Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Upon hearing Jin Li's words, the expressions of shock on the faces of the surrounding lower-level cultivators gradually softened.

Illusion?

Secret treasure?

Yes.

This is the most reasonable explanation.

How could a half-blooded being at the Evolutionary Heaven Realm instantly become a powerful figure at the peak of the Town Realm?

This is even more absurd than a sow flying.

In the world of cultivation, methods to alter one's aura and simulate oppressive power are rare, but they do exist.

If it's due to external forces, then all of this makes sense.

"It was all a bluff..."

"That scared me to death! I really thought he was some kind of hidden monster."

"This kid's got some nerve, daring to use such tricks to toy with purebloods. Does he have a death wish?"

Whispers rose again at the edge of the square.

The crowd's gaze shifted from shock back to pity and mockery.

far away.

The green scales, blown away by the blast wave, scrambled to their feet from the ground in a disheveled state.

She dusted herself off, her vertical pupils filled with disbelief.

She looked at Su Yu, who stood there calmly.

My head was buzzing.

Illusion?

Qinglin recalled the repulsive force that had almost crushed her just now.

Is that kind of pure physical mass really something that illusions can simulate?

But if it's not an illusion, then Long Yu really is a powerful figure who controls the entire region.

Just now, I actually had the audacity to tell a powerful figure in a town that I would protect him?

And he earnestly advised him to run away?

Qinglin's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

awkward.

I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground.

But at the same time, a deep sense of worry rose in her heart.

"Long Yu..."

Qinglin bit her lip.

"Are you just putting on an act, or do you actually have the confidence?"

If it's all an act, then when facing the enraged Jin Li, his fate will be absolutely miserable.

At the very front of the square.

The saintly figure in a black dress stood silently in mid-air.

She watched Jin Li stand up and listened to his questioning.

Beneath the veil, her stunningly beautiful face showed a slight furrow in her brows.

She was also thinking about it.

As a Primordial Gengjin White Tiger at the peak of the Zhenyu Realm, her perception of power is far more acute than that of those lower-level cultivators.

That oppressive aura just now felt very real.

but.

It is precisely because it is so realistic that it seems illogical.

Fan Yin's eyes were deep and aloof.

"I just used my divine sense to investigate, and he is at the Transcendent Realm."

"Now, he is unleashing the pressure of a Town Realm expert."

"If he really is at the Town Realm, then it means that his methods of concealing his realm were so advanced that even I couldn't see through them."

The chanting of Sanskrit rippled through my mind.

"But, since he possesses such superb disguise skills..."

"Then, could this current 'Peak of the Town' also be a disguise?"

This is a paradox.

A person who can perfectly disguise themselves as someone at the Evolutionary Heaven Realm can also perfectly disguise themselves as someone at the Town Realm.

Before a real fight, all auras and pressure can be fake.

not to mention.

Fan Yin's gaze swept over the dark purple dragon scales on Su Yu's neck.

A hybrid of the Yuanlong race.

This inferior bloodline has an extremely low potential.

Without substantial resources or top-tier training methods to pass down, it lacks the necessary support.

How could someone possibly cultivate to the peak of the Town Realm?

This goes against the fundamental logic of spiritual practice.

"Illusion, or some kind of high-level mimicry talisman."

The Sanskrit chant resonated in my heart, and I made a preliminary judgment.

The way she looked at Su Yu was less apprehensive and more scrutinizing.

"The methods are good, and the courage is also there."

"But, in the face of absolute power, any pretense is futile."

Deep within the Hall of Transmission of Merit.

In a dark, secret room.

Elder Mo Yuan stood in front of the water mirror, his hands behind his back.

He listened to Jin Li's shouts and looked at Fan Yin's slightly furrowed brows.

A flicker of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Illusion?"

Mo Yuan murmured to himself.

To be honest, even he, a dignified Hongmeng Realm expert, couldn't see through this kid's true strength in the instant before the pressure erupted.

So for a moment just now, he also wondered if this was some kind of profound illusion, or a broken artifact that could simulate pressure.

but.

He was, after all, at the Hongmeng Realm.

Although his lifespan was coming to an end, those eyes would eventually be able to see through the origin of all things.

Others might be swayed by this seemingly illogical leap.

But Mo Yuan saw it very clearly.

The shattered obsidian floor.

That collapsing gravitational field.

That was neither an illusion nor something that could be created out of thin air by any talisman.

That's real physical mass!

That was the immense pressure that naturally emanated from the body after it had been tempered to its limit and broken the dimensional shackles!

"This kid's physical body is truly at the peak of the Zhenyu realm."

Mo Yuan took a deep breath.

Suppress the shock in my heart.

He looked at the half-dragon boy in the water mirror, dressed in a coarse cloth robe and with a calm expression.

"His power is so real that even I, a cultivator at the Primordial Realm, couldn't see through his disguise before."

"Even I, an old man, cannot find out what is hidden inside his body."

"This kid..."

Mo Yuan's gaze became extremely solemn.

"He is definitely not a hybrid of the Abyss Dragon Clan."

"He must be hiding some incredibly sophisticated methods of concealment and trump cards!"

Mo Yuan even began to suspect that this boy might be a Dao Child secretly cultivated by some ancient Daoist court, or an incarnation of some unspeakable being.

"This is getting more and more interesting."

Mo Yuan sat down cross-legged again.

He did not intervene.

He wanted to see how the boy would react next.

on the square.

Jin Li's question echoed in mid-air.

He stared at Su Yu, his eyes conveying a condescending, judgmental tone.

"Didn't you claim to have the combat strength of a Town-Level Realm expert?"

Jin Li slowly raised his hand and pointed to the floating arena in mid-air.

"You're capable."

"Don't intimidate people with threats."

"Get onto the ring."

"Let's have a real, hard-fought battle!"

Jin Li's voice carried a hint of provocation, as well as a hint of testing.

If the other party refuses, or makes an excuse to refuse.

That completely confirms the suspicion that it was just a bluff.

All eyes were on Su Yu.

We await his reply.

Su Yu stood still.

A long, coarse gray-black cloth robe fluttered gently in the breeze.

He looked at the arrogant Jin Li.

There was not a ripple in his deep eyes.

There was no panic at being exposed, nor anger at being provoked.

He simply shifted his gaze from Jin Li and glanced at the number seven arena in mid-air.

"Perfect."

"Our license plate number was matched, wasn't it?"

The words fell.

Su Yu didn't say another word.

He took a step.

They walked slowly towards arena number seven.

His steps were steady, neither hurried nor slow.

Each step landed without any extra fluctuations of magical power.

But the composure and restraint that emanated from his very bones silenced the lowly cultivators around him who had been mocking him.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for him.

Jin Li watched Su Yu's retreating figure.

His eye twitched slightly.

He didn't expect that this kid would actually dare to agree.

Moreover, the agreement was given so readily and calmly.

"Pretending to be something you're not."

Jin Li snorted coldly in his heart.

I forcibly suppressed that inexplicable irritation.

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish."

Swish.

Jin Li transformed into a dark golden streak of light.

In an instant, it traversed the distance in space and landed steadily on the number seven arena.

The pressure of the early stage of the Origin Realm was released without reservation.