Summoning Players into My Game Chapter 748 - 381: The Terrifying Canglan Star (Part 2)
Previously on Summoning Players into My Game...
Surprisingly, his standard strikes failed to injure the Blood Coagulation Realm gray-clothed disciple in the slightest. In contrast, that Blood Coagulation Realm gray-clothed disciple managed to inflict damage on him. After hundreds of clashes in fierce combat, he fell to the buildup of wounds when the Blood Coagulation Realm disciple exploited a brief opening. Only later did he realize the gray-clothed disciple wielded an Ultimate Technique Level Martial Technique, yet refrained from deploying it at any point. The chasm between their strengths stood out starkly.
"Is the Blood Coagulation Realm from Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall truly this formidable?" Disbelief still flickered in the eyes of the Crystal Race middle-aged giant, convinced that City Lord Hank was exaggerating the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall's might. With growing curiosity, he remarked, "I wonder if I could spar in a simulated battle with that disciple? I've honed my skills in the shelter, but no opponent remains to satisfy my battle lust fully."
"That disciple is likely occupied. Rumors say they're advancing to the Heavenly Human Realm, so a simulated battle may not be possible now." Hank shook his head, gesturing toward the silver-gray clad players strolling the street, and added, "But Rock Python, seek out a high-tier Blood Coagulation Realm gray-clothed disciple for your simulated battle—the results should prove comparable."
Rock Python, as Rock Crystal Shelter's City Lord, harbored an innate thirst for combat. However, perched at the shelter's pinnacle, suitable sparring foes were scarce. Training against fellow City Lords was out of the question, as they all stood vigilant over their domains against alien incursions, rendering inter-City Lord spars exceedingly rare.
Hank welcomed Rock Python's eagerness to test himself and had no qualms about letting him taste the dread power of a Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall gray-clothed disciple. Without such a firsthand lesson, his explanations would fall on deaf ears for Rock Python and the rest.
"Any high-tier Blood Coagulation Realm?" Rock Python shot a startled glance at the street's players, certain Hank was pulling his leg.
Along the spaceport street, at least five or six high-tier Blood Coagulation Realm gray-clothed disciples stood in plain view, and his senses picked up likely hundreds more of these high-tier Blood Coagulation Realm gray-clothed disciples nearby.
Should any within his detection range hold their own against him, it would signal hundreds of Realm of All Things Great Grandmaster powerhouses in that very zone.
And what did hundreds of Realm of All Things Great Grandmasters represent?
It surpassed the combined forces of every shelter, even the Restricted Area's Holy Hall. Amassing over a hundred would already be a monumental feat.
The assembled Shelter City Lords creased their brows faintly at these words, suspecting Hank toyed with Rock Python. Hundreds of Realm of All Things Great Grandmasters could eradicate them all effortlessly—and this spanned only a fraction of Red Moon City, less than half its full extent.
Suddenly, a torrent of energy slammed into Red Moon City, bearing down on the Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters there, leaving them ill at ease.
"What's this? A breakthrough?" Rock Python felt the energy ripple outward abruptly—a classic sign of realm ascension—and instinctively zeroed in on its origin, eager to uncover who triggered such a massive stir.
The shelter representatives on hand couldn't resist peering that way too, their intrigue rivaling Rock Python's.
The energy stemmed from far below ground, surging upward swiftly. Before long, a silhouette burst from a gaping crater in Red Moon City, dumbfounding the Shelter City Lords.
"Tang Yilong?"
That soaring figure emerging from the crater was none other than Sky Dome Shelter's City Lord, Tang Yilong, instantly identified by his fellow City Lords.
"You've all arrived as well?" Tang Yilong, brimming with vibrant energy, spotted Rock Python and company, his tone buoyant as he said, "Give me a moment, though—I need to express my gratitude to Hall Master Lin first, then we can talk."
With those words, Tang Yilong flashed as a ray of light, landing gracefully at Red Moon City's Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall entrance before striding inside with utmost reverence.
"Brother Hank, what in the world? Did Tang Yilong just break through?" Rock Python stared slack-jawed at the receding Tang Yilong, blurting out his question.
Though he hadn’t approached closely enough to sense it firsthand, he felt certain that Tang Yilong’s energy had ascended to a realm far beyond theirs. As the City Lord of Sky Dome Shelter and a longtime Great Grandmaster like themselves, Tang Yilong’s latest breakthrough had elevated him to Half-step Divine Fusion Realm!
"He should have broken through." Hank watched Tang Yilong’s retreating figure, his tone laced with envy. "Old Tang is sly; he joined the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall much earlier, gaining Hall Master Lin’s intensive guidance over these past three days. His power might now match Divine Fusion Realm experts."
"Match Divine Fusion Realm experts? Brother Tang just reached Half-step Divine Fusion Realm, right?" Rock Python blinked in bewilderment, unable to follow Hank’s implication, as odd remarks had filled his ears nonstop since arriving in Red Moon City today.
Tang Yilong’s breakthrough to Half-step Divine Fusion Realm brought excitement, yet it still fell short when stacked against the Divine Fusion Realm powerhouses portrayed by the Holy Hall.
"This showcases the splendor of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall." Hank’s lips curved into a subtle smile, a self-born wind suddenly swirling around him while energy shrouded his entire body. The horrifying vital aura crushed down on Rock Python and the others, nearly driving them to kneel.
"You... you..." Rock Python gaped at Hank’s surging life force, stammering speechlessly.
Right then, the aura Hank emitted felt nothing like that of a mere old man. He resembled a savage beast instead, radiating an oppressive might unlike anything Rock Python had ever encountered in his life.