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Ten zhang, fifty zhang, one hundred zhang, three hundred zhang, until it stopped at four hundred and fifty zhang.

At this moment, the wind ceased, the sun and moon were above his head, and he stood on the void of earth fire and thunder. With each opening and closing of his mouth and nose, wind and clouds surged and the gale never ceased.

Although it was slightly shorter than Ba ​​Cang's five-hundred-foot true form and lacked the contrast of the twin dragons.

But the sense of oppression was no less intense, and was even more captivating!

Because Ba Cang's Dharma form is ultimately a phantom formed from blood and divine power, while Feng Zhi's 450-foot form is a real flesh and blood body.

"Four hundred and fifty feet... This is pure physical growth, not a illusory image! How did he do it? Can the physical body of a human emperor be cultivated to this extent?" Someone swallowed hard, full of disbelief.

"This person's understanding of the Imperial Scripture has likely reached an unimaginable level!"

Although the disciples of the great sects all knew that he had broken through to the Purple Mansion realm, they still couldn't help but tremble when they saw this body, which was even larger than before. This was an instinctive fear.

On the arena, two giants faced off across the distance.

One was domineering and extraordinary, like an ancient god or demon; one was a physical being with an astonishing presence.

Their every breath stirred up the heavens and earth, and their every heartbeat shook the earth.

The spiritual energy solidified between the two, and even the wind dared not approach this desolate area. The millions of spectators held their breath, and the vast martial arts arena was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then, the two of them moved at the same time.

"A Battle of Two Dragons!"

With a roar, Ba Cang's true form behind him let out a deafening roar, and the two purplish-red dragons that were wrapped around his arms raised their heads at the same time, their dragon roars shaking the heavens.

The crimson giant swung his fists, and wherever his fists passed, space shattered like a mirror, revealing a silent and gloomy void.

Before the blow even made contact, the force of the punch shattered the space behind Feng Zhi.

Feng Zhi didn't use any earth-shattering moves; the only response he received was his fists. He channeled all his energy and swung his left and right fists, unleashing endless fist light that illuminated the heavens and the earth.

The two will determine the victor through sheer physical strength.

Rumble!

Four fists collided with the head, and then a devastating shockwave exploded from the center of the collision.

A barrage of fist-shaped light swept across the entire training ground, overturning the ground wherever it passed, and crushing the scattered stones into dust before they could even fall.

A crack several miles long was torn open in the sky above, and starlight from beyond poured down from the crack, shining on this desolate land for the first time in a long time.

Everyone outside the arena channeled their magical power, merging it into a massive barrier in front of them.

"This is outrageous!" The heir of Wanbaoge said, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he defended himself, his chubby face displaying an exaggerated expression.

"The force of that impact... if we hadn't all worked together to withstand it, we and this entire area would probably have been razed to the ground!"

Some people complained bitterly, regretting their actions: "How could watching a fight put me in danger of dying?"

Some people exclaimed excitedly, "Is this the most outstanding genius of our human race? Could it be that the imperial throne is about to fall upon our human race?"

On the ring, the two clashed for a long time before the shockwaves finally dissipated.

The cracks in the sky above were slowly healing, the extraterrestrial starlight was obscured by the clouds that had gathered again, and the fist light in the training ground turned back into warm sunlight.

puff!

Ba Cang flew backward, leaving a trail of purplish-red blood in the air, before rolling on the ground for two miles before coming to a stop.

His true form behind him flickered between light and shadow, and the crimson dragons on his arms shattered inch by inch, turning into a shower of light that returned to the heavens and earth.

The crimson giant's fist cracked from the moment it was punched, the cracks spreading along his arm to his shoulder, and finally forming a dense network of cracks on his chest.

Blood was flowing from his mouth as he gasped for breath, his arms trembling uncontrollably, his chest heaving violently, and his fists covered in blood, with glimpses of white bone visible beneath.

The wind stopped and they retreated several feet.

His chest heaved, the sweat dried by his blood and qi. He turned his head to look at his fist, where there was a crack on the surface where the white bone was faintly visible, but it was healing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

He stood on the ground where the void was separated by a distance, and lightning and fire continued to clash.

His blood and energy were still surging, and when he shook his hand, the wounds on his fists completely disappeared.

Ba Cang stood up, glanced at the blood at the corner of his mouth with his finger, looked at the still vigorous giant, closed his eyes and remained silent for a long while.

Then, the true form of his Dharma body behind him finally couldn't hold on any longer, and transformed into a purple-red light and a sky full of magical power that entered his body.

He opened his eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of dejection after defeat, but not the despondency one might expect.

"I lost." His words were no longer as forceful as before, but everyone present still heard them clearly.

"You haven't even used your physical body yet, but I've already used my true form. We both know this. If we continue fighting, I have no chance of winning."

He turned around and walked to the stone tablet inscribed with "Seeking only defeat".

Because of its exceptional material, the stone tablet only cracked a few times in the shockwave.

Ba Cang raised his hand and punched, sending the stone tablet blasting in all directions, ending its short but flamboyant mission.

This stone tablet was carved by him before he was sealed away. Back then, he was invincible. Now... he has been defeated as soon as he was revived.

He looked at the rubble with some reluctance, then composed himself and looked at Feng Zhi, who was slowly returning to normal.

"Next time I come to you, I'll be even stronger than you. I hope we can both give it our all then."

After saying that, he strode towards the mountain gate.

His imposing manner remained, his back still straight, as if he didn't care about the defeat.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for him, and his tall figure disappeared into the distant sea of ​​clouds, never to return.

The wind stopped and returned to its normal size. It watched the figure disappear into the horizon without saying anything. It simply loosened its muscles and bones, exhaled a turbid breath, and headed towards the Holy Son's Palace.

This physical battle stabilized his cultivation and made him feel refreshed all over. He fought very happily!

High above in the distant void, Bei Shenfeng and the other chief ministers gazed at Feng Zhi, each stroking their beards or nodding in agreement.

As the battle ended and Ba Cang left, an even louder roar rose from the crowd.

The disciples of Beidou were excited, completely shedding the dejection they had accumulated over the past two days.

"The Holy Son is mighty! He has defeated yet another person with a special physique!"

"Thank goodness we have the Holy Son, he's such a source of pride!"

Among the disciples of the various sects, the successor of the Book Pavilion tossed down the completed scroll of paintings destined to be passed down through generations.

The brushes, ink, and drawings used were all rare and precious artifacts. The images included scenes from the previous performance in the Wind-Stopping Hall, and now there is also a scene of a battle against the Overlord.

Everyone crowded around: "Brother Kong, are you selling this scroll? I'll offer 100,000 spirit resources for it!"