Chapter 450: You Call This a Stone?

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The attack lasted for over a minute—not because his spirit energy was depleted, but simply because even Tianzhe Yifeng felt it was a pure waste of energy.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly retracted, while the blurring-speed figure opposite burst into laughter. His hyper-speed movement seemed to have fully exhilarated him, and during the motion, his Sorcery had already been condensed. Releasing spells mid-combat was a fundamental skill every wizard must master.

"Courtesy demands reciprocity—eat this!" Old Wang shouted, raising his right index finger toward Tianzhe Yifeng. "Here comes—Thunderstrike, Downpour, and Laundry Call!"

Tianzhe Yifeng didn’t dare lower his guard. By now, he knew his opponent wasn’t easy to deal with, but...

The previously silent supporters from the Holy Sanctuary suddenly erupted into laughter, startled by the nonsense. There wasn’t even the slightest precursor to a Sorcery release!

Gui Zhicai shook his head helplessly. The Chosen One was excellent in every way, approachable, but... sometimes he wasn’t entirely serious and enjoyed teasing people.

Clara’s eyes shimmered with an unusual light, her pupils rippling like water. She was already reassured because, knowing Wang Feng as she did, this guy was definitely not just some ghost-level amateur. Meanwhile, Urix beside her wore a gloomy expression—he hated even the sound of Wang Feng’s voice, and the woman next to him was clearly getting hot and bothered!

Just as Tianzhe Yifeng was about to mock, a sudden sense of danger struck. The next second, a bolt of lightning split the clear sky, and a bright spot flashed in the air.

Immediately after, a crackling explosion resounded as the light spot instantly elongated into a roaring Thunder Dragon, surging forth with a deafening howl.

KRAKOOM—!

The Thunder Dragon descended from the sky, pouncing toward Tianzhe Yifeng. In an instant, the world trembled. Everyone felt the arena tremble violently as the ground rumbled. The dragon’s impact sent shockwaves rippling backward, kicking up clouds of dust. The arena’s spirit-barrier array, which had shown no reaction earlier, instantly activated, erecting a solid barrier of surging energy.

Ordinary spectators gaped in shock at the destructive power of the Thunder Dragon—their mortal eyes couldn’t grasp such might. But among the VIPs in the stands, many narrowed their eyes.

Fu Changkong’s brows furrowed. The usually unflappable principal of the Holy Sanctuary and member of the League of Blades now wore an expression of deep unease as he scrutinized Wang Feng’s movements.

Experts could tell everything from a single move. Preparing Sorcery mid-movement and releasing it without any telltale signs—this was something only a top-tier Sorcery savant could achieve. Sorcery boasted immense offensive power but was usually easy to predict. In this aspect, Wang Feng was clearly even slightly better than Tianzhe Yifeng.

Moreover, Sorcery speed depended on three steps: "preparation," "condensation," and "release." Tianzhe Yifeng was already a master of this, making him outclassed even by most ghost-level Martial Artists. Yet Wang Feng was just a tad better.

Thunder Dragon hadn’t slacked off these past years. Raising someone like Karida was already monstrous, but now he’d produced an even more monstrous Wang Feng!

Fu Changkong’s face darkened slightly, while Hawkland beside him grinned so widely his mouth nearly split.

Heaven has finally opened its eyes! It hasn’t abandoned me, Hawkland! I finally have a chance to show off!

Wait! Don’t get carried away! Stay calm, Lao Huo, stay calm! The more critical the moment, the more composed you must be. Don’t act like you’ve never seen the world—remember to maintain that cool, low-key flex! Shove it in those old fogeys’ faces!

"This kid!" Hawkland struggled to suppress the laughter threatening to burst from his face, forcing a strained smile as he remarked lightly, "Take it easy, would ya? It’s just the Holy Sanctuary. No need to stir up so much dust..."

Zhao Feiyuan was stunned, while Fu Changkong’s lips twitched as he resisted the urge to respond.

By now, Team Rose had gone completely wild.

There’s a chance! Even against Tianzhe Yifeng, Rose still has a chance!

Senior Wang Feng, President Wang Feng—the so-called "weakest president in Rose’s history," whom everyone had criticized before—oh yeah, real ‘weakest’—my ass! He was absolutely the strongest, damn it!

Patu had one foot planted on the guardrail of the stands, waving Rose’s banner with both hands as he roared at the top of his lungs, infused with spirit energy: "Old Wang! Old Wang! Light ’em up!"

Behind him, nearly a hundred Rose disciples caught on instantly, their faces red and necks bulging as they channeled their spirit energy into the chant: "Old Wang! Old Wang! The slickest and the sickest!"

The infectious rhythm quickly spread, with Rose’s supporters joining in. Even Gule nearly couldn’t resist participating. Everyone screamed at the top of their lungs, channeling spirit energy into their voices, making the unified roar from the stands clearly audible even over the thunderous explosions of the Thunder Dragon.

BOOM—!

The blinding speed was matched by terrifying, sustained power. The thunderous assault lasted for over a minute before finally subsiding.

The Rose faction cheered. With such a terrifying finishing move landing directly, even Tianzhe Yifeng would likely be injured, right?

But when the dust and shockwaves dispersed, an oval, egg-like fire-thunder shield stood firmly in the center.

Everyone stared intently, only to see Tianzhe Yifeng inside the soul shield looking completely unruffled.

However, the arrogance and ease in his expression had vanished, replaced by his eyes growing sharper.

"Good. I was worried this would be too boring..." Tianzhe Yifeng said slowly, "So you’ve inherited Thunder Dragon’s thunder techniques. Excellent!"

Boom!

The surging spiritual energy around him trembled abruptly as an oval rune formation lit up beneath his feet, identical to the earlier thunder-fire rune.

"Again with this move? Got any new tricks?" Old Wang chuckled.

"As you wish!"

Boom!

A second rune formation appeared—this time on his chest, a meter-wide circular formation, densely crisscrossed with lines that unmistakably formed pure thunder patterns, glowing with a violet light.

Then—Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

More rune formations surrounded him from all directions—front, back, left, right, above, and below. Each formation clearly corresponded to a part of his body: arms, chest, legs... Together with the ones beneath his feet and on his chest, a total of eight circular rune formations instantly unfolded around him!

These formations were either pure thunder or fire patterns, or varying mixtures of the two.

With just the slightest movement of his body, as if pulling the eight formations into motion, the eight purple-and-red formations spun in unison. Lightning crackled and flames roared around him!

Tianzhe—Eight-Gate Witch Armor!

"Eight-Gate Witch Armor?" Long Jing's eyes flickered with intense interest. "So he’s a descendant of the Tianzhe clan from the Holy War, with a unique thunder-fire constitution. A true genius wizard. Back then, the Nine Gods even attempted assassinations—yet some still slipped through the net."

The Eight-Gate Witch Armor was an arcane witchcraft technique that comprehensively enhanced one’s sorcery. Each gate opened meant an immediate boost in the destructive power and speed of witchcraft. It was the Tianzhe clan’s ultimate secret, the signature technique that built their reputation. The clan had vanished for decades—yet here it resurfaced.

After taking Tianzhe Yifeng as his disciple, Fu Changkong had considered having him train in this technique. However, the Holy Sanctuary only possessed fragmented records, and it required the thunder-fire constitution to practice. Thus, he hadn’t pushed the matter. Yet, during his years of training abroad, Tianzhe Yifeng had actually mastered it.

This disciple of his was truly a real talent!

"Brother Changkong, he's got a bright future!"

"It’s still not stable enough," Fu Changkong said, his gaze burning. At this moment, he felt both greater expectations and deeper concerns for his disciple. His Eight-Gate Witch Armor wasn’t complete—"The last three gates aren’t right. But no matter, they can be perfected."

"Haha, five gates are more than enough to dominate the younger generation!" Zhao Feiyuan laughed heartily. He didn’t care about Tianzhe Yifeng’s future, but right now, that deceitful ghost-level Wang Feng, who had fooled the entire alliance, was as good as dead. "The legendary Eight-Gate Witch Armor increases its power by ten percent with each gate opened. With Tianzhe Yifeng’s skill and tactics, crushing Wang Feng is effortless!"

Hawkland was dumbfounded, his emotions were all over the place—life’s ups and downs were far too intense. Of course, he knew the reputation of the Eight-Gate Witch Armor. This was ancient history—why'd it have to show up now, of all times? Why was it so damned hard?!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In the arena, Tianzhe Yifeng, with five gates opened, radiated an overwhelming aura. His surging spiritual energy had more than doubled, and the shockwaves around him swirled like a hurricane, howling fiercely.

His hair and beard bristled wildly, their color shifting to a blazing crimson, as if burning like living flames. Thunderbolts crackled around him, and snakes of lightning writhed through the air.

Snap!

With a mere lift of his hand—though still using the basic witchcraft gathering technique—his speed and control had ascended yet again. This was what made it so terrifying. Unless facing a stealth-specialized Martial Artist, any profession would have trouble against such a wizard.

A wave of blistering heat instantly engulfed the entire arena. The railings of the spectator stands instantly glowed red-hot, hot enough to burn skin!

An Nanxi and the two other chief judges looked serious. Who would have thought a disciple's match could escalate to this level? The Ninth Prince in the stands also wore an unpleasant expression—the Holy Sanctuary was really pushing it.

HUMmmmm!

The arena's protective barrier sensed the terrifying power. The pillars around the field suddenly flared with intense soul-crystal energy, forming a cubic "transparent barrier" that enveloped the entire battlefield.

After all, this was Blade City’s premier arena, equipped with a barrier specifically designed to withstand ghost-level power. The scorching heat pressing down on everyone instantly dissipated, sealed away. And at the same time—

Boom!

Above Old Wang’s head, the heat-laden air abruptly condensed into a sea of flames. Molten fire-rain materialized out of nowhere, like a titan upending a cauldron of fire from the sky onto the battlefield!

Tianzhe: Meteor Firestorm!

This was a genuine fourth-order terrifying Witchcraft, a one-shot kill even for ghost-level powerhouses, especially those at the ghost initial stage.

Crackle crackle crackle!

The terrifying magma fireballs rained down densely, leaving no gaps for evasion. Each droplet burned a hole straight through the ground upon impact, turning the battlefield into a pockmarked wasteland in an instant, smoking and sizzling!

But that wasn’t all. Tianzhe Yifeng now hovered midair, radiant as the sun, his entire body in motion like a godling. With each movement, another horrifying Witchcraft ravaged the battlefield.

Tianzhe: Purple Lightning Sea!

Above the magma, thick thunderclouds gathered, silver serpents writhing within. Before the magma rain could even finish, sky-rending thunderbolts descended relentlessly.

Tianzhe: Thunderfire Inferno!

And when the lightning struck the energy convergence points within the sea of magma, a high-energy transformation occurred—each bolt morphed into a purple-and-red thunderfire orb! Each the size of a soccer ball, they crackled like Skyburst Grenades as they rained down, exploding upon impact.

Dense magma rain, thick purple lightning bolts as wide as barrels, purple-red thunderfire orbs, countless lightning arrows, fireballs… The terrifying assault reached its peak in mere seconds!

The battlefield was now a maelstrom of light and shadow, dust and shockwaves, the earth trembling violently as the entire arena shook faintly.

The sheer destructive force had turned the place into a waking hellscape in an instant!

What Shadow Steps? What Thunder Dragon Movement? Against such a terrifying, all-encompassing area attack, not even a gnat could dodge this!

A serious Tianzhe Yifeng crushed his foe in one relentless onslaught, leaving no room for respite. Mercy to the enemy was cruelty to oneself!

Amid the deafening explosions, only a select few top-tier figures in the stands could hear a drawling voice from the heart of the storm—

"Grand Arcane—Heavy Light Water Shield."

A ripple of cool… a glint of brilliance…

The Saint frowned slightly. The Beast Tribe’s Grand Elder and Aaron the Valiant Sword clenched their fists in silence. The Li brothers, tending to Winnie Lee at the entrance, narrowed their eyes. The Sea Dragon Prince Urix couldn’t help but grit his teeth and snarl at Clara beside him—*A contract? Did that brat sign a mermaid contract with Clara?*

*Was she out of her mind?*

Fu Changkong’s relaxed expression and smile froze instantly…

Meanwhile, the Grand Duke Canglan, seated not far from Long Jing, couldn’t help but fix his gaze with blazing focus.

Arcane! A human wielding Arcane? Such individuals weren’t unheard of, but they didn’t achieve it through training.

A handful of human princes and nobles in history, after sealing pacts with mermaid royalty, had indeed developed similar talents… Wang Feng had once been mired in rumors with the Mermaid Princess Clara, as seen in the Holy Sanctuary's Light, but they were just tabloid fodder.

Compared to that, the Grand Duke Canglan leaned toward a different theory. After all, the only human who had ever mastered Arcane by raw skill alone was the Supreme Sage Teacher!

The report from his daughter Cang Jue, the deductions of the Grand Elder, the mission of the Celestial Master Order...

To be honest, he had been somewhat hesitant before, which was why he had come personally. But now, a decision had to be made.

…………Amidst the sea of flames, a sapphire-blue water shield rapidly expanded, resembling a crystal-clear water egg, radiating sacred radiance, the scent of the ocean, and an azure glow.

Tianzhe Yifeng's expression changed.

The five-gate Thunderflame Purgatory! Yet it couldn’t breach the defense of that water shield? That was... the Grand Arcane Water Shield!

Futile attacks were just a waste of energy. As the infernal assault paused slightly, the maelstrom of lightning and flames receded, revealing the Grand Arcane Water Shield in the center of the arena with crystal clarity.

Now, even those who weren’t among the top experts or Tianzhe Yifeng could recognize it at a glance.

Arcane Water Shield!

Only arcane power from the ocean could make water elements take on such a luminous azure glow!

In terms of pure defense, water arcane completely countered fire witchcraft—this was why the Sea Tribes once ruled.

Clara's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, she was reeling in disbelief. A contract could grant some affinity with water elements, but mastering such profound arcane arts was an entirely different matter. Moreover, she hadn’t taught him any arcane techniques. More importantly, his understanding of arcane power... clearly surpassed hers!

This bastard, just how many secrets was he hiding?!

A Ghost-rank Arcane Water Shield was top-tier in defensive power.

"To achieve such feats at your age is truly remarkable," Tianzhe Yifeng, levitating in the air, narrowed his eyes. "But you still stand no chance of victory!"

Far from being surprised, Tianzhe Yifeng’s fighting spirit only burned brighter. Throughout his trials, he had faced all kinds of opponents and been pushed to the brink multiple times, yet he had never given up. His pride, his talent, and his strength would shine brightest in the direst of circumstances—no matter who the opponent was!

The five witch armors on his body simultaneously shifted in color, no longer purely purple or red, but an interwoven fusion of violet and crimson, gleaming with a lustrous sheen. Tianzhe Yifeng’s soul power surged to its limit—he would end this in one decisive strike!

The Tianzhe clan's honor would be reclaimed by him!

At this moment, Tianzhe Yifeng’s hovering body was trembling violently, and thousands of crystalline spikes materialized around him, glowing and razor-sharp.

Thunderfire Crystals—refined through thunder and flame. Each spike pulsed with amethyst-and-ruby light, exuding unstoppable piercing force. This was no temporary witchcraft but a soul artifact. Every Thunderfire Crystal had been tempered by Tianzhe Yifeng’s soul power since childhood, the ultimate trump card of the Tianzhe lineage, one that had saved his life in critical moments many times.

"Wang Feng, these are the life-linked Thunderfire Crystals of my Tianzhe clan. You are the first Holy Sanctuary disciple to witness them!"

Wang Feng’s lips twitched. This guy really never missed a chance to grandstand. He rolled his eyes and shrugged helplessly, stomped his foot, and unleashed his soul power. Honestly, he could sense this man’s strength and pride—this wasn’t something accumulated overnight. A pity... but he had to win!

*Snap—*

An earthen-red runic array manifested beneath Old Wang’s feet—a fusion of fire and earth elements.

Wang Feng pointed at Tianzhe Yifeng in the sky. "Let me show you the ultimate killing technique of the Rose Holy Sanctuary’s Witchcraft Department—There’s a Big Rock in the Sky!"

A casual gesture, a ridiculously named technique, but this time, no one dared to laugh. After all, the last round of mockery had brought down a meteor shower.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the sky...

What the hell?!

Whether they supported Rose or Zenith, everyone couldn’t help but gulp.

Y-you call *that* a rock?!

KABOOM! KABOOM!

It was a massive, flaming meteor that had appeared out of thin air—how massive? About forty to fifty meters in diameter!

Currently, it was diving through the sky like a legendary celestial comet, dragging a searing comet's tail of white-hot flames, as if tearing through the barriers of space from tens of thousands of miles away. With the enormous runic array blazing across the heavens, it had already appeared right above Tianzhe Yifeng’s head in an instant!

The terrifying pressure wave made it impossible for many ordinary spectators to even keep their eyes open, their bodies crushed into their seats like bugs under glass. The sheer heat of the fire energy was so intense that even the edges of their clothes were scorched and curling up!

This… this…

The VIPs in the stands all subtly changed expressions.

What in the blazing hells is this "rock" supposed to be?! This was a peak Fourth-Order Witchcraft—Cataclysmic Fire Meteor!

This was something no Ghost Initial wizard should be capable of sustaining—their soul reserves would be drained dry! What kind of talent was this? What kind of soul seed? What the hell had Thunder Dragon given him?!

And even more terrifying was the fact that such a complex Witchcraft required preparation—how had he managed it?! This was no longer just a question of Thunder Dragon’s school. His control over soul power and his instinct for Witchcraft had reached a monstrous level that was downright frightening.

And another thing—wasn’t that Wang Feng a thunder wizard? Wasn’t he Thunder God’s disciple? So why was he using fire-based techniques, and such high-tier ones at that? No… it wasn’t just fire—this was a composite Witchcraft combining fire and earth! Did he even know earth-based Witchcraft?!

Thunder, fire, earth—and earlier, even arcane and water shields!

Fu Changkong, Zhao Feiyuan, Urix, and others in the stands couldn’t help but rise from their seats in shock. Even the Holy Son's jaw went slack...

With strength and terror like this, why bother playing around with ice bees? Why pretend to be a rookie? This guy had been toying with the entire alliance, treating them all like damn fools! While hiding in the shadows, watching as people in the Holy Sanctuary's Light nitpicked his ice bees, he was probably cackling and calling them morons while secretly enjoying himself!

They’d seen people feigning modesty before, but never to this extent. What kind of sick joke was this? This man was utterly insane!

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