Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 107 Without seventh-grade cultivation, there's no need to go on stage.

Countless eyes stared in awe at the figure on the arena, shrouded in lightning and resembling both a god and a demon.

Chu Ning slowly walked onto the arena. With each step he took, the stones of the arena rippled with lightning, as if he were stepping not on stone slabs, but on a divine map woven by heavenly lightning, with the order of heaven and earth yielding to him.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, a faint golden light appearing in his eyes, like a thunder god looking down upon the mortal world.

"The next challenger—"

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it resonated like a morning bell, striking straight to the heart.

"If you do not have the cultivation level of the seventh rank, you do not need to go on stage."

His tone was extremely cold yet steady, like a death sentence, sealing off the thoughts of countless people to step into the arena.

A commotion arose in the audience. Some eager low- to mid-level martial artists looked at each other, feeling a chill run down their spines and sweat quietly beading on their skin.

Chu Ning coldly added:
"If you insist on going—"

"One is responsible for one's own life and death."

"Boom!"

The moment he finished speaking.

Above the sky, the crimson cloud that had been hidden high in the sky since the last great battle finally surged once more.

The clouds in the nine heavens rose against the current, and layers of lightning twisted and converged, tearing open a terrifying vortex above the dome.

Lightning struck the ground, and blood-red clouds poured in.

Everyone looked up in astonishment.

At the very center of the vortex, a faintly visible, thunderous divine eye slowly opened.

Xie Mingli's pupils contracted sharply, and she blurted out:

"The calamity cloud... it's back again!"

"Moreover... it's closer and more substantial than last time... it's looking at Chu Ning."

All the powerful figures from various sects on the high platform changed their expressions simultaneously.

"The calamity clouds are directly facing the arena... It's him! His target is Chu Ning!"

"How...is this possible?"

"Could he... be the one who brought about this calamity?"

"But he hasn't even reached the first rank yet!"

In the stands, a sect elder suddenly stood up, overturning his teacup; the common people whispered among themselves, filled with surprise and doubt; even Prince Duan paused slightly as he tapped the armrest.

Xie Mingli gripped the Ice Soul Blade in her sleeve tightly, her nails almost digging into her palm.

She knew all too well the weight of those words; the seventh rank was already the cultivation threshold for many sect leaders.

Chu Ning's move was tantamount to declaring war on the entire martial arts world of Qingzhou.

"what?"

"You won't fight those below the seventh rank?"

Exclamations, doubts, and mutterings rose up in waves.

Chu Ning stood on the arena, seemingly oblivious to the fear and dread of the world.

This calamity was precisely the trigger he set in motion.

He didn't care whether lower-level challengers participated.

What he wanted was to force out the real enemy hiding in the shadows.

Only with sufficient deterrence and pressure can those lurking evil spirits, spies, and blood refiners be made restless and tempted to kill.

Below the arena, those who had already signed up for the challenge had their expressions shifting rapidly.

The eighth and ninth-rank martial artists, who were originally full of enthusiasm and ready to fight, fell silent after hearing this loud shout.

Some people clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.

Some people looked at each other in silence, then lowered their heads and left.

"What a joke!"

"Can't even beat a peak eighth-rank cultivator, a ninth-rank? Are you just throwing your life away?"

"Even if he's arrogant, he certainly has the right to be arrogant..."

One challenger after another bowed their heads and left the stage in dejection.

They came full of fighting spirit, but now even their will to fight has been crushed.

The area around the arena was so quiet that even the trembling of sword sheaths could be clearly heard.

Soon, the number of people who gave up exceeded fifty, and Chu Ning's points soared to 174, firmly holding the top spot and leading by a wide margin.

On the high platform, Prince Duan raised a slight eyebrow, but his smile was cold. He gently raised his hand and gestured to the steward below.

The deacon understood, raised his hand, and the Thunder Sound Array vibrated in response, spiritual patterns rose up, and the resounding sound spread throughout the entire area:
"The Qingyun Arena Challenge continues!"

The voice just fell.

Chu Ning slowly took a step forward.

At that moment, the entire arena seemed to be ripped apart by a thunderbolt.

His Snow-Breaking Blade was tilted slightly, and a drop of purple-gold lightning liquid dripped from its tip.

"Whoo-"

The Heavenly Thunder Eyes suddenly widened, and a bolt of blood-red lightning struck down, but he caught it with his backhand sword. The lightning followed the patterns on the sword, transforming into a purple-gold lightning dragon that coiled around his body.

"Anyone below the seventh rank is not worthy to see my blade."

Chu Ning stood in the center of the arena, his back like a towering mountain, his eyes indifferent as frost.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like thunder rumbling under the sky, and before the echo had faded, it shattered the clouds in the heavens!

—At this moment, the might of heaven seemed to descend, and the arena fell silent instantly.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a dark figure slowly emerged from the edge of the arena.

He was dressed in a black robe with a hood covering his face. He stood tall and straight, his steps as steady as a mountain splitting, and the bluestone stones he passed by made a cracking sound as if they could not bear the weight.

Despite his low-grade seventh-rank cultivation, he maintained a formidable advantage with every step he took!
The man in black robes stopped in the center of the arena, chuckling hoarsely, "Thunder Blade Lord? So arrogant..."

He raised his hand and pulled down his hood, revealing a face scorched by flames, resembling a skeleton, with a ghostly light surging in his eye sockets.

"It suits my taste."

A crimson flame suddenly ignited in his palm. It was no ordinary fire, but a flame of yin burning, which burned the soul but not the body!

A figure emerged from the fire—it was Shen Lie, the man who had been killed by Chu Ning in the battle at the Blood Pool on the outskirts of the city!

"Qin Kui of Li Huo Palace," the black-robed man grinned, his lips splitting to his ears, "I have come to take your dog's life on the orders of my Palace Master!" Chu Ning's gaze turned icy.

He slowly raised his sword, pointing it diagonally to the sky. The purple-gold sword light was like a whale sucking up a sea of ​​thunder, and the thunderous intent outlined a dragon-shaped phantom in the sky above the arena, howling and roaring.

"Since you have come to die, then I will grant your wish."

Lightning crackled, and frost spread from beneath his feet, instantly forming a silver-blue frost ring!
"boom!!!"

As the blade flashed, a thunder dragon soared into the sky, and Qin Kui unleashed a palm strike, scorching the heavens and earth with soul-burning flames!

In an instant, thunder and fire intertwined, and the world went dark and then bright!
The arena was torn apart into a purgatory of fire and lightning. Amidst the purple lightning and crimson flames, countless spectators gasped, as if they could feel the soul-shaking pressure even through their spiritual senses.

Qin Kui grinned maliciously, then suddenly raised his hand and crushed the "Fire Spirit Seal" in his palm.

"—Fire Spirit Appears!"

With a loud "boom," the seal shattered into nine streaks of fiery snakes, which instantly darted into the four corners of the arena.

Nine pillars of fire shot into the sky in an instant, crashing through the thunderclouds and converging in the high sky to form a three-zhang-tall phantom of a fire god.

The phantom wore a crown of flames, its armor seemingly forged from magma, and wielded a giant lava axe. With each step it took, the stone surface of the arena melted inch by inch, crimson torrents gushing forth like a churning hell.

"burn!"

Qin Kui roared angrily, and the phantom of the God of Fire brought down his axe, like heavenly fire falling, with raging flames rolling down like a mountain pressing in.

Before the axe blade even arrived, the heat wave had already distorted the air, and even Chu Ning's robes were curled and charred in the scorching heat.

Qin Kui's maniacal laughter was low and hoarse, like a broken gong.

"Thunder is indeed domineering, but it is also the most easily ignited."

"The Soul-Burning Flame of the Li Huo Palace is a fire that burns the Yang and destroys the spirit—your thunder is just right to be my firewood."

Chu Ning neither retreated nor spoke.

He looked down at the scorch marks on his left arm; the skin was slightly curled, indicating damage to his lightning aura.

But his eyes sharpened, and the lightning pattern between his brows throbbed incessantly.

He slowly gripped the Snow-Breaking Blade with his right hand, raised his left hand, a cold glint flashed at his fingertips, and the fox head pendant emitted a faint icy blue light.

He responded softly:
"Can't Lei Ke fire?"

“Then—use 'frost' to extinguish the flames.”

Before the words were finished, he gestured with his left palm, and a deep blue ice lotus bloomed in his hand. It was no ordinary ice, but a mixture of thunder and frost, thunder and snow sharing the same origin, and extreme cold giving rise to thunder.

A chilling aura surged from beneath his feet, spreading like a sudden snowfall across a vast snowfield, and a ring of frost-covered scales formed around the edge of the arena.

The ice lotus spun, and lightning arcs intersected at its center, blending blue and green, with silver light rippling like waves.

Chu Ning gazed coldly at the sky, his blade flashing out.

"Broken Tide Front"

"boom!"

Thunder and snow roared together between heaven and earth.

A bolt of lightning pierced through the ice lotus, soaring into the air and striking the illusory figure of the God of Fire.

The God of Fire swung his axe in a counterattack, and the two divine forces collided with a deafening roar. On one side was a soul-burning blaze, and on the other, frost and lightning patterns.

At the center of the clash, the crimson flames froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The axe blades became brittle, the armor cracked, the fire turned to ice, and even the fiery crown was covered with frost, as if the statue had lost its heat in an instant.

Qin Kui's pupils contracted, and his face twisted for the first time.

"...This is...Yin Thunder? You use extreme cold to counter my supreme yang soul-burning technique?"

Chu Ning stepped into the Frosty Thunder Domain, his black robe enveloped in frost, as if he were in the far north on a snowy night.

His voice was low and cold, like a frost-covered blade brushing against iron:

"Although the Soul-Burning Flame can devour thunder, within the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth—"

"Ice is the extreme of water, and thunder is the might of heaven. When frost and thunder appear together, they can extinguish the source of fire."

"Your Vulcan is nothing but a paper idol."

As he uttered his last word, the ice lotus fully bloomed.

The overwhelming force of thunder and frost surged upwards, like a falling cold star, its chilling light tearing through the void.

The phantom of the Vulcan paused, and cracks spread across the axe blade like a spider web.

"Click!!"

The giant axe broke, the statue shattered, and the crimson flames condensed into ice shards, scattering in all directions.

Qin Kui coughed up a mouthful of blood, letting out a beast-like roar:

"You dare destroy my idol? I will—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Ning slashed across the sky with his Broken Snow Blade.

"You still want to be a god?"

"Then let's see if your face can survive the frost and thunder."

In the audience, someone exclaimed in surprise:
"He...he actually suppressed the Holy Flame Transformation Technique of the Blazing Fire Palace?"

"An eighth-rank mid-level being suppressed by a seventh-rank low-level? Is this a challenge? This is torture."

On the high platform, a glint of light flashed in Prince Duan's eyes, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile slowly curved his lips:

"This is the situation I wanted."

On the arena, Qin Kui staggered backward as the Burning God Statue collapsed, taking away half of his vital energy. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but his eyes grew increasingly crazed.

"Heh...hehehe..."

He licked the blood from the corner of his lips, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed, the sound like the roar of bellows in a furnace:
"Very well...you've forced me to this point."

He raised his right hand and plunged it fiercely into the fire pattern on his chest, inch by inch, pulling out the "Fire Blood Talisman" branded into his bone marrow.

His skin cracked and his flesh burned, but he felt no pain whatsoever; instead, he laughed even more wildly.

"Do you know... that the true foundation of the Fire Palace is not fire!"

"Yes, Sacrifice."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Kui suddenly pulled out a burning fire nail from his back and plunged it fiercely into his shoulder bone.

In the stands, an elderly man exclaimed in surprise:
"That's... the Blood Pact of Burning Bones? This madman is even willing to burn his own life?"

With each inch of blood and bone he burned, his body temperature would surge several times over.

(End of this chapter)