Chapter 131: The Ultimate Secret of the Flame-Slaying Fist

The dome atop the arena was torn asunder by these two scorched forces, crashing down and crushing many spectators in the stands.

"Awoo!!!"

The Martial God, having been repelled by the Black Dragon, let out another earth-shattering roar. It seemed that facing the terrifying power of the Black Dragon Wave had ignited an infinite, primal strength within him, leaving him unwilling to be defeated by such a force. Unleashing this hidden power once more, he surged into mid-air, his arms recoiling with a violent force as he slammed the Black Dragon’s head downward. The Black Dragon Wave, which had been pushing him back, was finally halted and, as he had intended, redirected toward Fei Yan.

"I did it!! Hahahaha!! I succeeded!!" Watching the Black Dragon Wave he had deflected charge toward Fei Yan, the Martial God screamed with excitement in mid-air. No one could understand his current state of mind; that was the Black Dragon Wave—a power containing the terror to annihilate all things—yet he had blocked it and reflected it back at Fei Yan! He had completely defeated him! Upon landing, the Martial God raised his arms and cheered, "I’ve broken the Flame Killing Fist! Hahahaha!!"

Seeing the Martial God reflect the Black Dragon Wave, some of the surviving demons in the stands also shouted with excitement:

"Great! The Martial God has won!"
"With this, the Sikong Team has won two consecutive matches!"
"Wooo!!! This is miserable!"
"Wuuuuu~~~!! I want my mommy!!!"
"Can someone save me? I can still be rescued!"
"Help me!"
"I'm pinned under the rocks, can someone help me!"
"Oh God! Save me!"
"Wuuuuu~~~~!"
"Help!"
"Pull me out!"
"I'm burning up!"
"Give me some water! I'm dying of thirst!"
"What a jerk! Fei Yan, screw your grandfather!"
"Lunatics! Both of them are lunatics!"
"..."

By now, the arena had been devastated by the two immense forces. Great craters caused by the impact of the Black Dragon Wave were scattered everywhere. Countless spectators had been reduced to nothingness by the searing heat of the wave, their bodies completely vaporized. Some of the lucky survivors, upon crawling from the ground, either wailed at their surroundings or cursed at Fei Yan on the stage. Burned by his Black Dragon Wave, they were powerless to fight back and could only express their inner rage and dissatisfaction through curses.

"Fei Yan!!" Watching Fei Yan being swallowed by the Black Dragon Wave, Qin Xiaochuan’s eyes widened in shock. How could this kid...?

"Fei... Fei Yan has been finished off..." Seeing Fei Yan being snatched up by the Black Dragon Wave and disappearing into the sky, Zhang Yang’s face drained of color. He had never expected the Martial God’s power to be so immense that he could push back the Black Dragon Wave and force Fei Yan to be devoured by his own ultimate move. At this thought, cold sweat broke out on Zhang Yang’s forehead. This meant they had lost two matches in a row; if they lost one more, it would be the end. They might truly be finished off by Sikong Lang and his team. He, who had once been full of absolute confidence, began to waver. This...

"What are you so smug about?" Just as the Martial God was shouting excitedly on the stage, a voice he dreaded most appeared behind him. "The skills I wanted you to see are only just beginning!"

"What!?" Hearing the voice behind him, the excited expression on the Martial God’s face instantly stiffened. How could this kid still appear after being burned to death by his own black flames?

"Fei Yan!!" Seeing Fei Yan reappear on the stage, the hearts of Qin Xiaochuan and Bai Ying finally settled. This kid really knew how to surprise them. When he was swallowed by the Black Dragon Wave, they had truly feared he was dead. To see him standing on the stage, alive and well, left them wondering: what had just happened? What was that power about to erupt from within him? It was terrifying.

"Impossible!!" Turning around to see Fei Yan standing there, the Martial God was horrified. To be swallowed by the Black Dragon Wave and still stand there as if nothing had happened—not even his clothes were damaged. This little guy was still alive; it was like seeing a ghost. Unable to believe his eyes, beads of cold sweat broke out on the Martial God’s forehead and temples.

"Look! That kid Fei Yan is back!"
"How detestable! Martial God, you must avenge us!"
"Kill that brat!"
"The kid hasn't taken any damage at all!"
"Yeah! The only thing missing is the black dragon on his arm!"
"This is simply unbelievable!"
"Martial God, why are you just standing there! Charge him!"
"Hurry up and slaughter him!"
"Kill him, Martial God!"
"Avenge us!"
"..."

"Is this what you call the ultimate secret technique?" Qin Xiaochuan asked Bai Ying beside him. A bead of cold sweat also trickled down his temple. From Fei Yan, he sensed a terrifying and violent power, like a monstrous beast about to burst through his skin, surging incessantly within him. He was like a human-shaped beast. Fei Yan’s power had at least tripled. A suit of armor made of flames shimmered faintly over his body. Could this be the true ultimate secret of the Flame Killing Black Dragon Wave?

"Exactly," Bai Ying nodded affirmatively, watching Fei Yan. "He has swallowed that black dragon... The one who can absorb that vast power and master it is the 'Dominator.' Clearly, Fei Yan has achieved this. A powerhouse like the Martial God should understand the power Fei Yan possesses right now—it is far beyond his reach. He has lost."

"Woooo~~~~!!"

"Do you see? This is the power after absorbing the Black Dragon Wave!" As he spoke, Fei Yan’s body shuddered, and the massive demonic energy he had swallowed erupted, manifesting as a suit of armor draped over his body. Black flames swirled around him, flowing outward like a multicolored celestial garment—only this garment possessed only one color: the pure, abyssal black of the Demon Realm's flames.

With that terrifying, glossy black hue that was hard to look directly at, combined with his aura of total annihilation, Fei Yan looked like a god of fire descended to earth. Burning black flames emerged from his eyes as he glared at the Martial God. "Many people misunderstand, thinking the Black Dragon Wave is merely a move to attack an opponent. You are all wrong. The ultimate secret of the Black Dragon Wave is to act as a catalyst to elevate the demonic power of the Dominator."

"Shut your mouth!!"

Unable to withstand the pressure of Fei Yan’s aura, the Martial God seemed to lose his composure completely. Like a headless fly, he rushed forward and struck Fei Yan’s face with a heavy punch. He needed to prove it—to prove with his fists that he had not yet lost!

However, such power was negligible to Fei Yan. Seeing the Martial God charge, Fei Yan didn't even bother to dodge, simply taking the hit with his face. The result was disappointing; the force of the Martial God’s punch felt like a fly hitting his face, devoid of any lethality.

"Hmph..." Turning his head to look at the Martial God’s terrified expression, a cold smile appeared on Fei Yan’s face. He was simply too weak. To him now, the Martial God’s power was as feeble as a newborn infant, failing to stir any desire to fight.

"Uwaaa--!!"

Seeing the disdain in Fei Yan’s eyes, the Martial God, as if provoked, swung his right fist again toward Fei Yan’s face. Leaning slightly forward, Fei Yan pressed his body against the Martial God, his left hand cupping upward, and a formless wave of demonic energy launched the Martial God into the air.

"Wooo~~!!" Feeling the force behind Fei Yan’s arm, the Martial God’s eyes widened in disbelief. The immense power striking his body felt like being lifted by a rocket, instantly propelling him into the sky. In mid-air, a sense of helplessness took root in his heart—a feeling so profound that he lost even the desire to resist.

He soared toward the dome of the arena. The Martial God had completely lost his will to fight; in both power and presence, he had been utterly defeated by Fei Yan.

After launching the Martial God, Fei Yan leaped into the air, appearing behind him and striking his back with a fist, driving him downward.

Like a cannonball, the Martial God’s body was slammed into the spectator stands by the force of the punch, creating a massive crater in the thick concrete. His body remained embedded in the concrete, unable to move.

"Kill me!"

Looking at the descending Fei Yan, the Martial God, pinned in the concrete, said expressionlessly. Having been defeated by Fei Yan again, he had lost the will to live. Staring at Fei Yan, a look of reminiscence crossed his face. "After being defeated by Sikong Lang, I still had the possibility of becoming stronger. With the drive to challenge him again, I began training desperately, hoping for a day when I could defeat him! But he became even stronger, and now I have lost to you as well. I have lost the meaning of living!"

"...7... 8..."

"Hmph, if you want to die, do as you please!" Hearing the countdown from the stage, Fei Yan leaped back onto the shattered ring. Looking at the Martial God in the stands, he said coldly, "I hate being told what to do!"

"...10! The match is over! The winner of this match is—Fei Yan!"