Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 76 Lei Dian
The once ordinary paper suddenly glowed with a scarlet, blood-red light the moment it was torn apart by lightning. The challenge letters were no longer just thin sheets of paper, but seemed to have been infused with life, struggling violently in the lightning and flames, emitting low, mournful cries, like wronged souls awakening.

Immediately afterwards, the pages seemed to transform into shadows in the fire, bursting forth with killing intent that materialized into real forms. Fiery eyes blazing with fury, a sinister grinning ghost, a butterfly blade flashing by, a demonic claw... a myriad of forms appeared, and killing intent soared into the sky.

They were like a "hundred ghosts parading at night," carrying the challenger's anger and contempt, greed and murderous intent, sweeping in from all directions. The phantoms stretched across the sky, baring their fangs and claws, tearing the air apart, as if they wanted to devour Chu Ninglei alive.

In an instant, the arena seemed to transform into a hellish inferno, with killing intent surging like a tide.

On the viewing platform, everyone was utterly shocked. An old man couldn't help but gasp, his voice trembling as he murmured, "These challenge letters... actually contain the opponent's true intentions?"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ning summoned another bolt of lightning from his palm. In an instant, the lightning struck down like a divine thunderbolt crashing down.

"boom--!!"

The void trembled violently, and the heavens shook. Before the halberd shadows, ghostly claws, spiritual swords, and demonic souls that rushed towards them could even get close, they crumbled, wailed, and annihilated in the lightning, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!
All that could be heard were shrill screams, as they were reduced to ashes and dust in the thunder and flames, dissipating between heaven and earth.

A full hundred illusory images of killing intent were blasted into nothingness by his palm!
The wind stopped and the sound ceased; the arena was deathly silent, as if the entire world had held its breath after that one strike.

Chu Ning slowly raised his eyes, the lightning illuminating his sharp profile, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"You want my life?" he whispered coldly, his right fist clenched tightly. Suddenly, azure flames exploded, transforming into a sky full of sparks, burning fiercely. "Then you'll have to ask my—blade first!"

Suddenly, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

First came a gasp of surprise, then it exploded like boiling water and a landslide!

"He's insane... This madman actually accepted all the challenges in one go?!"

"It's him! The madman who killed Feng Li of Li Huo Palace with a single blow at the Marquis Wu's residence ten days ago!"

"I heard that that strike even shattered Feng Li's natal spirit flame!"

"He didn't just kill Feng Li... Back then, he was only a low-grade tenth rank, yet he fought against a peak-grade ninth rank!!"

A deafening roar of voices filled the arena, the viewing platform trembled violently, and more and more eyes were drawn to the young man in the green robe with white hair.

On the high platform, the "Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture" should have been sleeping peacefully in the golden magic box, sealed by layers of thunder locks.

But at that moment, the magic box suddenly trembled, the golden lock clanged, and lightning surged up like a tidal wave, as if a thunderclap was about to break through the sky!

A purple-gold arc of electricity slowly emanated from the box, winding like a lightning serpent, penetrating through layers of restrictive arrays. Although the seal was not broken, it still exuded a lightning will that seemed to breathe.

At the same time, on the arena, the wisp of lightning in Chu Ning's palm that had not completely dissipated suddenly trembled!
An invisible bolt of lightning rose from his body, echoing the lightning energy in the high platform's lightning manual, as if they were igniting each other.

"That is..." A high-ranking arena referee's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in a low voice, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear: "Lei Dian... is actually resonating?"

The next instant, Chu Ning's mind exploded as a bolt of lightning pierced the heavens and struck his consciousness.

Deep within his consciousness, a pair of thunderous eyes, as bright as the golden sun, slowly opened. Neither sad nor happy, cold and aloof as a god, they looked down upon his soul as if judging: Is this person worthy to bear the will of thunder?

In an instant, Chu Ning's body surged with lightning energy, and golden lightning patterns appeared all over his body, as if he were struck by heavenly lightning.

At the same time, Prince Duan slowly stood up, his previously languidly reclining figure now standing upright for the first time.

His gaze was sharp, piercing through the lightning, as he looked at the snow-white-haired youth on the arena. A strange emotion surged in his eyes, which he himself did not even realize.

A slow smile played on his lips as he murmured, as if a long-suppressed expectation was finally being revealed:
"Found it... really found it."

"This is the 'key' to fusing the three Thunder Codexes."

At that moment, all the martial artists around the arena held their breath, as if the thunderous intent of the entire world was slowly revolving around Chu Ning as its anchor...

Just as the light in Prince Duan's eyes grew brighter and almost greedy, Wang Chongshan beside him remained silent, his body stiff and cold as stone, his face as gloomy as if covered in ice, almost dripping with ink.

In that instant, he almost wanted to draw his sword and sever this damned resonance.

But he held back.

He stared intently at the purple lightning arcs emanating from the "Nine Heavens Thunder Codex," his eyes flashing with cold light. He then glanced at the still-burning lightning flames in Chu Ning's palm on the arena. That wisp of lightning was like a flame of destiny, igniting some kind of omen that he absolutely did not want to face.

"Damn it," he growled inwardly, his nails already digging deep into his palms, blood seeping silently. His worst fears had come true. Chu Ning had actually resonated with the *Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture*.

What does this mean? It means that Chu Ning is very likely the "key" that Prince Duan has been searching for for years, the true host of which can unify the three classics and summon the divine thunder to return.

From this moment on, Chu Ning was not only the "God of Slaughter" of the Marquis of Wu's mansion, but also the "Priceless Plan" in the eyes of Prince Duan.

As long as the Nine Heavens Thunder Codex has not yet recognized a master and the three codes have not yet been returned to their proper places, Prince Duan will never allow anyone to lay a hand on Chu Ning.

Even he, Wang Chongshan, had to sheathe his sword and temporarily avoid the limelight.

"Heh..." A cold smile appeared on Wang Chongshan's lips, but his eyes revealed an extremely sinister and venomous intent.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, waiting for a weakness to be exploited.

He quietly reached into his sleeve and slowly took out an object—a broken bronze compass, dull and lifeless, yet exuding an aura of malevolence. The compass's surface was covered with dense, eerie, blood-red runes, and in its center, a single, writhing drop of black and red blood was prominently displayed!
That was no ordinary blood; it was "cursed blood"—a wisp of blood sacrifice core that the ancestor Wang Lin personally extracted from a human body when he crafted the Blood Puppet Guard.

Wang Chongshan gently moved the compass with his thumb.

In an instant, the blood bead flickered slightly, as if a throbbing heart was beating, and the blood patterns spread out, with a blurry figure slowly emerging from it.

On the throne, Prince Duan leaned against the jade armrest, the corner of his golden python robe hanging down to the steps, a half-smile playing at the corner of his eye.

He gently twirled the blood-jade thumb ring in his hand, his fingertips stroking the jade surface back and forth, as if he were caressing not an ornament, but a beating heart.

"All challenges," he said casually, uttering just two words, "are approved."

Before he finished speaking, the attendant behind him, clad in heavy black iron armor and wearing a crimson flame token at his waist, immediately stepped forward, his voice like a resounding golden bell, echoing in all directions:

"Group 10, Chu Ning, accept all challenges!"

In an instant, the golden gongs resounded and the war drums beat in unison.

"Boom-!!"

The sound waves surged like mountains and seas, shattering the heavens.

The entire Qingyun Arena was instantly ignited by this decree, and countless disciples from sects, scions of noble families, prodigies, and even royalty in the stands were all shaken.

All eyes turned to the main arena.

Where the wind rises, thunder and fire still remain, the flames have not yet died down, only a green robe flutters in the wind!
The young man stood alone in the center of the arena, his body crackling with lightning, his brows and eyes cold and stern, his sharpness concealed.

He remained silent, yet he was like a sheathed sword, its sharpness already piercing the clouds and splitting the sky.

—Chu Ning! One person accepted the challenge from a hundred.

At this moment, the main arena stood like a solitary peak, surrounded by wind and thunder, with killing intent surging, as if a war god stood atop a thunderous summit.

He did not retreat a single step, nor utter a single word, but stood there coldly, waiting for the hundred battles to erupt and the enemy to perish!

Even before the battle began, the air was already thick with the scent of blood and carnage.

At that moment, everyone knew that this was Chu Ning's arena of carnage.

On the ring, the referee's loud command resounded like a thunderclap, sending shivers down the spine:
"Group 10, Arena 1, Chu Ning, battle begins!"

"First battle, opponent: Feng Jin from Li Huo Palace!"

boom!
The arena trembled violently as a crimson figure, like a fiery torrent, plummeted from the sky and crashed into the center of the arena, causing a surge of air and raging flames!
The floor tiles cracked instantly, radiating red light, and waves of heat rolled in like molten lava, scorching the air with a hissing sound!

The figure was dressed in a fiery red dress, with long hair tied up high, a straight back, and a heavy crimson-gold halberd trailing diagonally on the ground.

Where the halberd tip landed, it was not water droplets, but scorching magma. Each drop fell, burning a ring of scorch marks on the arena!
"Zizi-"

Each step was like a tongue of fire licking the earth.

Around her, the heavy halberd remained unmoved, yet nine phantom fire dragons began to coil around her.

Crimson flames soared into the sky, and the nine fires took shape, as if nine layers of heavenly fire were pressing down at once. Before they even made a move, the world had already been burned into a scorching inferno.

The viewing area on the high platform instantly erupted into chaos, and the powerful figures from various sects all paled and fell silent:

"It's her... Feng Jin from the Li Huo Palace!"

"Burning Sky Halberd, Nine Flames Transforming into a Dragon, they're getting serious right from the start!"

"The number one fighter in the series is actually this killer star?!"

As the crowd erupted in cheers, a figure in the spectator stands suddenly stood up.

Xie Mingli disregarded her status and etiquette, picked up her sword, and descended the steps.

"Miss!" Zhao Tianyu was startled and quickly took two steps to catch up, but was frozen in place by her glare.

His gaze was calm yet chilling, as if to say: Don't stop me.

She walked slowly to the edge of the arena and stood beneath the golden pillar of the Hundred Battles Ranking.

Her spotless white dress fluttered gently in the wind, her gaze calm and serene, like a sword yet to be drawn, standing between wind, thunder, and fire, like a silent sanctuary.

Chu Ning never looked back.

But he knew that a gaze, like an umbrella and a shield, was silently watching over him from behind.

(End of this chapter)