In the bustling square, the atmosphere was electric, the scene ablaze with fervor.
On the arena, Wu Ding roared with a thunderous voice, reverberating through the air, his profound true essence erupting like a volcanic explosion, radiating a blinding light that dazzled the eyes.
Ye Tian, channeling the Nine Transformations Battle Body, emanated a golden glow; even his skin took on a resplendent golden hue, exuding a formidable aura.
The intensity of their battle was extraordinary, a tremendous force striving to pierce the heavens, and the arena where they fought lay in ruins, devastated by their overwhelming might.
The spectators were left in awe!
Wu Ding's expression darkened with each passing moment as he unleashed a guttural roar, his true essence surging forth without reservation. It resembled a boiling ocean, crashing towards Ye Tian, its fiery brilliance rendering the sun in the sky pale by comparison.
This was the robust true essence of a second-level Martial Spirit, akin to a ferocious torrent, sweeping across the arena with relentless force, causing the earth to tremble violently.
Ye Tian's gaze sharpened as he pushed the Nine Transformations Battle Body to its limits, his entire form transformed into a radiant gold, emanating an aura of terrifying vitality. The two continued to clash fiercely, their combat reaching a fever pitch, threatening to obliterate the colossal arena.
The onlookers were transfixed, fearing they might miss a single thrilling moment, each one holding their breath, fixated on the fierce duel unfolding before them.
Suddenly, Wu Ding let out a mighty roar, the piercing sound waves crashing like tumultuous waves, sweeping through the air with a ferocious gale.
The crowd gasped in astonishment as a massive cauldron, the size of three men, materialized above Wu Ding's head. This magnificent cauldron, radiating a brilliant light, was entirely formed from true essence, adorned with ancient runes that shimmered ominously.
Wu Ding raised the colossal cauldron and hurled it forcefully towards Ye Tian, the overwhelming pressure leaving Ye Tian breathless.
The aura of this gigantic cauldron was staggering; even with Ye Tian's strength, he felt as though he were being restrained, the immense pressure making movement a daunting challenge.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion rang out as Ye Tian suffered a devastating blow, sent sprawling backwards. Blood erupted from his mouth as he crashed to the ground, the very surface of the arena fracturing beneath him, cracks radiating outward.
Gasp!
The crowd erupted in astonished gasps, all taken aback by the immense power of the cauldron.
"This is the Wu family's ultimate technique—Nine Cauldrons Shaking the Heavens. It is rumored to be a top-tier martial art of the mysterious rank; when mastered to perfection, it can conjure nine colossal cauldrons, unleashing earth-shattering power," someone in the crowd, possessing great insight, recognized the technique.
Many were moved by this revelation, and several felt a sense of regret for Ye Tian. In terms of physical prowess and true essence, he was undoubtedly Wu Ding's equal; however, the profound heritage of the Wu family, bolstered by a top-tier martial skill, proved overwhelming.
"Nine Cauldrons Shaking the Heavens?"
Upon hearing the astonishment from the crowd beside the arena, Ye Tian's expression darkened slightly. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood once more.
This time, he lowered the large iron box on his back.
Boom!
With a resounding thud, Ye Tian felt an indescribable lightness throughout his body. His true essence surged within, repairing his previously injured physique, while a fierce golden light began to emanate from his skin.
The surrounding crowd was astounded; Ye Tian's physical prowess was indeed extraordinary. Despite the brutal impact of the cauldron, he managed to retain his peak combat effectiveness.
Wu Ding's pupils narrowed; his face darkened as he coldly regarded Ye Tian. "I concede that you are formidable, but that is limited to your physical strength. A true Martial Spirit possesses more than just a powerful body. Now, I shall see how much longer you can endure."
His expression grave, he no longer underestimated Ye Tian, raising the resplendent cauldron and charging forward. With each step, the ground trembled, and the surface of the arena cracked underfoot.
Ye Tian's face tightened, his eyes filled with gravity as he unleashed all of his true essence; the seven blood pills and 720 acupoints glimmered with blinding light.
The two collided fiercely once more, their battle as intense as before, yet the outcome was grim for Ye Tian. He was repeatedly sent flying, unable to withstand Wu Ding's onslaught.
The onlookers surrounding the arena shook their heads, believing Ye Tian had already lost. Though his physique was impressive, it was clear he was no match for Wu Ding.
In the stands, Liu Hongwu clenched her fists, a look of confusion on her face. "Why isn't he using his sword intent?"
"I don't know! He still relies on his physical strength, not even employing his most adept sword techniques. This seems rather peculiar," Xue Yuhai replied, equally perplexed.
In truth, those familiar with Ye Tian, including the Thirteenth Prince and Lin Fei, wore expressions of bewilderment and confusion.
Initially, the battle appeared to be a contest of physical strength against Wu Ding, but it was evident that Wu Ding had now abandoned that approach in favor of martial techniques.
Nevertheless, Ye Tian persisted, relying solely on his formidable physique to withstand Wu Ding's relentless pressure, which seemed decidedly unwise.
Despite being sent flying time and again, Ye Tian would rise and charge at Wu Ding anew.
"How strange..."
Some black-robed elders from the Divine Star Sect furrowed their brows, clearly deeming Ye Tian's approach unwise.
Only the silver-robed Grand Elder, Zang Lao, discerned the underlying strategy. He narrowed his eyes, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "This young man is utilizing the pressure exerted by that Wu family brat to hone his own physique, thereby enhancing the Nine Transformations Battle Body."
"Is that even possible?" the King of Nanlin exclaimed in astonishment.
"Ordinary individuals certainly cannot!" Zang Lao replied, his gaze sharp. "This young man is exceptional. Despite the lengthy battle, his true essence has not diminished; rather, it is increasing at a terrifying pace. Moreover, have you noticed? He seems to be growing more vigorous with each clash."
"Indeed!" the King of Nanlin remarked, turning his gaze back to the arena in surprise.
On the stage, Ye Tian was enduring the onslaught from Wu Ding for increasingly extended periods, even managing to shake the colossal cauldron on occasion, causing Wu Ding's expression to shift dramatically.
Ye Tian's skin gleamed with a golden hue, exuding a metallic luster, his piercing gaze radiating an unmistakable brilliance.
"It should be time to begin!" Suddenly, Ye Tian's eyes sharpened, a surge of potent true essence erupting from within him, his energy soaring like a beacon of smoke.
"How is this possible!" Wu Ding exclaimed in shock upon witnessing Ye Tian's unwavering strength.
They had been battling for nearly half a day, and even Wu Ding had significantly depleted his true essence; yet Ye Tian remained undaunted, the aura he now exuded even more formidable than before.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, Ye Tian let out a mighty roar that reverberated through the heavens and shook the earth, as a brilliant radiance began to emanate from his entire being.
"The remaining two hundred acupoints shall explode as well..." Ye Tian growled, and the last two hundred false acupoints within him detonated simultaneously, releasing an overwhelming torrent of true essence that filled his entire dantian.
In fact, not long ago, Ye Tian had already detonated several false acupoints; otherwise, his true essence would have been completely depleted, leaving him powerless to withstand Wu Ding's assault!
After the detonation of the false acupoints, Ye Tian was infused with immense true essence, which he utilized to both battle and cultivate the Nine Transformations Battle Body.
During the fierce combat, Ye Tian's physical form underwent significant refinement, accelerating his absorption of true essence and propelling his progress in the Nine Transformations Battle Body.
At this moment, Ye Tian's Nine Transformations Battle Body had reached the pinnacle of mastery, just a step away from achieving the state of perfection.
With the simultaneous detonation of the remaining two hundred false acupoints, he harnessed this colossal power, finally breaking through to the state of perfection in his Nine Transformations Battle Body.
In an instant, Ye Tian's body radiated a blinding golden light, resembling a golden sun, its brilliance so dazzling that it rendered the sun in the sky pale in comparison.
Simultaneously, Ye Tian threw his head back and roared, gathering the last remnants of true essence within him to begin condensing the eighth blood pill.
"What an overwhelming aura..." In the stands, King Nanlin could not help but rise to his feet, his face a mask of astonishment.
Others gasped in disbelief, as Ye Tian now resembled a golden war god, his presence unmatched.
"He has cultivated the Nine Transformations Battle Body to the state of perfection; his physical strength now rivals that of a Martial Spirit! He is on the verge of breaking through to the Martial Spirit realm!" Zang Lao remarked, visibly moved and filled with admiration.
"What! He has truly cultivated the Nine Transformations Battle Body to the state of perfection?" King Nanlin exclaimed in shock.
Though this was merely the first layer of the Nine Transformations Battle Body, it had been ages since anyone in the Great Yan Kingdom, or even throughout the eighteen nations of the North Sea, had achieved such mastery.
"Ah... You dare to attempt a breakthrough to Martial Spirit before my very eyes? You are courting death! I shall crush you!" On the arena, Wu Ding seethed with rage, raising the colossal cauldron and bellowing as he charged at Ye Tian.
Boom!
A deafening roar echoed through the air.
Ye Tian's eyes gleamed like lightning as he shot forward, meeting Wu Ding's colossal cauldron with a single punch, successfully blocking the oncoming assault.
The immense energy surged forth like ripples across a lake, rapidly spreading outward.
The entire arena trembled.
The ground beneath Ye Tian and Wu Ding cracked, fissures radiating in all directions.
"Hmm?" Wu Ding's pupils constricted in disbelief as he realized that his colossal cauldron had been completely halted by Ye Tian.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ye Tian's expression remained calm as he unleashed a barrage of powerful punches, his formidable physical strength erupting in full force, relentlessly striking against Wu Ding's cauldron.
Finally, after hundreds of punches, cracks began to appear on the surface of the colossal cauldron, which then shattered instantaneously.
"How is this possible?" Wu Ding's face was a mask of horror; his most powerful martial technique had been obliterated by Ye Tian's sheer physical might, leaving him deeply shaken.
"The ninth one!"
At this moment, Ye Tian's eyes sparkled with intensity as he let out a low roar, having successfully condensed the eighth blood pill and now striving to forge the ninth.
Boom!
With the completion of the eighth blood pill, an even more powerful aura erupted from Ye Tian, the terrifying blood energy surging forth like boiling magma, eager to ascend to the heavens.