Swallowing the Stars: Becoming a God Starting with a Hundred Generations of Talent

Chapter 85 The Enemy's Son, Playing Tricks [Nine Updates]

On the arena.

Luo Yun and Morosa faced each other from afar.

Morosa, wielding a massive hammer that shimmered with dark gold and crimson light, exuded explosive power. He grinned and declared in a booming voice, "Luo Yun! Number one in the Trial Tower! Your strength is formidable, I admire you! Let's have a good, satisfying fight!"

However, Luo Yun just stared at him quietly, her eyes cold, without saying a word, as if she were looking at a dead man.

Morosa's smile froze slightly as he sensed the other party's undisguised indifference.

Battle begins!

"roar!"

Morosa said no more, let out a roar, and stomped his foot so hard that the entire arena trembled.

He transformed into a golden meteor intertwined with firelight, carrying a terrifying momentum capable of scorching mountains and boiling seas, and charged fiercely towards Luo Yun!

He perfectly fused the sharpness of the fundamental law of metal with the ferocity of the fundamental law of fire, and every swing of the giant hammer in his hand seemed to be able to shatter space!

Faced with this earth-shattering attack, Luo Yun's figure suddenly became illusory.

Swish!

Hundred Lines Stream, activate!

Just as the giant hammer was about to strike, Luo Yun's figure transformed into a blur, easily dodging the attack.

Immediately afterwards, one, two, ten—hundreds of Luo Yun's figures appeared simultaneously on all sides of the arena.

Each figure was lifelike, and their auras were identical.

Morosa's hammer missed its mark, but the powerful force slammed into the hard arena floor, creating a huge crater and sending flames flying.

"Playing tricks!" he roared, swinging his giant hammer again and smashing it towards the nearest figure.

However, it was still an illusion.

Luo Yun didn't use his famous "Tears of the Star River" at all, and didn't even take out a decent weapon. He just used his bare hands to demonstrate his movement techniques.

He was like a ghost, strolling leisurely amidst the storm of attacks from Morosa.

The more Morosa fought, the more frightened and frustrated he became.

He used all his strength in every attack, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

However, his opponent would appear beside him like a ghost every now and then during the gaps in his attacks.

Snapped!

A swift chop to the back of his neck.

It wasn't very forceful, but it was extremely insulting.

boom!

A kick, neither too hard nor too soft, landed on his back, causing him to stumble.

Morosa felt like a bull being toyed with, possessing immense strength but with nowhere to vent it.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, partly from exhaustion, but mostly from anger.

"Luo Yun!" Morosa finally couldn't hold back any longer, stopping his attack and roaring with bloodshot eyes, "What do you mean! Use your Star River Tear! Use your strongest move to defeat me! Are you insulting me?!"

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Faced with his roar, Luo Yun's figure slowly merged into one, standing quietly at the other end of the arena.

He remained silent.

This silent contempt drove Morosa more insane than any vicious words.

But he didn't rush forward again.

Because he understood that the gap between them was too great. So great that the other party wouldn't even bother to use their true strength against him.

Continuing to fight would only bring shame upon ourselves.

Morosa was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

He could feel that each of his opponent's attacks was light and airy, but the playful tone made him feel more uncomfortable than any heavy blow.

Just then—

hum!

The entire arena began to tremble slightly, and its invisible boundaries were visibly shrinking inward.

The battle space is shrinking!

The once spacious arena will soon become narrow, and the advantage of movement will be greatly reduced.

As the energy barrier drew ever closer, Morosa's eyes narrowed. He knew that the other side was about to get serious.

really.

In the center of the arena, Luo Yun's hundred figures slowly merged into one.

He was no longer fighting empty-handed.

hum!

A deep blue rhombus-shaped crystal and one hundred and eight teardrop-shaped blades appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Tears of the Galaxy!

Luo Yun looked at Morosa opposite him, and for the first time, a cold killing intent appeared in his eyes.

However, just as Luo Yun was about to make his move, Morosa suddenly laughed.

His violent aura vanished instantly, and he casually tossed the giant hammer he was carrying on his shoulder to the ground.

"I surrender."

Morosa's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire viewing area.

Luo Yun's movement to activate the divine weapon abruptly stopped.

Morosa looked at him with a strange smile on his face, a smile that contained anger, resentment, but even more so a vengeful pleasure.

"You want to defeat me easily?" Morosa shouted. "I won't let you have that!"

After saying that, he disappeared and left the arena.

This scene left everyone baffled.

Inside the spectator area, the million geniuses were in an uproar.

"What happened? Has Morosa conceded defeat?"

"Why? The fighting space has shrunk; this is precisely the time for him to exert his advantage. Why did he give up so easily?"

"And what is Luo Yun doing? He was toying with his opponent the whole time, only to pull out his weapon at the very end. Isn't that humiliating?"

"Do they have a grudge against each other?"

"I don't think there's any grudge; it's just that Luo Yun got first place in the Trial Tower, and his mentality got too arrogant and he became completely overconfident!"

Suddenly, many people's opinion of Luo Yun took a sharp turn for the worse.

Even the immortals in the spectator plane frowned.

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"This child's temperament is not good enough." An immortal slowly shook his head.

"Indeed, someone who wears their emotions on their sleeve, even bringing personal feelings into such an important match, is unlikely to achieve great things."

"Too young and impetuous, not knowing how to temper one's brilliance. With this kind of mentality, one will not go far on the path of cultivation."

In the eyes of these immortal beings who have lived for countless years, talent is important, but character is the key to determining one's ultimate height.

Luo Yun's performance at this moment undoubtedly disappointed them.

The final battle is approaching.

The outcome of the battle between the two sides was a foregone conclusion.

Luo Yun faces off against Xian Yin.

This battle is attracting worldwide attention because it will determine who gets the only spot in the Primal Secret Realm.

"It's a pity there's only one spot for the Primal Secret Realm this year," an immortal expert lamented. "If it were last year, there might have been two spots. Both of these kids have the talent to qualify."

Immediately, another immortal retorted.

"How is that possible?" The immortal shook his head. "How precious are the Primal Realms? The last one was special; it had a peerless genius like 'Death God' Bolan! This one is still a bit lacking."

This battle is not only about the highest honor.

The prize for first place is 10,000 Chaos Units!

This is a terrifying number; many immortal powerhouses do not possess such a vast fortune.

While those ranked second through tenth can also enter the slightly less prestigious Primordial Secret Realm, the reward is only one thousand Chaos Units.

The gap is too big.

On the arena, Xianyin, dressed in a flowing white dress, exuded an ethereal aura.

She looked at Luo Yun with a calm gaze, but her heart was full of confidence.

She was determined to obtain the Primordial Secret Realm and the 10,000 Chaos Units.

However, Luo Yun was not entirely confident.

The illusionist was an opponent he had never encountered before, and the words of his senior, Salen, still echoed in his ears.

"The match begins!"

The battle erupted instantly!

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Yun immediately unleashed his strongest movement technique.

Swish!

The Hundred Lines Flow was activated, and hundreds of figures instantly filled the entire arena, ready to unleash a thunderous attack.

However, at the very moment his figure dispersed...

An invisible, eerie spiritual force silently invaded his sea of ​​consciousness.

Fairy Melody's illusion has arrived!

Luo Yun's hundreds of rapidly moving figures all stopped at once.

Although it was only for an extremely brief moment, the flaw had already appeared.

On the viewing plane, the immortals' expressions all turned serious.

"What a terrifying illusion!"

"It launched silently, making it impossible to defend against!"

"Especially for these young people, their mental cultivation is not yet sufficient, and their will is not firm enough. They simply cannot withstand the attacks of top illusionists!"

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