Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 78 Winning streak
In the second battle, Chu Ning faced Shen Yue, a disciple of the Xuansha Sect, known as the "Poison Sand Hand".

This man hails from the Northern Border and cultivates the secret technique of the Xuansha Sect—"Soul-Eating Poison Sand." He excels at controlling countless highly poisonous sand grains to create deadly formations. His poison is colorless and formless, capable of corroding tendons and bones, burning the soul, and severing meridians. He is particularly adept at using the momentum of the sandstorm; the fiercer the wind and sand, the stronger he becomes. Legend has it that Shen Yue once single-handedly poisoned three hundred enemy soldiers on a stormy night during a battle in the Northern Border, leaving behind a mountain of corpses, earning him a fearsome reputation.

On the arena, before the referee could speak, Shen Yue let out a low shout, his inner energy surging, his robes billowing in the wind.

"Sandfall - Soul Severance!"

With a flick of his finger, the yellowish-brown poisonous sand suddenly gushed out from his sleeve, like a sand waterfall cascading down, tearing through the air. Tens of thousands of specks of poisonous sand violently split and split again in the air, instantly turning into sand grains as fine as cow hair and as light as dust, carrying a hissing corrosive sound, and gleaming with a chilling green light in the sunlight!

"call out--"

Poisonous sand shot out, accompanied by a howling wind like a ghost's cry, instantly turning the entire arena into a sea of ​​yellow poisonous mist. The ground was eroded with countless holes, and pale red, scorching poisonous patterns floated in the air, inspiring fear in all who beheld it!
"A thousand specks of poisonous sand! He's using a deadly move right from the start!"

"Are you crazy? This is one of the Xuan Sha Sect's 'Three Soul-Eroding Techniques,' which even eighth-rank martial artists avoid!"

From the spectator stands, gasps of alarm rose and fell. Many cultivators paled, hastily activating their protective inner energy, fearing the poisonous sand might breach the observation array. Some even retreated, their faces turning ashen.

But Chu Ning did not retreat an inch.

He stood quietly at the edge of the arena, where the lightning patterns had not yet dissipated, his expression indifferent, as if what was rushing towards him was not a deadly sandstorm, but a gentle breeze.

The next moment, he moved.

With a light touch of his toes, he stepped into the surging waves of poisonous sand like lightning.

"He actually... went to meet them?!"

"That's not dust, that's a poisonous sand that can corrode the dantian and erode the soul!"

The next instant, lightning flashed.

Chu Ning's rusty blade flashed like thunder, slashing horizontally through the air. A fierce arc of lightning crackled from its edge, like a wisp of cold light emerging from the sheath of a divine punishment weapon, cleaving through the swirling poisonous sand. That single strike tore through the sea of ​​sand; as lightning danced across the surface, the poisonous mist exploded, vanishing into nothingness. On the arena, amidst the swirling sand, a straight path of lightning was carved through it, like the only refuge in the eye of the storm.

Shen Yue's eye twitched, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph... You think you can break my poison sand? You're far from it!" He suddenly clenched his left palm, and a shrill cry like the wailing of ghosts and demons rang out in the air. Thousands of poison sand suddenly swirled back, rolling and dancing as if they were alive, intertwining and swirling like a group of snakes coiling around him, surrounding Chu Ning.

With a flick of his right hand, a ball of pitch-black poisonous gas rapidly condensed in his palm, spinning eerily, and transformed into a ghostly green poisonous seal. This was none other than the "Poisonous Soul Erosion Body" technique, one of the "Three Soul-Eroding Forms" of the Xuansha Sect, which was specifically designed to destroy true essence and scorch the soul, making it extremely ruthless.

"Thunder is thunder after all, and even poisonous sand fears the might of heaven... Shatter!"

Just then, Chu Ning suddenly flipped his left palm, and a vortex of lightning patterns suddenly lit up in his palm. The lightning was contained, as if a lightning furnace had been unsealed. A violent yet refined lightning intent slowly spread out, and the wind and lightning intertwined, resembling a lightning domain, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

This lightning domain is not simply a release of lightning, but a forge-like furnace of lightning, containing a restrained rage and devouring everything. Once the poisonous sand gets close, it is drawn into it, entwined with lightning and fire, rapidly evaporating, purifying, and reforging. The originally destructive poisonous particles are actually refined into strands of fine, spiderweb-like, bluish-purple lightning sand within the lightning domain.

In an instant, lightning crackled in the air, and lightning threads transformed into a net, creating a deadly lightning sand net right before everyone's eyes.

"He...he actually refined my poison sand?!" Shen Yue's expression changed drastically, and he was horrified and wanted to retreat.

But it was too late.

The lightning net descended from the sky, swooping down like a thunderous eagle, with strands of lightning sand piercing his body like lightning needles, instantly penetrating every acupoint.

"boom!"

Shen Yue coughed up blood, his body crashing to the center of the arena like a puppet with broken strings, creating a deep, charred crater. His protective aura shattered inch by inch, the poisonous sand backfired, and lightning surged through his body; even his protective techniques couldn't withstand a single breath.

He collapsed, blood gushing from his mouth mixed with lightning poison, his eyes wide open in horror and disbelief: "This... is impossible... how could my Profound Sand Technique... have been... refined..."

The stands were completely shattered.

“He wasn’t breaking the move… he reconstructed the entire technique the moment he received the attack.”

"Is that a suppression of cultivation technique attributes? Or is it... a crushing advantage of talent?"

"Refining poison into lightning... his lightning domain in his palm is simply... a lightning furnace!"

Xie Mingli's fingers tightened slightly, and an undisguised shock welled up in her beautiful eyes:

"This isn't a battle...this is clearly a cultivation of the Dao! Using lightning as a furnace and poison as the material, you devour and reforge the enemy's techniques...Chu Ning, just how many more tricks are you hiding?"

On the high platform, Prince Duan raised an eyebrow, his previously indifferent gaze finally softening, and murmured:

"This kid... is indeed more than just strong."

"The victor is Chu Ning!" The steward's voice was loud and clear, his tone filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Chu Ning has won two consecutive games, accumulating five points and temporarily ranking fortyth in the standings."

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted, and many young disciples' eyes shone with fervor as they regarded him as an unshakeable rising star.

At this moment, the lightning net dissipated, the poisonous sand vanished, and Chu Ning stood calmly in the center of the arena, his eyes indifferent as water, his expression so serene as if everything had been just an ordinary exchange, without a ripple. His gaze was like clouds drifting across the sky, devoid of sorrow or joy, yet captivating all who looked away.

In a distant corner, Wang Chongshan slowly closed his eyes and whispered, "Your Highness... his thunder magic has reached perfection. If we keep him, he may become a disaster in the future."

"Hmph." Prince Duan sneered, his tone sinister, "So what? If they can be used by me, they will be my sharpest blade."

On the arena, the steward loudly proclaimed: "Third battle, opponent: Uta, a warrior of the Southern Wilderness!"

Before the words were even finished, the arena trembled violently, stones flew everywhere, and before the dust had settled, a nine-foot-tall figure shattered the fog barrier and made a thunderous entrance, like a mountain pressing down on the arena.

Uta stood shirtless, his skin as smooth as cast bronze and iron, gleaming with a dark golden battle aura. The heavy breastplate on his chest was covered with scarlet blood-red patterns, like the roar of an ancient beast.

He raised his arms and slammed them together.

"Qiang!!"

A deafening roar, like the clash of swords, swept across the entire arena, resembling the thunder of a giant bell. The disciples watching from the front row turned pale, their eardrums throbbed with pain, and several even staggered backward.

Chu Ning's gaze remained calm as it fell upon Uta's skin, which resembled forged from iron, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. The patterns covering his flesh were unmistakably the ultimate manifestation of the "Rough Stone Hard Technique."

"I have mastered the technique... The Southern Wilderness is indeed rich in wild beasts."

"Chu Ning!" Uta spoke in a low voice, like a resounding stone drum, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Your broken knife can't cut through my skin!"

Chu Ning lowered his gaze to the rusty knife in his hand, the blade reflecting his deep, calm eyes. Suddenly, he released his grip, and the longsword clattered three inches into the arena floor, raising a small cloud of dust.

With a clench of his knuckles, lightning patterns surged from his palm, winding their way up to his arm bone, the lightning leaping like snakes and crackling.

"To deal with you," Chu Ning said indifferently, "a punch would be more satisfying."

Uta laughed wildly, his voice like the roar of a ferocious beast. He stomped his foot, the floor tiles shattering into spiderweb-like cracks, and his body charged out like a raging war chariot, the air exploding with each step.

"bring it on!!!"

"Bang!" The two fists collided head-on, and the sound of metal exploding echoed.

The collision of electric arcs and brute force created a terrifying sonic boom, and the shockwave swept in all directions. The protective shield at the edge of the arena lit up with spiritual light to resist, and the disciples were forced to close their eyes and retreat.

Chu Ning's body trembled, and he took half a step back. The lightning patterns under his feet lit up and moved like living things, firmly binding his legs. Uta, on the other hand, was shaken and staggered back three steps. A clear crack appeared on the breastplate in his chest.

"What?!" A gasp of astonishment came from the spectator stands.

Uta raised his hand to wipe away the blood and foam that had spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowing like needles: "The Rough Stone Hard Technique? How do you know my Southern Wilderness technique?!"

Chu Ning simply raised his right arm, crackling with lightning, and his fist was already upon him. "Since you know, then take this."

Lightning patterns coursed across his right arm, like a living snake coiling around it, flashing along Chu Ning's fist bones. Each punch landed precisely at the intersection of the cracks in the Uta Heart-Protecting Mirror, the force of the punch like a stake driving straight for vital points.

“Boom! Boom! Boom—!”

Seven punches were thrown in quick succession, as powerful as thunder, with fists as sharp as knives, smashing seven deep marks into the heart-protecting mirror. The marks were connected, resembling the Big Dipper, with starlight faintly flickering.

"The seventh punch... has formed a pattern?!" someone exclaimed, their eyes filled with horror.

Uta's face changed drastically, his chest ached, and his breathing became heavy and labored, like a broken bellows.

"Eighth punch!" With a low shout from Chu Ning, the eighth punch fell like thunder, crashing down to earth.

"Boom!!"

The protective mirror shattered inch by inch. Amidst the crackling sounds, fragments of iron, accompanied by lightning, scattered in all directions, igniting scorching cracks of electricity on the arena. Seven fragments split into stars, and the eighth into an array, thunderously branding the ground with a Big Dipper lightning array, radiant and accompanied by thunderous roars.

"What terrifying punching power and control! Thunder and array... He actually used his fists to create an array?!" Many sect elders in the spectator stands suddenly stood up.

Uta's expression changed drastically. He raised his foot to retreat, but his ankle tightened. Lightning patterns bound him, like lightning snakes binding his feet, trapping him within the Big Dipper Formation, rendering him unable to move.

His heart skipped a beat: "What kind of lightning magic is this? I... can't back down?!"

"It's over." Chu Ning said in a low voice, took a step forward, and slowly opened his right fist.

Lightning surged and condensed in his palm into a three-foot-long blade of light. The blade's edge was ethereal, its light as cold as snow. The lightning remained condensed and did not dissipate, its electric sparks leaping like the roar of an angry dragon.

The next moment, the blade's edge shot upwards diagonally.

"call--"

Uta's pupils constricted sharply as he felt a chilling killing intent sweep across his throat. The lightning blade grazed his skin, unleashing a scorching shockwave that cleaved a three-zhang-long scorch mark into the rock pillar behind him, sending up billowing dust that resembled a celestial scar.

(End of this chapter)