The Great Overlord: Simulating the Future, Dominating Speedrunning

Chapter 236 Battle against the Martial Ancestor!
"Girl?"

Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat, as if an invisible string had been gently plucked. He subconsciously turned his head, and in that instant, the figure he had longed for appeared vividly before his eyes.

What comes into view is the charming and beautiful figure of a girl. Today she is dressed in a simple black shirt and trousers, an outfit that perfectly outlines her slender waist and long, straight legs, showing off her youthful and graceful vitality.

Her long, black hair was casually tied into a ponytail, and she bounced lightly with her movements, showing her lively and playful nature.

She was stunningly beautiful, her pretty face beaming with a smile like a spring flower, her bright eyes sparkling with mischievous light, like stars in the night sky, making one feel refreshed at first glance.

"Backing down?" Lu Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a relaxed smile. The next moment, he moved like lightning, instantly appearing on the top of the wall.

He naturally reached out and took the delicate pastry from the girl's hand, took a small bite, and said slowly with a tone full of determination and doting: "For someone, I would dare to challenge even the Martial Ancestor."

Lin Jing gave a soft hum, but leaned against his shoulder like a little bird seeking shelter, and said coquettishly, "Dad was just deliberately making things difficult for you."

As she spoke, she extended her slender fingertip and gently tapped Lu Chen's brow, continuing, "Tomorrow at the martial arts arena, he definitely won't use his full strength. At most, he'll just want to teach you a small lesson..."

She paused, her expression turning serious: "You should give him face, and this matter will pass smoothly..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Lu Chen suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed her lips in an irresistible manner.

In an instant, the sweet aroma of peach blossom pastries filled the air, slowly spreading between their lips and teeth. The half-eaten pastry Lin Jing was holding fell to the ground with a "thud" due to this sudden action.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. After a long while, Lu Chen slowly released her. His gaze was gentle as water, and he said softly, "It's alright, little girl. Even if Senior Martial Ancestor goes all out tomorrow..."

As he spoke, his fingertips gently stroked her soft, smooth hair, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, and he said, word by word, "You, I'm determined to marry you too..."

A charming blush instantly rose to Lin Jing's ears. Like a startled butterfly, she hurriedly stood up, her voice slightly shy as she said, "I should go back now. If it gets too late, Mother will worry again..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure vanished into the night like a dazzling streak of light.

Lu Chen stood quietly in place, his gaze following the gradually disappearing figure, a faint smile always on his lips.

……

The next day.

Martial Arts Arena.

As dawn broke, the Martial Arts Arena was already bustling with activity. The lapis lazuli-paved arena gleamed with a golden luster under the rising sun, and the surrounding stands were packed with powerful individuals from all directions.

The air was thick with tension and anticipation, as everyone eagerly awaited the upcoming highlight – the duel between the Heavenly Emperor and the Martial Ancestor.

One of them was the ruler of the Tianluo Continent, who defeated the War Emperor, fought against the Buddha, and in a fit of rage for a woman, he subdued the entire Phoenix Clan with his own power.

One of them was the founder of the Martial Realm. To save his beloved wife, he ventured alone into the Ice Spirit Clan and guarded the southern part of the Great Thousand World for hundreds of years. He was a true hero of the world.

Either of these two, taken individually, would be a figure capable of shaking the entire world.

How can we not be excited about the upcoming showdown?
Lu Chen, dressed in a green robe, stood tall and straight in the center of the martial arts arena, his expression calm yet revealing a firm resolve.

On the other side, the Martial Ancestor was dressed in a solemn and dignified black robe, exuding an aura of profound and imposing power.

He stood quietly, like a towering mountain, unmoved by any changes in the weather or the collapse of the heavens and earth.

Martial Ancestor's eyes were deep and sharp, filled with scrutiny and undeniable authority as he stared intently at Lu Chen opposite him. "Boy, don't regret this later!"

Lu Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. His tone was calm yet resolute: "Senior, please come."

boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Martial Ancestor's figure blurred, transforming into a streak of azure lightning that tore through space. The azure fist light, like a primordial dragon awakening, roared in with the force to crush mountains and rivers.

Wherever the fist's force passed, a real azure dragon shape materialized!
"Azure Dragon Transformation Technique!" A gasp erupted from the crowd.

Lu Chen neither dodged nor yielded, and the nine-colored spiritual fire in his palm instantly condensed into a glass shield. Just as the Azure Dragon Fist was about to strike, extremely profound crystal patterns suddenly appeared on the shield's surface.

The supreme magical power, the Buddha divine pattern!

boom!
Nine-colored fire dragons roared out from the shield, colliding violently with the azure dragon's fist. The entire training ground trembled violently, and the nine fiery dragons simultaneously unleashed deafening roars!
Click!

Immediately afterwards, the nine-colored glazed shield shattered under the force of the Azure Dragon Fist, and countless crystalline fragments flew like a rain of stars.

Lu Chen's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and dazzling lightning suddenly erupted from his body. Purple-gold electric snakes snaked all over his body, making his figure appear as if a thunder god had descended to earth.

"The Solitary Technique!"

With a soft shout, Lu Chen's figure suddenly became ethereal. In the next instant, he appeared like a ghost on the Martial Ancestor's side. The purple-gold lightning gathered in his right palm solidified into a thunderous blade, aiming straight for his ribs.

Wherever it passed, the space was cut into fine black cracks!
"A lightning-attribute body-refining technique?"

Upon seeing Lu Chen's sudden counterattack, Martial Ancestor raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Immediately, a brilliant azure light emanated from his body, and azure dragon scales emerged from beneath his skin. Each scale was engraved with ancient patterns, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the sunlight. He was actually going to use this dragon body, tempered through countless trials, to directly confront the might of thunder!

"clang--!"

The lightning blade clashed with the dragon scales, unleashing a deafening metallic clang. The violent shockwave swept across the training ground, ripping up all the bluestone slabs within a thousand feet radius.

The two retreated more than ten steps each, leaving charred footprints a foot deep on the ground with each step.

Their eyes met again, and their fighting spirit burned even brighter!
In an instant, the two clashed again, exchanging blows without giving an inch.

Martial Ancestor's attacks were incredibly fierce, each move containing overwhelming power; Lu Chen, on the other hand, was flexible and versatile, skillfully using various supernatural abilities and movement techniques to deflect Martial Ancestor's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

"Boom boom boom——!"

The explosions of colliding spiritual energy were incessant, with fist shadows and palm winds intertwining, as dense as a sudden storm. Each collision unleashed a dazzling burst of spiritual energy light.

Outside the arena, countless grandmasters of spirit arrays were sweating profusely as they continuously reinforced the protective spirit arrays and set up multiple barriers around the arena.

The onlookers held their breath, afraid of missing this once-in-a-lifetime showdown.

However, after a hundred exchanges, despite the fact that a group of grandmasters of spirit arrays reinforced the formation, the training ground was already in a mess.

Just as everyone was holding their breath watching the battle, a clear voice suddenly pierced the sky:
"Lu Chen, keep it up!" Lin Jing had appeared at the sidelines unnoticed, her black robes fluttering in the wind. She cupped her hands to her lips, her eyes filled with undisguised concern and encouragement. Her clear voice caused Martial Ancestor's fist strike to falter slightly.

"Humph!"

Lin Dong's expression darkened, and his aura suddenly surged. The Azure Dragon Fist's energy transformed into nine tangible dragon shadows, forcing Lu Chen back dozens of feet. The bluestone ground cracked inch by inch under the terrifying force of the fist, and dust billowed up.

"Dad, be gentle!" Lin Jing stamped her foot anxiously.

As the smoke cleared, Lu Chen was revealed to be wearing armor formed from nine-colored spiritual flames. Though slightly disheveled, his eyes shone brightly. He smiled slightly at Lin Jing, indicating that he was alright.

"Boy." Martial Ancestor suddenly stopped his attack, looked up at the sky, and said, "This place is too small. Do you dare to come with me to fight in the heavens?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a beam of azure light and soared into the sky. Without hesitation, Lu Chen's nine-colored spiritual fire condensed into fiery wings on his back, following closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures broke through the clouds and disappeared from everyone's sight.

……

High above, the wind howled fiercely.

The Martial Ancestor stood in mid-air, his spiritual power as vast as an ocean. That spiritual power was constantly changing its attributes—sometimes turning into ice, sometimes into flames, and in an instant into lightning... Eight completely different powers were at his command, perfectly integrated.

Lu Chen followed closely behind, nine streams of celestial and spiritual fire coiling around his body, each radiating world-destroying power. Illuminated by the nine-colored flames, his face was as resolute as iron.

"Boy, your warm-up is over." The Martial Ancestor's voice was calm, yet it caused the clouds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles to tremble. "It's not too late to admit defeat now."

"Jing'er, I'm determined to marry you today!" Lu Chen bowed respectfully. "Please enlighten me, senior!"

A glint flashed in Martial Ancestor's eyes, and an eight-colored halo suddenly appeared behind his head. The halo expanded rapidly, transforming in the blink of an eye into a colossal wheel that blotted out the sky, enveloping Lu Chen within it. The spiritual energies of the eight attributes perfectly fused within the halo, giving birth to an unprecedented and wondrous flame!
"Since you're still not giving up, then let me see how much of Xiao's skill you've learned!"

"Eight talismans transform into fire, go!"

raging!

In an instant, the eight-colored spiritual fire transformed into a sea of ​​fire that blotted out the sky, pouring down on Lu Chen.

Just as the eight-colored sea of ​​fire was about to engulf Lu Chen, nine-colored light suddenly bloomed in his palm, and an exquisite fire lotus slowly emerged.

The nine-colored fire lotus slowly rotated, each petal representing a terrifyingly powerful spiritual fire of heaven and earth. Even more astonishingly, a wisp of purple-gold lightning flowed at the heart of the lotus—it was none other than the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus, infused with the power of heaven and earth from the Solitary Self Technique!
"Buddha's Wrathful Lotus, please, senior, take a look!"

The moment the fire lotus left his hand, the entire sky darkened.

Boom!

The nine-colored fire lotus collided with the eight-talisman spirit fire, distorting the entire sky. Amidst the raging energy storm, a gigantic hand entwined with eight-colored runes suddenly tore through the sea of ​​fire, its overwhelming power aimed directly at Lu Chen!
The Martial Ancestor's ultimate technique: Eight Talisman Hands!

"The Golden Body of Mount Sumeru!"

Lu Chen's hand seals shifted, and his body suddenly burst forth with boundless golden light. A golden body, a thousand feet tall, rose from the ground, with purple-gold lightning between its brows spinning like the sun, radiating an eternal aura of immortality.

With a wave of his hand, the golden statue managed to hold the eight giant hands of the talisman firmly in mid-air!
"Good boy!"

A sharp light flashed in Wu Zu's eyes. "I underestimated you."

Immediately, the Martial Ancestor changed his move. He clenched his fist and unleashed a deafening dragon roar that resounded throughout the heavens. The azure dragon fist's energy soared into the sky, its mouth brimming with eight-colored spiritual light, and the violent energy fluctuations caused even space itself to begin to collapse!
Eight Symbols Azure Dragon Fist!
"Emperor Yan's Dharma Body, manifest!"

Lu Chen clasped his hands together, and the void behind him suddenly distorted. A hundred-foot-tall illusory Dharma body slowly emerged—its face was blurred, yet it exuded an imperial aura that commanded the submission of all things. Most astonishingly, the nine-colored flames surrounding the Dharma body were actually of the same origin as Lu Chen's spiritual fire!

"Fire God!"

With a wave of his hand, the Dharma Body condensed nine-colored spiritual fire into a pillar of fire that pierced through the heavens and earth. Wherever that pillar of fire passed, the Azure Dragon Fist's aura crumbled inch by inch, and the spiritual light of the eight talismans dissipated.

The Martial Ancestor retreated a thousand miles, and a corner of his black robe was burned off the cuff!
"Good! Good! Good!" Martial Ancestor laughed instead of getting angry, his fighting spirit intensifying. "The Buddha's Wrath Lotus is one thing, but he has even cultivated the Flame Emperor's Dharma Body. It seems Brother Xiao has truly found a good successor!"

Before he finished speaking, he slowly opened his hands, and eight dazzling rays of light suddenly appeared from the void. Each ray of light contained an ancient and profound rune, and as the runes flowed, the entire world trembled.

"Let's try this trick!"

"Eight Symbols of Annihilation!"

With a flick of his finger, the Martial Ancestor fused the eight runes into one, transforming them into a hazy, annihilating beam of light. Wherever this destructive beam passed, space itself was obliterated, leaving a shocking, pitch-black crack in the sky!

"One Qi transforms three pure things!"

Lu Chen's expression turned serious, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He immediately formed a hand seal.

Two clones, one black and one white, instantly coalesced and merged with his main body. In that instant, his spiritual power surged like a volcanic eruption, and his cultivation level jumped directly from the mid-stage of the Saint Rank to the late-stage!

Driven by the surging spiritual power, the nine-colored spiritual fire transformed into nine ferocious fire dragons, swirling and dancing around him.

Even more astonishingly, a purple-gold thunder seal appeared in his palm, and nine thunder dragons responded to the call, intertwining with the nine-colored fire dragon, and finally condensing into a dazzling thunder and fire shield, firmly blocking the light of annihilation in front of him.

boom!
The annihilating light slammed into the lightning and fire shield, sending terrifying shockwaves shattering through the void. Each stray ripple contained destructive power, enough to reduce the entire continent to dust in an instant.

At this critical moment, a dazzling divine light suddenly burst forth from the heavens.

A crystal-clear glass bowl descended from the sky, its surface engraved with eight ancient runes. These runes were incredibly mysterious, sometimes transforming into thunder and lightning, sometimes into raging flames, and in an instant, they solidified into polar ice, constantly shifting and changing on the bowl's surface.

The Eighth Patriarch's Glazed Bowl!
The moment this peerless sacred artifact appeared, it caused the surrounding world to tremble violently, and a terrifying pressure that made all things submit swept across the four directions.

Lu Chen's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, he heard a cold snort resound through the sky:
"receive!"

The Supreme Heart Demon Seal in his hand was drawn by an invisible great force and was instantly suppressed in the glass bowl.

Lu Chen's expression was extremely solemn. This Eight Ancestors Glazed Bowl was a sacred artifact that the Martial Ancestor had nurtured for hundreds of years. How could it be compared to the Supreme Heart Demon Seal that he had just advanced to?
At this moment, the inner demon seal has been suppressed, and it will probably be difficult to break free in a short time.

However, the difference between the supreme and peerless sacred artifacts is ultimately limited. In order to suppress the inner demon seal, the Martial Ancestor could no longer use the power of the Eight Ancestors Glazed Bowl.

In this duel, the two sides have once again returned to a state of evenly matched strength!
(End of this chapter)