I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 399 - 326: Ferocity of the Daoist Soldier

"Begin!"

As the Black Armor Commander’s voice fell, a faint golden light curtain appeared at the entrance of the thirty-third layer of the Void Realm, indicating that the first contestant could enter.

The Blood Robe Cultivator, ranked number one, responded and stepped forward. He was tall and slender, with a face slightly glowing with a blood light, holding a blood saber about a foot long emitting an eerie red glow. The blood evil qi condensed on the blade made the surrounding air chill.

With a Late-Stage Divinity Transformation Cultivation, he walked towards the Small Realm with steady steps and eyes full of confidence.

"It’s Venerable Blooddrop, the direct disciple of the Refining Void Great Power, Blood Yin Mountain Master."

Many veteran Venerable of Divinity Transformation outside the area already recognized this person.

As soon as he stepped into the boundaries of the Small Realm, the Blood Robe Cultivator’s figure suddenly transformed into a blood mist, merging directly into the void of the realm.

"What a fast integration speed!"

Cultivators at the scene couldn’t help but exclaim, and Chen Sheng also raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes locked on the void.

Although this integration technique wasn’t as exquisite as Chen Xihua’s Void Dao Principle, it excelled in its bizarreness, carrying a sense of blood evil qi erosion.

The next moment, the void suddenly echoed with the dense sound of saber whistles.

Thirty-six blood shadows identical to the Blood Robe Cultivator emerged from the void, each holding a blood saber, their figures fluctuating between reality and illusion, spreading out in a circular array around the cross-legged Red-Robed Daoist Soldier.

"Kill!"

A low shout echoed from all directions in the void, and the thirty-six blood shadows slashed simultaneously, with the crimson saber light drawing elegant yet fierce arcs in the air.

The arcs intertwined and entangled, instantly forming a thirty-meter-diameter blood saber cage, trapping the Red-Robed Daoist Soldier securely in the center.

The surface of the saber cage flowed with blood light, countless tiny blood blades shuttling across the cage walls, emanating a terrifying aura.

"My heavens! Is this the ’Thirty-Six Void Blood Blade Cage’?"

"Venerable Blooddrop is going all out from the start!"

The surrounding cultivators nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on the center of the Small Realm, holding their breath.

Chen Sheng’s heart stirred. He often dueled with Chen Xihua and was extremely sensitive to void-related Dao Principles, instantly seeing through the essence of the move:

"High Grade Void Realm Dao Principle, already reached Second Realm Perfection. These thirty-six blood shadows, appearing numerous, are actually clones condensed by the power of the Void Realm, each possessing thirty percent of the original body’s combat strength."

"If it breaks through to the Third Realm, these clones could condense into twelve shadows with seventy percent combat strength, almost indistinguishable from reality."

He assessed silently, realizing that this Blood Robe Cultivator’s strength was indeed remarkable among the Late-Stage Divinity Transformation Powerhouses.

However, the anticipated explosive scene did not occur.

As the blood saber cage shrank to its limit, with numerous blood blades frantically slicing through the surrounding space of the Red-Robed Daoist Soldier, a faint golden aura suddenly emanated from the Daoist Soldier’s body.

The aura seemed weak but acted like an impenetrable barrier, blocking all the blood blades, which only made a tinkling sound against it without leaving a single crack.

Moments later, the light of the saber cage gradually dimmed, eventually dissolving into a mist of blood and dissipating, with the Red-Robed Daoist Soldier still sitting cross-legged, unharmed, not even a hair out of place.

"What!"

"This is impossible!"

The surrounding cultivators collectively exclaimed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Venerable Blooddrop’s figure emerged from the void, his face changing drastically, eyes filled with shock — this "Thirty-Six Void Blood Blade Cage" was his trump card, which had killed Divinity Transformation Perfection Cultivators before, and now it couldn’t even breach the defense of a Daoist Soldier!

At this moment, the Red-Robed Daoist Soldier slowly opened its eyes.

Its eyes weren’t human pupils but two clusters of flickering golden runes, and as its gaze swept over the Blood Robe Cultivator, its figure suddenly moved.

Without any superfluous moves, it simply raised its right palm, which gathered a faint golden light in its palm, and struck toward the Blood Robe Cultivator fiercely.

This palm seemed slow, yet it sealed all escape space for the Blood Robe Cultivator, and the void slightly caved under the force of this palm.

The Blood Robe Cultivator’s face changed drastically, hastily swinging his saber to block.

With a loud "bang," the blood saber was bent and deformed, and the enormous force transmitted through the blade struck him heavily, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string until he collided with the rune barrier of the Small Realm.

Clutching his chest, he forcibly swallowed the blood rushing to his throat, shock filling his eyes:

"Pure physical force, without any Dao Principle fluctuations, yet so formidable!"

At this moment, the Blood Robe Cultivator completely abandoned the notion of defeating the Daoist Soldier, with only one thought left in his mind — to stall for time.

Taking a deep breath, he once again merged into the void, with thirty-six blood shadows appearing once more, but this time, instead of attacking, they dispersed and fled, resembling thirty-six streams of blood light shuttling around the Small Realm, attempting to evade and waste time with the Daoist Soldier.

But the Daoist Soldier’s speed far exceeded his imagination.

The Red-Robed Daoist Soldier flickered, transforming into a red afterimage, moving at an extreme speed and leaving a trail of phantoms.

With each gentle swipe of its palm, every movement precisely struck a blood shadow, instantly dispersing it with golden palm force.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

...

In just a breath’s time, the thirty-six blood shadows were successively shattered by the Daoist Soldier, the Blood Robe Cultivator’s original form forced to reveal in the void, blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"My heavens! This speed is insane!"

"Defense, attack, speed—all maxed out. There’s no way to battle this Daoist Soldier!"

The voices of cultivators on the sidelines were filled with terror, many looking pale—if even late-stage Divinity Transformation powerhouses ended up like this, they feared that ordinary cultivators like them wouldn’t last a single round.

The Blood Robe Cultivator, seeing the Daoist Soldier approaching step by step, felt alarm bells going off in his heart. He knew very well that if he continued to hold out, at best he’d be wounded, at worst he’d fall.

In previous tournaments, many cultivators fell due to greed and recklessness. It was wise to surrender timely.

"I surrender!"

He made a quick decision and shouted loud, retreating from the small realm as he spoke.

As soon as the words were out, the Red Robe Daoist Soldier halted, sat back cross-legged, closed his eyes, and resumed his previous calm state.

The Black Armor Commander stepped forward and loudly announced:

"Contestant number one, lasted one incense stick of time. Record noted. Contestant number two, enter!"

The cultivators on the sidelines hadn’t recovered from the earlier shock, their gazes fixed on the Daoist Soldier within the small realm, eyes filled with apprehension. Even the usually confident cultivators now showed signs of unease.

Chen Sheng pondered—this combat prowess of the Daoist Soldier was several degrees stronger than he had anticipated.

The image of the thirty-third level Blood Robe Cultivator’s embarrassed retreat had not completely faded when sudden changes swept through the examination light screens of Jiuli Tower’s ninety-nine levels.

The ninety-nine light screens hanging in the observation platform jumped simultaneously, each corresponding to the battle of a level, and at this moment almost all screens displayed the same tone—swift and brutal defeats.

In the eleventh level’s light screen, a Sword Cultivator in a green robe had just stepped into the small realm and immediately released his flying sword. The sword light swelled into tens of thousands of sword threads, forming an impenetrable sword net over the Daoist Soldier.

But the Red Robe Daoist Soldier merely raised a finger, and a golden finger beam pierced through the sword net. The flying sword shattered on the spot, the Sword Cultivator himself was shaken by the aftermath causing his Dharma Body to crack. He spewed blood wildly and cried out "I surrender," all within the span of three breaths.

The most brutal was the seventy-seventh level.

The number one cultivator of that level was a Venerable specializing in High Grade Meteor Thunder Dao Principle, at late-stage Divinity Transformation.

Upon making a move, he invoked thunder within the small realm, with purple lightning coiling around his body like dragons, trapping the Daoist Soldier in a thunder vortex with a single "Thunder Prison Descent."

However, the Daoist Soldier erupted in golden light, and the thunder dissolved upon contact. Following that, a palm wind shot through the air, and the Thunder Cultivator was unable to even activate his Defensive Magical Treasure before his Dharma Body exploded into a mist of blood.

Fortunately, his reaction was swift, as his Primordial Spirit enveloped a sliver of Lifebound Spiritual Light and fled from the blood mist, surrendering in disarray, crashing into the small realm’s screen to preserve his life.

The observation platform fell into a deathly silence, only to erupt moments later in deafening astonishments.

The Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the front rows turned pale, many subconsciously clenching their sleeves, their voices trembling as they looked at the scenes of late-stage Divinity Transformation Venerables on the light screens:

"That’s late-stage Divinity Transformation! It couldn’t withstand even a casual strike from the Daoist Soldier?"

The veteran Venerable of Divinity Transformation at the rear gathered, discussing in low voices with heavy tones.

An elder in a gray robe stroked his beard, deeply furrowed brows:

"This Daoist Soldier’s combat ability is simply ridiculous!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"That ’Thunder Prison Descent’ by the Thunder Cultivator just now, even I would need some effort if I encountered it. Didn’t expect it to be so useless against the Daoist Soldier."

The cultivator holding a Jade Fan beside him shook his head, correcting:

"Did you not pay close attention to the rules? The rules state that if defeated, the score is determined by the duration of resistance."

"Even if all contestants are unable to defeat the Daoist Soldier, the top thousand can still be chosen based on their persistence duration."

"That may be so, but looking at the current situation, there are very few who can hold on for even one incense stick of time!"

The gray-robed elder sighed, his gaze sweeping over the continuously refreshing records of failure on the light screens:

"It seems our Jiuli Mansion’s younger generation is indeed too lacking."

The surrounding Venerable of Divinity Transformation all nodded in agreement.

...

In the Observatory Hall at the peak of Jiuli Tower, the discussions of the Refining Void Great Powers were even more profound.

With a Spirit Fruit pinched between his fingers but yet to be eaten, Fire Cloud Ascendant stared at the golden glow of the Daoist Soldier in the light screen and said in a deep voice:

"The foundation of this Daoist Soldier is the top-tier Mixed Cave Dao Principle, Third Realm Perfection."

"The Mixed Cave Dao Principle excels in devouring and suppressing, and combined with this Vajra Indestructible Body, there are hardly any weaknesses in both offense and defense."

The Blue Robe Great Power across from him concurred, slightly pausing with the teacup in hand:

"What’s scarier is that the Daoist Soldier knows no fatigue or pain and isn’t affected by emotions. Cultivators can search for flaws in battle, but against this Daoist Soldier, they can only meet it head-on."

He paused, looking at Mansion Master Bai in the main seat, his tone inquisitive:

"Mansion Master Bai, judging by the strength of our Jiuli Mansion’s young generation, there might not be more than five who could defeat this Daoist Soldier?"

While Mansion Master Bai was still pondering, a sudden change occurred on one of the layers in the light screen.

The crowd looked over to the forty-ninth level’s light screen.

A cultivator in a Purple Robe was evading the Daoist Soldier’s attacks using the Space Dao Principle. Though precarious, he managed to hold on for two incense sticks of time.

The eyes of the Great Powers in the Observatory Hall flashed with a hint of gleam, and Fire Cloud Ascendant chuckled softly: "Looks like there’s still some promising seedlings."