I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Chapter 262 Winning the Battle

The giant purple-gold dragon-shaped statue, which was originally only two zhang tall, suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

Then, the colossus instantly rose into the air.

The next moment, golden light burst forth from the giant statue, enveloping the entire arena, the entire Chengtianmen Square, and the entire Yongning Street.

The dazzling golden light caused everyone to instinctively close their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, they could no longer see the colossus.

Fifty zhang, one hundred zhang, three hundred zhang, five hundred zhang—

The colossus's body seemed to be lifted into the sky by an invisible giant hand, and each of its dark golden armor plates was rapidly expanding, growing from the size of a door panel to the size of a palace, and then from the size of a palace to the size of a mountain.

The purple-gold spiritual patterns on the surface of the armor became denser and deeper as it expanded, like countless purple-gold dragon veins winding and flowing across the giant's body.

The psionic conduit was as thick as a palace pillar, and the light flowing inside changed from a blazing purple-gold to a dazzling incandescent white.

Each pulse was like a heart beating between heaven and earth, causing the tiles on Chengtian Gate to rattle. The colossus continued to grow.

Five hundred zhang, eight hundred zhang, one thousand zhang.

Looking up from the arena, the head of the colossal statue had pierced through the clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds surged before its chest like a piece of cotton wool scattered by the wind.

It was dark above Chengtianmen Square.

It wasn't that dark clouds were obscuring the sun; it was that colossal statue, thousands of feet tall, that was blocking the entire sun from view.

A huge shadow poured down from the arena, enveloping the entire Chengtianmen gate tower, the entire square, and the entire Yongning Street.

The people in the square looked up, mouths agape, flags falling to the ground.

Some people's legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground.

Some people looked up at the colossal shadow that blotted out the sky, their lips trembling for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

The "Lord Cheng is safe" flag in Old Zhou's hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and he was completely unaware that it had been stepped on several times by the people next to him.

He simply tilted his head back and muttered in an almost dreamlike tone:

"Heavens above...Heavens above...This is a god descending to earth...This is a god descending to earth!" On the city wall, the prince gripped the battlements with both hands, looking up at the colossal statue piercing the clouds, his mouth agape.

He turned to look at Xie Yuheng and asked in an almost pleading tone:

"Grand Tutor, Zhongjie—is he really a fourth-rank official?"

Xie Yuheng's hand, which was holding the teacup, had stopped in mid-air at some point. The tea in the cup swayed slightly, reflecting the colossal purple-gold statue that blotted out the sky.

He had lived for over seventy years, and had seen the hundred-foot-tall Dharma form of the Prince of Zhenbei, the chaotic gray light of the gray-robed man, and the laws of heaven and earth in the illusionary mist of time and space.

But he had never seen anything like this before. He remained silent for a long time, then put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and spoke in a tone rarely seen on this old scholar known for his disillusionment with the world:

"I don't know what rank he is. I only know that the future ranking of extraordinary ranks in the Great Far Dynasty will be rewritten because of him."

Yu Qing was standing next to Xie Yuheng, looking up at the colossal statue. His lips moved for a long time before he finally managed to utter a single sentence:

"What...what did this kid do???"

"I remember my Mo Sect's colossus... it doesn't seem to be this big, does it???"

He sounded a little bewildered when he said this.

On the arena, Cao Ying looked up at the towering, purple-gold giant, his hand gripping his sword trembling slightly. He had faced overwhelming hordes of demons in the Northern Territory, slaying great demons with his blade and fighting alongside second-rank martial artists, but he had never felt such oppression from any opponent.

But he was, after all, someone who had fought against the demon race in the North for five years—he had experienced even more dangerous situations than this.

He gritted his teeth, raised the longsword high above his head, and his blood and qi surged into the blade like a flood bursting its banks. The frost-white phantom behind him reformed.

"Everbright can't beat us!!!"

This time, he held nothing back; he poured all his strength into this one strike.

The cultivation level of a half-step second rank, the entire will of the illusory Dharma image, and the strongest essence of the Northern Frost Kill Blade were all condensed at the tip of the blade.

"Whoosh!!!"

He soared into the air, transforming into a frosty white meteor, hurtling straight up towards the colossal statue that blotted out the sky, attempting to fly to the top of the statue's head and cleave it down from above with a single strike.

He was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was at chest height of the giant statue.

But when he looked up at the head of the colossus, he found himself hundreds of feet away from the top of the colossus.

Before this colossal statue, he felt as insignificant as a moth drawn to a mountain.

Cheng Laiyun looked down at the approaching, frosty white meteor. From his perspective, let alone Chengtian Gate.

The entire capital city was only the size of a chessboard.

The patterns on the arena were clearly visible, and the crowd in the square was packed together like ants.

Cao Ying's blade drew ever closer in his eyes, but the chilling aura that had once oppressed him was now untouchable even by his skin.

He raised his right hand, without using any supernatural powers, but simply poured all the power of the colossus into his fist and punched the approaching frost-white meteor.

The energy unleashed by the sword and the fist collided completely at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The colossal statue, towering a thousand feet tall, and Cao Ying, standing seven or eight hundred feet in the air, both became somewhat distorted under this attack.

"boom!!!"

A tremendous explosion, loud enough to shatter an ear, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The clouds in the sky were completely shattered by this collision.

It turned into a light drizzle, splashing onto Cheng Laiyun's giant statue. The shockwave from the collision spread outwards.

The entire Chengtianmen gate tower trembled violently.

The tiles on the city gate tower were shaken and fell down in a flurry, and countless fine cracks appeared on the blue brick pavement of the square.

"The sage said, 'Protect all people!'"

"The Gushi pattern!"

"Open the umbrella!!"

"..."

At that moment, everyone in the square realized what was happening.

Their expressions changed drastically, and almost simultaneously they unleashed their strongest defensive skills, covering all the civilians within their reach.

"Bang!!!"

A blast of air rushed in.

Yu Qingzheng, Zhang Linzheng, Xu Miaozhen, Xie Yuheng... except for Xie Yuheng, whose expression remained somewhat indifferent.

The rest of the people all had flushed faces.

It was clear that they had used all their strength.

The aftershocks of Cheng Laiyun's battle with Cao Ying alone were enough to force them to exert their full strength.

……

in the sky.

Cao Ying felt as if her slash had struck a meteorite falling from the sky, all the power of which was swallowed up by the meteorite and then rebounded back tenfold or a hundredfold.

The frosty white phantom behind him exploded into a shower of ice shards in the aftershocks of the clash between his fist and the tip of his blade, dissipating into the morning light.

He was thrown backward by the overwhelming force, tumbling several times in the air before plummeting downwards.

"Bang!!!"

His body fell from a height of hundreds of feet.

It slammed heavily onto the bluestone surface of the arena. Instantly, a huge crater was punched into the entire surface of the arena.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky.

Cao Ying lay at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, her long sword broken into three pieces and scattered around her. She had already lost consciousness.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

In the center of the arena, Cheng Laiyun retrieved the giant statue. The thousand-foot-tall purple-gold giant transformed into countless tiny golden light spots, which, like a reversed galaxy, disappeared into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He stood in the center of the arena, his robes still bearing the lingering pressure of the punch he had just delivered, causing his dark-colored outfit to flutter wildly in the wind.

He looked down at his right hand—the hand that had just been holding a fist big enough to smash a small mountain was now empty.

Then he raised his head and looked at his opponent, who had already fainted, at the bottom of the pit.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Yu Qingzheng was the first to break the silence.

The Grand Elder of the Mo Clan stood in the spectator stands, gripping the back of the chair in front of him with both hands.

His lips moved for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent city tower:

"A thousand feet long, a single punch shattered the illusory Dharma image, the aftershocks almost made me lose my footing!!"

"When this kid sparred with Yun Ce at Dongxu Peak last time, I thought that was his limit..."

"But today he told me that he didn't even use one-tenth of his strength that time."

He turned his head and looked at Cheng Laiyun on the platform with an extremely complicated gaze, as if he were seeing this disciple who had crawled out of the Yong'an County prison for the first time:

"The Mo Sect has waited a thousand years, only to be confronted with this monster..."

"My life has been worthwhile."

Zhang Lin was standing next to him, with his hands behind his back.

Throughout the battle just now, he only said "I admit defeat" when Cao Ying revealed her Dharma form; otherwise, he remained silent.

At this moment, looking at Cheng Laiyun on the platform, a faint smile appeared on his perpetually calm face. He said:

"I have served as the commander of the Regent's Office for ten years, and I have never seen any subordinate who could make me break out in a cold sweat on the battlefield."

He paused, then added, "I am at ease entrusting the Regent's Office to him from now on."

On the corner tower, Xu Miaozhen put down the bamboo flute that was held to her lips, leaned on the railing of the corner tower, and looked at the dark figure on the platform.

At this moment, she looked at Cheng Laiyun on the platform, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, filled with smiles.

That's the kind of undisguised tenderness that only shows in front of the closest people.

"Cheng Lang."

She whispered something only she could hear, then turned and walked down the corner tower.

She gently placed the bamboo flute on the railing, the warmth of her fingertips still lingering on its surface.

On the city wall, the crown prince braced himself against the battlements with both hands, almost leaning out of the wall.

He looked at Cheng Laiyun on the platform, then at Cao Ying who had fainted in the pit, and suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter.

He turned to Xiao Zhuozi and shouted, "Go to the East Palace! Prepare that jar of aged wine bestowed by the late emperor!!"

"I'm going to drink with Cheng Zhongjie until dawn tonight! Nobody stop me!"

Xiao Zhuozi bowed in agreement. The Crown Prince then turned to Xie Yuheng and said in a slightly boastful tone, "Grand Tutor, how was it?"

Xie Yuheng leaned back in his chair, holding the cup of tea that had long since gone cold, a smile on his lips that no one could decipher, but he did not answer.

Xu Jiayin stood on tiptoe in the square, craning her neck to look at the ring. Her eyes were red, but she couldn't suppress the tears from her lips.

Gao Heyun, standing beside her, still had that cold expression, arms crossed, back straight.

Xu Jiayin couldn't help but tug at Gao Heyun's sleeve and muttered under her breath, "He's hiding it from me again."

As a disciple of the Mo Sect, she had at least some basic understanding.

The giant statue of the Mo Gate could never achieve what is happening before our eyes.

Cheng Laiyun must have some secret he's never told her before!

Gao Heyun looked at Cheng Laiyun on the platform, remained silent for a moment, and then said in a very calm tone:

"A thousand feet..."

"Cao Ying is quite robust."

Xu Jiayin paused for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Sister Gao, are you praising him or making fun of him?"

Gao Heyun's lips curved slightly, but she did not answer.

……

On the other side of his colleagues in the Regent's Office, Hai Wuyai was squeezed in the front row of the crowd, his chubby face all scrunched up with laughter.

He grabbed Zhu Yuanzhi's sleeve, pointed at the figure in black on the platform, and asked, spitting as he spoke:

"See that? That's our boss! He punched a third-rank martial artist into a crater! From now on, the entire Regent's Office will have to listen to our boss!!"

Zhu Yuanzhi adjusted his official hat, which had been knocked askew, and said in his usual calm tone, "The boss is mighty."

…………

At the very center of Chengtianmen Gate Tower, Emperor Jianye leaned back on his dragon throne.

The teacup on the table in front of him had already been overturned, and tea was dripping down the hem of his dragon robe, but he was completely unaware of it.

When Cheng Laiyun threw that punch, he instinctively gripped the handrail, and his knuckles are still white.

He stared at the dark-clad figure on the arena, remaining silent for a long time, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. He rose from his dragon throne, bracing his hands on the battlements, and addressed the dark-clad figure on the arena in a loud voice:

"Cheng Laiyun! I once said you were a capable minister, but it seems I underestimated you. You want command—I'll give it to you!!"

"Guards! Draft an imperial edict! Cheng Laiyun, Commander of the Regent's Office, shall assume office immediately!"

"He is also granted a purple-gold fish-shaped pouch, the title of Junior Tutor to the Crown Prince, a fief of one thousand households, and a reward of ten thousand taels of gold!"

He figured it out in just a moment.

He could no longer control the young man named Cheng Laiyun in front of him.

This young man was only twenty years old.

But it has grown to what it is today.

One move, and he instantly killed a half-step second-grade cultivator.

Even if he couldn't believe it, he had to accept it.

Although he still has a trump card up his sleeve.

But that trump card should never be used unless absolutely necessary.

The square was deathly silent at first, and then Old Man Zhou was the first to react.

He slammed the crumpled flag on the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Long live Lord Cheng!"

Immediately afterwards, the group of tea drinkers behind him all started shouting, followed by farmers who had come from Changle County, illegitimate sons who had been allocated land under the Enfeoffment Decree, and commoners who poured in from all the streets and alleys of the capital.

Everyone was shouting the same name at the top of their lungs. The shouts echoed from the square to the city gate tower, and from the city gate tower to Yongning Street, making the tiles on Chengtian Gate vibrate.

Cheng Laiyun stood in the center of the arena, listening to the deafening cheers all around him. He raised his head to meet the gaze of Emperor Jianye on the city wall, smiled slightly, and bowed in respect.

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your great kindness."

The sound wasn't loud.

But at this moment, it was filled with the spirited exuberance of youth!