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The battle was about to erupt, like thunder igniting the earth's fire. There were no flashy techniques, just a pure clash of strength, with every punch landing hard and every strike drawing blood. Both combatants were bare-chested, facing each other in a raw and brutal exchange of blows.
Neither of them possessed the ability to fly, yet they relied solely on their immense power to clash in mid-air. Strength determined speed, and speed amplified strength; the interaction between extreme velocity and colossal force triggered a qualitative change.
It was so fast that it was beyond the naked eye's observation; only during their collisions could one vaguely capture fleeting images. The tremendous force generated sonic booms, whipping up fierce winds. The sturdy arena had long been reduced to ruins, with sand and stones flying everywhere, and dark winds swirling in the sky, obscuring the view for both participants and spectators alike.
Affected by their overwhelming power, the audience struggled to keep their eyes open against the sandstorm, instinctively shielding their faces with their hands. The referee had already fled far away to seek refuge. After finally escaping the combat zone, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken as he watched the disaster-like scene unfold inside.
"Is this really the commotion caused by these two individuals?!" Venomous Crocodile exclaimed in shock, staring at the swirling black winds with fear in his heart.
"Have we... been fighting such monsters all along?!" White Jiao Dragon, just regaining consciousness, also stared wide-eyed in terror. A bitter smile crept into his heart as he realized just how vast the gap between them was... How foolish he had been to think he could defeat such an opponent...
"This is no longer the power of our generation; it might even rival that of our forebears..." Feather Crane sighed and shook his head while wearing a scholar's robe.
The battle raged on chaotically, blotting out the sky and sun. The combat zone extended for miles beyond the arena, which could hold tens of thousands of spectators but had now turned to dust. Those who had fled hundreds of miles away could hardly describe their feelings; even Underworld River's artifacts were disrupted and unable to display images of the fight, yet this did not hinder their ability to watch.
The Eight Great Guardians were no longer calm. The relatively weaker Dream Wolf swallowed hard and said in astonishment, "This kind of power is enough to threaten me. If Ming Shang can resist my Illusion, I fear I won't be able to defeat him..." Though reluctant to admit it, Dream Wolf struggled to acknowledge his own shortcomings. It seemed that his era was coming to an end; the outstanding successors were catching up.
Yin Hu's old rival Cloud Lion spoke seriously to him: "I must say, you’ve kept your big cat well hidden. Little Tiger’s strength surpasses that of my successor by a significant margin; even if I wanted to defeat him, it would come at a considerable cost."
Yin Hu was equally shocked. He had always believed he understood his son well, but this astonishing scene left him speechless. He never imagined that the child he had watched grow up possessed such terrifying power. Given more time for growth, it would only be a matter of time before he surpassed his father.
Yin Hu's astonishment did not go unnoticed by Cloud Lion, who thought to himself, "So he didn't know either..."
Not only were these eight demon world leaders shocked; even Underworld River had not anticipated this outcome. He knew Ye Mingshang was strong and would not be weaker in the future given time. As for Little Tiger, the shock he caused exceeded all expectations—just a day after being defeated by Ye Mingshang, he sought entry into Ancestral Land.
In the Ancestral Land, there exists the legacy of powerful ancestors from the demon clan, but obtaining it is extremely difficult. Although there is not much danger, with Little Tiger's talent, he would surely have some opportunities, but he never expected it to be this significant!
They did not know, but Little Tiger truly understood what he had sacrificed. In the Ancestral Land, he encountered the spirit of an ancient demon king. When asked about his beliefs, he made a decision that even moved the spirit of the demon king...
He pierced the demon king's horn into his own chest to gain the demon king's power. The success rate of this method is very low, possibly less than one in a million, and failure naturally means death. However, he succeeded and obtained the power he craved, but at a great cost—contract and constraint. He borrowed the demon king's power, but there was a condition: upon death, his soul would scatter and he would no longer have the chance for reincarnation. His lifespan would also not be as long as Yin Hu's; he might even die before Yin Hu.
Gaining power requires a price, and his life was that price.
Initially, he planned to challenge Ye Mingshang again after gaining power, but upon hearing news of battles among the younger generation, he decided to reserve this opportunity for the competition and defeat his rival under everyone's gaze.
However, after witnessing the battle between Ye Mingshang and Sea Crawler Dragon, his resolve wavered. He was uncertain if his strength was enough to overcome such natural power. Yet, when he stood on the stage, he suddenly realized that winning or losing was not important; he did not want to live forever in someone else's shadow. He wanted to step out and be his true self!
The black wind howled, yellow sand swirled, and the sound of sonic booms echoed endlessly. The aftermath of the battle had already shattered several Mountain Peaks; the forest had become a plain. This terror was already the power of a Celestial Being!
Until sunset and moonrise, countless stars twinkled in the sky as if they were blinking at the two below. Tonight's moon was unusually round—big and bright.
From below, two figures emerged in the black wind; it looked as if they were fighting in the moonlight, filled with divinity.
With a loud crash, the black wind ceased, yellow sand settled, rubble rolled away, and the battle stopped.
The two men stood ten meters apart, both appearing calm and composed; it was unclear who had won or lost.
The artifact of Underworld River connected immediately, though the image still flickered. Everyone held their breath, focusing intently on the two figures in the image, not daring to blink for fear of missing something.
Amidst the rubble and ruins, Ye Mingshang turned away without looking back. His gaze was calm as he spoke indifferently: "Is it worth it to sacrifice so much for temporary power?"
Little Tiger had a similar expression and tone, "I only want absolute power. For the sake of power, I can give everything, including my life. Unfortunately... I am still not your opponent." Although calm, there was a hint of bitterness and unwillingness.
"You and I are different. You possess a long lifespan. It wouldn't be difficult to surpass your father with just a bit of time. By then, I would merely be a pile of dust, and wouldn't the power still lie with you?"
"A long lifespan? Heh..." Little Tiger laughed, somewhat mockingly. "Some people are willing to let their lives burn slowly like a candle, while I just want to be like fireworks—brief but dazzling. I do not seek to live as long as the heavens; I only wish for a glorious life!"
"Glorious, huh..." Ye Mingshang raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky and slowly spoke, "If it cannot be eternal, what use is so-called glory? Only eternity is the true essence..."
"People will always pursue what they cannot obtain. You possess power but have a short life, so you yearn for eternity. I was born with a long lifespan, but the growth of my power is too slow, far behind yours. If possible, I would gladly trade my long life for strength equal to yours."
Ye Mingshang chuckled lightly, "Isn't that like saying someone else's wife is the best?"
Little Tiger also laughed heartily, "Hahaha, exactly!"
Suddenly, Ye Mingshang's tone became melancholic and lost: "Actually, if I could choose, I would rather be an ordinary person—busy and muddling through life. Not knowing too much would prevent all that pain."
"Are you being disingenuous when you say that? Hahaha!"
"Heh~ maybe..." Ye Mingshang let out a bitter smile and walked away alone.
Little Tiger never turned back. Listening to the footsteps gradually fade away, his eyelids began to droop slightly, and his once straight posture started to sway. Eventually, he tilted and fell down. "As expected... I still can't catch up to you..."
Without waiting for the medical team to arrive, Yin Hu rushed over from afar and carried Little Tiger away. The crowd of Onlookers, after being stunned for a moment, finally realized that the match had ended and both sides had already left.
"Uh... it seems like Young Master won, right?" It was only when the first person spoke that the still scene began to stir.
"That's right, it's Young Master who won! He left on his own, while Thunder Tiger was carried away by Lord Yinhu after fainting."
"What a terrifying battle, and it ended like this..."
"Young Master is indeed powerful. With Young Master leading, the future of the demon race will surely be even more glorious!" As one person shouted enthusiastically, the atmosphere immediately spread.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
"Young Master! Young Master!"
"Young Master! Young Master!"
...
The fervent cheers echoed through the sky, igniting the quiet night. Indeed, history is written by the victors; in just a moment, the equally powerful Thunder Tiger was forgotten, his figure overshadowed by this incredibly radiant man. This must be the sorrow of being second in the world...
Time passed slowly. After exchanging words with Underworld River and making him so angry that his beard flew up, Ye Mingshang welcomed a leisurely period. Every day, he did nothing but ride flying creatures to explore everywhere.
He was no longer an unknown figure; his fame now far surpassed that of his childhood. No one in the entire demon race would say they didn't know him. Whenever he traveled through the upper and middle regions, he would always attract a crowd of admiring gazes. His reputation had even spread to the outside world, and he himself was unaware of how renowned he had become.
(To be continued.)
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