The layer that appeared before him was surprisingly the ninth layer.

A young man with delicate features appeared on the battlefield the moment Su Tu entered.

They were on top of a high building.

In the viewing area, various prodigies appeared rapidly. They had long heard of Su Tu's performance in the competition, and each looked expectantly towards the center of the battlefield.

"Damn, this is the ruthless guy who slaughtered the Moon Giant!"

"Terrifying, a monster!"

"Why on earth is this kind of monster in our era?"

"Stop the noise, stop the noise. How many punches do you guys think Wang Yao can withstand?"

A prodigy raised this question, instantly causing a commotion among those present.

As everyone knew, Wang Yao was severely injured by the Three Moves of the Seven Divine Sons, while Su Tu killed the Moon Giant, putting his strength above the Divine Sons. Su Tu's victory was almost certain in everyone's mind.

The point was how long it would take to win.

"Three moves maybe?"

"Damn, no way. Why would he withstand three moves from Tu Shen?"

"I heard that recently, Wang Yao has been studying Su Tu's past battle videos several times over, maybe he figured something out and could withstand a few more?"

"That's slightly possible when you put it that way."

Listening to the discussion around, Wang Yao's expression turned somewhat grim.

As someone ranked ninth on the preliminary list, undeniably a prodigy, he was now being bet on for how long he could hold out before losing.

This is simply...

"I can take at least ten hits!!!" Wang Yao roared angrily!!

"That's ambitious!!"

"Good!! I bet you can withstand eleven punches!"

However, hearing such seemingly self-defeating words, the people around had no inclination to laugh.

For martial artists, being unable to win is just being unable to win; Su Tu killing the Moon Giant, such a feat, who could even manage that??

For martial artists, admitting defeat isn't shameful, at worst you just win again, but this fighting spirit can't be lost.

"Please teach me!"

Wang Yao cupped his fists towards Su Tu.

Su Tu also courteously returned the gesture: "Please teach me!"

With the virtual countdown ended.

Swish!!

Wang Yao's figure seemed to meld into the void, and the next moment, countless dark-bronze claws reached towards Su Tu from all directions from the void.

The attack was extraordinarily powerful, carrying a vicious air, leaving marks in space wherever it went.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Wang Yao's strength has increased quite a bit." Feng said from the sidelines, who had once battled Su Tu but, unsurprisingly, despite a long-lasting fight, ended up defeated.

His strength was much greater than Wang Yao on the field, yet for some reason, he no longer advanced upwards.

"Indeed, he has stepped into the Third Realm, achieving Minor Martial Intent."

"But not enough to watch."

"On the preliminary list, no one can stop him!"

Mu Wuyang slightly shook his head and said.

"You can't either?" Feng looked over.

Mu Wuyang rolled his eyes at Feng: "Don't talk nonsense.."

They both had endured till the end in front of the Moon Giant, only they clearly understood how terrifying the sense of oppression from that giant was.

Being able to merely repel that kind of monster was already as hard as reaching the heavens, whereas Su Tu had slain the Moon Giant.

Mu Wuyang said that the battle with Su Tu was just to fulfill a longstanding wish, with the outcome already clear in his mind.

While the two chatted.

Surroundings echoed with exclamations.

Their eyes refocused back on the stage.

"Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry." Su Tu spoke softly, as his hand grasped the blood-soaked Wang Yao.

Just now, when Wang Yao used that eerie method, Su Tu erupted with unimaginable strength, crushed the surrounding ghost hands, and then ignored the void storm concealing Wang Yao.

He forcibly pulled Wang Yao from the void, and Wang Yao hadn't even a chance to resist, as his head was instantly shattered by a terrifyingly immense power the moment Su Tu seized him.

The entire battle took merely three seconds, Su Tu didn't even use the True Intent of Martial Arts, yet defeated the ninth on the preliminary list.

Then, without any hesitation, he proceeded upward to continue the challenge.

Until the fourth layer, Su Tu hadn't used Martial Intent, merely using techniques to win the victories.

When facing Beimen Jietian, knowing the opponent wasn't someone ordinary methods could defeat, Su Tu summoned the Divine Shadow, and after thirty-odd moves of battling each other, Beimen Jietian was directly pulverized into mince with a single Heavenly Tyrant Fist from Su Tu.

At this moment, the prodigies in the viewing area had already lost the strength to exclaim.

In their eyes, there was only an indescribable admiration and respect.

The world respects the strong, especially so for the prodigies; Su Tu's strength was beyond their comprehension.

Such a huge gap was enough to swallow all emotions in the name of admiration!!

The prodigies were like stars, Su Tu was the blazing sun, eclipsing them completely; but one wonders, how would the true great sun be!!

Rumble!!

Boom!!!

The sunlight of the great sun dazzled across the sky, a brilliant Martial Shadow roared up high, as two powerful True Intents of Martial Arts clashed fiercely together.

Wherever the sunlight shone, space twisted, with black particles destroying everything in its path.

The golden Martial Intent continually swung its fists, where the fists went, an unstoppable domineering force pressed down on everything, even the sun particles were suppressed.

Except for Feng, any preliminary list prodigy on the field couldn't help but gasp.

Because they knew, any of them would be instantly annihilated by those two terrifying Martial Intents if they were on stage.

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