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Chapter 596 - 0376 Final Battle, Life and Death Forge the Domineering Body Path! (Requesting monthly tickets and subscriptions)

Chapter 596: 0376 Final Battle, Life and Death Forge the Domineering Body Path! (Requesting monthly tickets and subscriptions)

In front of the Star-Picking Tower.

Countless people gaze at the ranking announcement.

[First Place: The Ageless Imp · Zhang Shentong, 121 wins, 0 losses]

[Second Place: Gray Knight · Martin, 120 wins, 1 loss]

[Third Place: Star Eyes · Emperor Sha, 119 wins, 2 losses]

[Fourth Place: Dark Thunder · Worcester, 118 wins, 3 losses]

[Fifth Place: Cloud Sea Zen Master...]

[...]

[Sixty-ninth Place: Lu Chenzhou, 63 wins, 58 losses...]

"Zhang Shentong is incredible, I thought thirty consecutive wins was his limit, but turns out that’s just the baseline..."

"Isn’t this guy a Grandmaster Expert?"

"Facing two Zhang Shentongs with Dual-Mind is simply despairing."

"Gray Knight’s Nameless Battle Skill, it’s also magnificent, close to Divine Martial Arts, and it’s self-created."

"Creating one’s own Quasi-divine Skill Martial Arts, what kind of Immortal is this,"

"Turns out there really are people in this world who achieve greatness later in life."

"Emperor Sha, Worcester, Cloud Sea Zen Master... The top ten are too strong, overwhelmingly strong, one person can fight five normal End Realm masters."

"Lu Chenzhou joined the competition a week late and still made it to the 69th place, that’s quite impressive, I thought he’d at most hover around the 100th place."

"After the battle with Gray Knight, he’s also noticeably progressed, aside from him in the top hundred, either they possess Heaven-reaching Immortal Armor, or their Qi Blood surpasses 2000, nearing the limit as masters, all decked in Peak Kunlun Jade Robes... but in front of Lu Chenzhou’s endlessly flowing Spear Skill, without Heaven-reaching Immortal Armor, they’re unstable, only a fifty-fifty chance."

"He’s only 26 years old, the youngest in the top 100, apart from him, the youngest Worcester is already 30."

A month of reincarnation battles, it’s been a feast for everyone’s eyes.

Top hundred contestants, none easily bested, all top figures of their respective nations.

...

In the early hours.

Dragon Transformation Ancient Road, Zone 3, 160 times Gravity Zone.

On the Five Thunders Temple Square, Lu Chenzhou is battling a golden Thunder-Horned Flood Dragon.

Golden thunder that can instantly heavily wound or even kill an ordinary Initial Realm master falls upon him, making his muscles tremble and go numb uncontrollably.

Billions of cells continuously live and die between breaths, metabolizing at unimaginable speeds.

[Mountain Lord Inquiry Fist: Mastery (55%) → Mastery (56%)]

[Ghost Tiger Domineering Body...]

On the Martial Arts Tree, hints flash by one by one.

Training ends, golden Thunder Dragon dissipates, Heavenly Heart Five Thunder Pendant transforms into a beam of light, descending above Dragon-locking Well.

Jade Pendant spins leisurely, golden tadpole script on Dragon-locking Well’s walls and chains glow brightly.

"Ah ah ah... Damn Lu Chenzhou! I’ve got no Thunder Power left."

Little Inspiration King is pale and haggard, its fish skin wrinkled, suddenly aged by hundreds of years, feebly cursing.

The Thunder Demon Essence within its body transforms into golden fluid, absorbed by the Jade Pendant.

Lu Chenzhou flicks his hand, several golden, blood-fiery-scented elixir pills fall before Little Inspiration King.

"Eat up."

"I won’t cannibalize my kin!"

"What’s up, do you want to eat humans now?"

Prying open Little Inspiration King’s mouth, those blood and flesh elixir pills refined by the Fish Demon Clan are poured into its belly.

Instantly melted upon entry, refined in no time!

Little Inspiration King’s parched body restores to its original state, its demon essence begins to replenish.

"Lu Chenzhou! You won’t die well!"

Such curses, Lu Chenzhou ignores them all.

Today is the last day of the competition, he’s testing his current condition.

"Qi Blood Value surpasses a thousand, just 200 points away from End Realm."

"Mountain Lord Moon Worship Energy Level also broke through 1400 Ding, fiercer than River Flipping King’s Chaotic World Saber."

"Spiritual power exceeding 600 Prajna, spiritual cultivation nearing Middle Stage of the Third Realm."

"Today I finally battle Worcester, truly anticipating it."

In a single thought, Lu Chenzhou enters the Battle Realm.

...

The boundless azure skies, the sun and moon illuminate the gold and silver platform.

Today’s Life and Death Platform is a stage floating ten thousand feet high.

Outside the stage, there’s chaotic and irregular, spark-strewn void turbulence, within which terrifyingly powerful corpses are suspended.

The audience exclaims: "It’s really the most dangerous scene, the head of the ten absolute places [God and Demon Battlefield]."

God and Demon Battlefield, has been the deadliest scene since this year’s All Nations Martial Arts Competition.

People often refuse to admit defeat, getting beaten off the stage, ending up shredded by the void turbulence or their minds eroded by the Evil Qi of those powerful corpses.

These corpses, varied in form, many are Demon Venerable level beings, suspected relics of godly battles, sucked into the Battle Realm.

Though lifeless, the lingering aura subtly influences this stage, unless one’s will is strong, entering the stage means being weakened by three degrees.

Two burly figures descend from the sky, causing the stage to tremble mightily.

Worcester, clad in silver Scale Armor, the edges of his arm and leg armor flashing with sharp light.

This is his custom-made Intermediate Divine Weapon [Thunder Sword Armor], which allows both his legs and arms to morph into blades, attacking opponents.

This gear is completely on par with Lu Chenzhou’s Demon King Set.

After paying respects, Worcester confidently smiles: "Lu, I’ll give it my all."

"I’ve long wanted to experience the Dark Thunder flow." Lu Chenzhou stomps his right foot, surging forward, the big spear twists like a Poison Dragon, aiming right between Worcester’s brows.

Worcester’s figure sways back and forth, akin to a gracefully dancing butterfly, seemingly slow yet calmly dodging Lu Chenzhou’s strike, his right leg whips out, landing on the big spear, a dark red light flashes in the darkness, it’s a swirling Qi-Blood vortex, exploding like a supernova!

Boom! Lu Chenzhou’s palms tremble violently, blood gushes from both hands, the big spear almost flying from his grip.