The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"Roar!"

On the platform, Tie Wushuang swung his massive black greatsword with violent force, slamming his opponent hard into the ground.

The terrifying and overwhelming pressure surged like a collapsing mountain, leaving no room to breathe.

"I surrender!"

The tall woman facing him spat out blood and gave up, completely defeated.

This brute of a man showed no mercy, not even to women. He treated every opponent the same, cutting them down without hesitation.

"Wow, looks like Tie Wushuang has gotten even stronger."

The green-robed girl gave a whistle of admiration, then glanced at Ling Feng with a teasing smile.

"Hey, Ling Blockhead, forget about Linghu Yudao. I bet you can't even beat Tie Wushuang."

Ling Feng rubbed the bridge of his nose and said nothing.

In the arena, Tie Wushuang cast a cold glance at his fallen opponent, then turned away with a faint shake of the head. His voice rang out with pride.

"My only opponent is Linghu Yudao."

Suddenly, flames of battle ignited in his eyes as he locked his gaze on the entrance of the arena.

At that moment, a slender young man stepped through the gates.

His peach blossom eyes, jade-like features, and faint aura of blood and steel made him look like a hero among men.

"That's Linghu Yudao, the Calamity God of War, the one-move legend. And he's so handsome too!"

The green-robed girl looked on with stars in her eyes. After all, Linghu Yudao had ruled the Hundred Battles Ranking unchallenged for years, how could any young woman not idolize him?

Ling Feng glanced at her without interest. He kept his eyes on Linghu Yudao, and the fighting spirit in his heart surged.

The moment Linghu Yudao appeared, Tie Wushuang roared like thunder.

"Linghu Yudao! Fight me now!"

His battle will burst forth like a blazing sun. His domineering aura burned like the midday sun, his surging vitality manifesting into countless shimmering dragons that coiled through the sky.

Linghu Yudao walked forward at a calm pace. He looked at Tie Wushuang and smiled faintly.

"You're still not worthy."

Tie Wushuang's face turned red with fury.

"Spare me the crap and fight!"

"I'm only here today because someone asked me to come."

Linghu Yudao's expression remained cold.

"I heard some brat who beat the Royal Sword Team wants to challenge me. I'm interested. I want to stomp him beneath my feet."

Ling Feng studied him closely and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

That near-arrogant confidence, that pride in his own unmatched power.

This was a true prodigy. His arrogance felt like a mirror. Wasn't Ling Feng also someone who feared nothing and no one?

That depth, that pressure, it was like the weight of a mountain, like the crashing of a raging sea!

Ling Feng's blood boiled. His will to fight burned.

To face someone like this would be fun.

Many of the young female soldiers in the stands were there just to cheer for Linghu Yudao. They waved flags and shouted his name with fanatic energy.

Linghu Yudao smiled faintly and refused Tie Wushuang's challenge again.

Tie Wushuang clenched his fists and growled.

"You really think that little brat can reach you? With me here, he won't even last a single punch!"

According to the Hundred Battles Arena's rules, a challenger had to fight opponents from weakest to strongest. To face Linghu Yudao, one had to first defeat the ninety-nine ranked beneath him.

Linghu Yudao glanced at Tie Wushuang with slight annoyance, then finally stepped into the ring.

"Since you insist... I'll give you the defeat you crave."

Swoosh!

In a flash, Linghu Yudao stood right in front of Tie Wushuang.

His movement art was like a drifting cloud, a sudden arc of light. It was impossible to track.

"That movement art... it's probably a king-tier movement art."

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed. His own Boundless Sword Steps, combined with high-tier movement arts he had fused together, barely qualified as king-tier.

Yet Linghu Yudao, still only at the Spiritual Element Realm, already had a true king-tier movement art.

He really was terrifying!

"It's called Illusory Moonlight."

The green-robed girl's eyes sparkled.

"A technique personally taught by the commander-in-chief. With it, you can fight even high-level king-tier experts and come out unharmed!"

To fight king-tier experts head-on and survive?

Ling Feng rubbed his nose. Without a doubt, Linghu Yudao was the strongest genius he had met so far.

"Draw your blade!"

Tie Wushuang stared at Linghu Yudao, his teeth clenched in fury.

"No rush."

Linghu Yudao stood tall. He held up one finger and waved it lazily in front of Tie Wushuang's face.

"You strike first. Otherwise, you won't even get the chance."

His tone was calm. His posture relaxed. Yet he radiated the pressure of a towering mountain.

Everyone in the arena watched with awe.

Tie Wushuang was one of the top fighters below Linghu Yudao, yet he wasn't even considered worthy of drawing out a blade.

"Arrogant!"

Tie Wushuang raised his sword and roared.

"Three years have passed. I'm not who I used to be!"

"Falling Sun Slash!"

With a low growl, Tie Wushuang's blood surged. He channeled the full fury of his power to their absolute limit, then charged forward with the mindless ferocity of a maddened bull.

From the very first move, he held nothing back.

A red glow surged skyward, forming a colossal blade over twenty zhang long. The blood-colored sword carried a crushing force, powerful enough to shatter the heavens and cut down the sun.

The strength behind it was approaching the realm of a sword king.

Linghu Yudao remained expressionless.

Only when the colossal blade neared him did he raise his hand. With a casual flick of his finger, he struck.

Clang!

The moment his finger moved, the sky itself seemed to shift!

The crowd felt their eardrums shatter from the shockwave. That blood-red sword, with all its terrifying power, cracked and shattered inch by inch.

"Urgh!"

Tie Wushuang flew backward. His face went pale, and his sword arm trembled uncontrollably.

"You lost."

Linghu Yudao calmly withdrew his hand. With a light leap, he returned to the spectator stands and sat alone in a quiet corner. A faint smile played on his lips as he looked down upon the arena like a god.

"Linghu Yudao!"

Tie Wushuang wiped the blood from his mouth and shouted.

"Just how much power are you hiding? No one has ever forced you to use a second move!"

His eyes burned with unwillingness. He had trained so hard for years, hoping to push Linghu Yudao beyond a single strike. Yet in that one fleeting exchange, he realized the truth: this man was a bottomless abyss.

No matter how much he improved, Linghu Yudao would always be just ahead!

It even felt like he had already broken through to the king-tier realm.

"A one-move legend. Truly incredible!"

Ling Feng quietly praised him. Even if he faced Tie Wushuang himself, he doubted he could win with such clean efficiency.

Linghu Yudao glanced across the crowd. His gaze dimmed, and he let out a faint sigh.

"The higher you climb, the colder it gets. Life really is as lonely as snow..."

A deep, lonely aura spread from his body, casting a quiet shadow over the entire arena.