What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Qingshan's pupils contracted sharply, his gaze fixed on the ponytail girl in front of him who remained expressionless.

How could Cangyun Martial Arts University possibly produce students with such terrifying cultivation levels?!

Just as Qingshan's mind was in a brief state of confusion.

"Snapped!"

Another explosion.

Without any hesitation, Rong Jing's dark red whip suddenly accelerated in the air, transforming into a blood-red afterimage as it hurtled straight towards Qing Shan's face.

The fierce offensive left him no room to breathe or think.

Qingshan's expression changed drastically, becoming extremely ugly.

He knew that if this dragged on any longer, he would definitely lose.

Moreover, they will lose extremely badly, and may even be unilaterally crushed to death!

"You forced me to do this!"

Qingshan let out a wild roar from deep in his throat, a roar that was utterly unlike that of a human.

He abandoned all defensive moves.

He suddenly crossed his arms in front of his chest, forcefully withstanding the whip that Rong Jing lashed out at him.

"Sizzle!"

The sound of flesh tearing rang out.

But Qingshan seemed to have lost all sense of pain, completely disregarding it.

Then, an extremely horrifying scene unfolded right before the eyes of 100,000 spectators.

A series of dense, teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds emanated from within Qingshan's body.

His already imposing physique began to expand wildly again at a visible rate.

The khaki martial arts uniform burst open instantly, turning into countless strips of cloth that flew in all directions.

three meters.

Four meters!

Five meters!

This frenzied growth only stopped when Qingshan's body had grown to an incredibly terrifying five meters tall.

At the same time, his skin quickly lost its human color and softness, turning into a grayish-brown, hard keratin layer resembling rough rock.

Like heavy armor, it covered his entire body completely.

Sharp stone spikes, up to half a meter long, grew from the joints of his shoulders, elbows, and knees.

From a distance, it looks like a heavy Gundam standing on a fighting stage.

Along with the change in his physical form, an extremely violent earth-attribute elemental force swept outwards like a hurricane from his center.

The sixth level of the Thousand-Pound Realm.

The seventh level of the Thousand-Pound Realm.

The eighth level of Qianjun Realm!

Its aura surged all the way up, finally settling steadily at a terrifying level that was approaching the peak of the Thousand Jun Realm!

In the stands, the spectators who were still making noise suddenly had their voices cut off as if by a knife.

Countless people stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded at the five-meter-tall monster on the arena.

In the preparation area of ​​Cangyun Martial Arts University.

Although the fifty students had seen all sorts of strange and unusual races in the Wanzu Chess and Card Room, a look of astonishment still flashed in their eyes when they saw a person actually turn into such a monster.

Ling Shu stood on the side of the line.

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and fixed her gaze through the protective shield of the arena onto the "Rock Demon".

A rare look of shock appeared on his usually calm face.

"It's actually the power of bloodline."

Ling Shu's voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet preparation area, it clearly reached the ears of every student.

Liu Bo curiously came closer.

"Teacher Ling Shu, what is the power of bloodline?"

Ling Shu took a deep breath, turned her gaze away from Qing Shan, and looked at the students around her who looked puzzled.

She began to explain in an extremely serious tone.

"In ancient times, the martial arts cultivation methods of humankind were not as well-established as they are now. Martial artists' methods of absorbing Yuan energy were crude, and their progress was slow."

"At that time, in order to obtain enough power to protect themselves in the cracks between all races, some human warriors embarked on an extremely extreme and dangerous path."

Ling Shu stretched out her hand and pointed to the rock demon on the arena who was roaring to the sky.

"They chose to integrate the bloodlines of other races."

"By forcibly fusing the essence and blood of superior alien races into oneself through extremely cruel secret methods, one can strip away and acquire the alien race's formidable physical defense and innate abilities."

Ling Shu's eyes showed a hint of seriousness.

"The Xiling Martial Arts University student named Qingshan on the arena should be a descendant of those martial artists who fused with the power of bloodlines back then."

"Bloodline inheritance becomes increasingly rare as time goes on."

"By now, these people are extremely rare. Moreover, in the vast majority of their descendants, that faint trace of bloodline has completely died down and can never be activated in their lifetime."

"But without a doubt."

Ling Shu's tone became more forceful.

"Once they, like Qingshan, successfully activate the inherited bloodline power, their physical strength and total Yuan energy will experience an extremely terrifying increase in power within a short period of time!"

After listening to Ling Shu's explanation.

The students of Cangyun Martial Arts University all turned their attention back to the arena.

His strength was at the peak of the Thousand Jun Realm, coupled with that rock armor that looked incredibly hard.

This resilience is far more abnormal than the rock-ridged porcupines they encountered on the outskirts of the battlefield.

"This is getting a bit tricky."

Someone in the group muttered something under their breath.

however.

Liu Bo, who was standing at the front of the line, suddenly grabbed the metal railing of the preparation area with both hands.

Instead of showing any concern, he leaned his upper body out over the railing, the veins on his neck bulging.

Liu Bo opened his hoarse voice and let out an extremely loud roar at Rong Jing on the stage.

"Jing-jie!! Keep it up!!!"

Liu Bo's voice echoed in the empty venue.

He shouted as he pounded on the railing, his facial expression exaggerated to the extreme.

"You absolutely cannot lose!"

"If you lose, you'll have to follow this thorny, broken rock to Xiling Prefecture and become its chieftain's wife!"

Liu Bo's roar had just ended.

On the arena.

Rong Jing, who was holding a long whip and staring coldly at the five-meter-tall rock demon, suddenly stumbled and almost twisted her ankle.

The bandit's wife?

Rong Jing's eye twitched violently twice.

She abruptly turned her head and glared fiercely at Liu Bo in the audience.

That look seemed to say: Once I've dealt with this rock, I'll be the first one to beat you to death when I get down here!

Then.

Rong Jing took a deep breath and turned her gaze back to the front.

Her right hand, gripping the dark red whip, slowly tightened.

The aura of a ninth-level Thousand-Pound Realm expert erupted with full force!