Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 935 - 414: The Daluo Fruit Position Is Already Within My Grasp! (Part 2)

As Simu Jiuchen declared those words, the eyes of every Human Race prodigy grew frigidly cold, a bone-chilling aura surging around them.

Immediately, shadows resembling the Death God dispersed in every direction.

In the midst of the crowd, Buddha’s Son Jia Xun suddenly stiffened, staring in disbelief at his hands as though sensing something odd.

"The Golden Pool... is dead!!"

"Was it you?? Su Tu!! Was it you..."

Jia Xun muttered in a hushed tone, then clutched his head without control as memories flooded his mind swiftly, thoughts overwhelming him wildly.

Soon after, Jia Xun's face softened with deeper compassion, laced with a profound, unspoken depth, and he whispered gently: "So it is, Su Tu, we’ve known each other for such a long time already..."

Meanwhile.

Atop the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, a lion-headed alien with a human form quivered faintly, savage chains binding him tightly, while the Invincible Long Wang loomed before him.

Both dropped to their knees, riddled with wounds of all sizes; Long Wang suffered fewer, but a horrifying gash marred the area near his heart.

The dread pressure gradually lifted, allowing them to rise once more and clash again fiercely.

In a flash, the battlefield morphed into a brutal meat grinder without mercy.

Even as they sensed that aura's terror and detected impossibly mighty existences arriving, no time remained for contemplation.

For their duel teetered in deadlock, where the slightest distraction spelled doom.

"Shi Kuang, your Golden Lion Race remains as troublesome as ever!!"

Long Wang eyed the foe ahead and uttered solemnly.

The Golden Lion Race, ancient and mightiest among high-level civilizations, once battled the Holy Dragon Race for the supreme civilization throne, only to suffer defeat.

This loss didn't prove their weakness; their roots rivaled the Holy Dragon Race's solidity. Supremacy simply went to the Holy Dragons.

It stemmed purely from their leader's entrapment by gods; by his escape, the outcome stood firm, the throne locked unless a whole race perished, barring others forever.

Thus, enmity simmered between Golden Lion and Holy Dragon Races through ages, in overt clashes and covert schemes.

This savage-aura youth served as the current Holy Son of the Golden Lion Race, Long Wang's longstanding nemesis.

Though Shi Kuang never bested Long Wang, his genius shone through: each loss fueled growth, wounds healed into superior strength, body evolving relentlessly, power surging higher.

Today, Shi Kuang matched Long Wang's rhythm perfectly.

"Long Wang! I see your schemes—this realm is strange, forcing even us to kneel; gods or greater lurk here!"

"Yet it concerns you not, for today I settle our score right here!"

Shi Kuang's roar boomed wild and resonant.

"Settle?? You've never beaten me once in all these years?"

Long Wang sneered mockingly.

Shi Kuang's face stayed steady: "Nineteen defeats you've handed me, nineteen times, but never slain me—not from mercy, but inability."

"One victory over you suffices for me."

"This time, I claim it all from you!!"

With those words, Shi Kuang vanished in a blur, a colossal hundred-meter golden lion manifesting abruptly to charge ahead, golden radiance flooding space like myriad blades raining down.

Long Wang grinned ferociously in response, his body coiling into a massive near-thousand-meter Black Dragon that bellowed skyward, twisting into savage combat with the lion.

"Those I best kneel before me—that's fitting. This time, I'll smash this mangy cat flat, then hunt down Su Tu!"

"In this world, he's the sole one fit to challenge me!!"

Su Tu remained oblivious that all fixated on him now—or even aware, he lacked the spare focus.

When Golden Light touched the painting, it ballooned vastly in moments, solemn ancient characters emerging one after another, radiating sanctity.

Swiftly, the painting crumbled, fusing wholly into the Golden Light, melting midair to birth a sudden ’pond’.

Su Tu inexplicably plunged into its depths.

The Golden Light liquefied into the pond, pouring ceaselessly into Su Tu’s body for absorption.

An unfathomable agony assailed Su Tu relentlessly, dwarfing all prior pains by hundreds, thousands of times.

It felt like ripping bones from flesh, drenching muscles in molten gold, yanking out meridians to scorch in acid, draining blood from veins only to pump it back.

Despite Su Tu’s iron will and robust frame, endurance faltered under the torment.

His eyes turned bloodshot, appearing utterly deranged. Without his ironclad willpower, he dreaded that the relentless agony would have shattered his sanity completely.

Even amid this endless torment, Su Tu felt his body undergoing a miraculous shift—not in power, swiftness, or resilience, but in a far more profound manner.

To name it precisely, it felt... dimensional!

Exactly—a change at the dimensional level! Su Tu grasped that this presented a tremendous chance; surviving the ordeal would propel his physique to inconceivable peaks.

Yet should he fail to endure...

Death, utter destruction, collapsing lifelessly on the spot.

Such thoughts curved Su Tu's lips into a savage grin; when the prize loomed this grand, every trial, agony, struggle, and toil became mere scenery along the road to triumph!!

"In this place, time flows utterly unlike the outside world—no matter when you depart, merely a heartbeat will pass externally. For this pond’s Golden Light, devouring just one-third suffices for a heaven-shaking metamorphosis."

"You may flee this realm at will, should you lack the will..."

Donghuang uttered this with serene composure, yet before his sentence concluded, he dissolved into dispersing luminous shards, splintering away into nothingness.

These words ignited an even fiercer resolve in Su Tu’s gaze.

One-third?? Insufficient!! Vastly insufficient!! I crave it all!!

Su Tu harbored this fierce ambition, and as if divining his intent, the golden liquid across the whole pool churned more violently, the torment surged higher, while his body’s absorption quickened dramatically...

"Big brother, are you alright..."

Celestial Extremes’ frail voice echoed from the Black Spear’s depths. He’d believed his end had come moments ago, yet astonishingly, his big brother had compelled Donghuang to grant him a favor.

"So... sorry, I didn’t... intend... it."

Su Tu had grown somewhat inured to the pain by now; grinding his teeth, he forced out the words.

"I understand, big brother. Save your strength—don’t talk. Donghuang spared no effort; this is Immortal Liquid refined from his Origin essence blood and Dao’s incarnation flesh."

"Merely one-third lays the Daluo foundation, flesh turned immortal. Big brother, endure it! This is an unparalleled fortune!"

Celestial Extremes spoke with anxious urgency; Su Tu’s failure would doom his own hopes of liberation.

"One-third bestows Daluo’s foundation, but what if—what if I devour it entirely!"

Su Tu declared.

Shocked by this audacity, Celestial Extremes recollected that it stemmed from Donghuang’s Origin essence blood melded with Dao’s flesh—a mere drop capable of spawning chaos and godlike heroes among mortals.

One-third forges the body with Daluo’s foundation; absorbing every bit equates to fully claiming a Daluo’s vital essence blood, granting qualification for the fruit position itself.

"Devouring it all secures the Daluo Fruit Position right in your grasp!"