell that Yang An's physical body was incredibly strong; it was how he had so easily defeated Meng Jianglai.

He would give Yang An a taste of his own medicine. His own physical body was also immensely powerful; not even most cultivators at the Harmonizing with the Dao stage could withstand this single finger strike.

Facing Tian Fulai's attack, Yang An was just as direct, countering with another simple punch.

'If he wants a close-quarters fight, then so be it.'

The two met, finger against fist. In the instant they connected, a powerful, silent shockwave radiated out in all directions.

The countless streams of Sword Qi that had been ravaging the arena were instantly obliterated by the impact.

The spectators were forced to retreat yet again by the powerful shockwave, their faces a mask of astonishment.

It was one thing for Yang An to have dodged Elder Tian's Sword Qi—that was unexpected enough. But for him to clash head-on with the Elder was utterly absurd. It was like watching a child fight a grown man to a standstill.

Most importantly, when the shockwave dissipated and they looked to the sky again, Yang An hadn't retreated a single step. He was still in the exact same spot. Tian Fulai, on the other hand, had been knocked back over ten meters by that punch!

This…!!!

On the Golden Summit, the Supreme Elder, who had been closely watching the fight below, had been certain of victory. Now, for some unknown reason, he was growing inexplicably anxious.

The Mansion Master, however, who had been reluctantly goaded into another bet by the Supreme Elder, now had a bright glint in his eyes.

High above, a flash of surprise crossed Tian Fulai's eyes as he looked at Yang An.

He had considered his own physical body to be exceptionally powerful, with almost no equal at his rank. But after just one exchange with Yang An, he had actually been put at a disadvantage.

"Again!"

Tian Fulai abruptly vanished. An invisible, powerful force shot toward Yang An.

The people below saw Tian Fulai suddenly vanish and were completely bewildered. At their level of strength, they couldn't detect any trace of him.

But Yang An simply turned and threw a punch behind him.

As if a figure had been blasted out of the void, the vanished Tian Fulai was suddenly sent flying by the punch, knocked back once again by Yang An.

Yang An's gaze remained calm. He could tell that Tian Fulai's speed was immense, achieving an effect akin to Instant Teleportation over short distances.

But no matter how fast he was, with Yang An's perception fully unleashed, Tian Fulai's aura was as conspicuous as a shining beacon in the dark.

The perception of the Origin Realm was different from the Divine Sense of Earth. Divine Sense was more comprehensive, possessing all sorts of functions like Introspection, Insight into Profound Mysteries, and even transcendence.

Perception, however, was specialized purely for combat. Not the slightest disturbance could escape it. In terms of combat enhancement alone, it was even stronger than Divine Sense.

Thus, no matter what burst of speed Tian Fulai used, his aura was already locked by Yang An's perception, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

With several of his attacks thwarted in a row, Tian Fulai was beginning to see Yang An in a completely new light.

He wasn't one to stubbornly stick to a failing strategy, so he immediately switched tactics.

"Moving Mountain!"

As Tian Fulai shouted, the entire Emei Mansion began to tremble violently, as if struck by an earthquake.

Invisibly, the entire mountain seemed to become an illusory shadow that settled upon Tian Fulai. He then slammed a palm strike toward Yang An.

In an instant, Yang An felt a majestic force, like the very power of heaven and earth, suddenly bear down on him. It was an overwhelming pressure, like a mountain crashing down, leaving him nowhere to run.

At the same time, Tian Fulai's figure disappeared again.

Yang An, who had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly began to plummet.

"Sea of Unity!"

Tian Fulai's voice rang out again.

The empty ground below suddenly began to churn as if the very seas were overturning. It billowed up like a giant maw, rising to meet the falling Yang An and threatening to devour him whole.

Bearing an immeasurable weight and about to fall into the earthen sea, Yang An's body suddenly swelled. His robes billowed as his form expanded, and he forcibly resisted the crushing pressure, stomping a foot down.

The churning sea of earth was instantly flattened by an even greater force, which then pressed it down further, creating a massive crater.

His hands seemed to clutch at something invisible. Veins bulged across his body as he threw a fierce punch.

The entire world filled with a deafening VMMMM, as if something had been pierced through by Yang An's fist and then shattered.

Like a cannonball, Yang An's figure shot through the air and instantly appeared in an empty patch of sky.

The very next instant, the vanished Tian Fulai was once again blasted into view by one of Yang An's punches, his form reappearing.

"You…"

From that moment on, the look on Tian Fulai's face—and the way he looked at Yang An—changed completely.