Devour

Chapter 402 Thunder God Transformation

As expected, the Sonic Dragon Turtle plowed through like a giant bulldozer. Wherever it passed, whether it was jumping on the ground or leaping in the air, the white afterimages, along with the swirling thunderclouds, were all swept away.

However, Pan Zhonghan's fear reached its peak. He stared at the clean and quiet stage with wide eyes, his mind in a panic: "Bai Di is not on the stage! Where... did he go?"

Many elders watching also used their spiritual sense to search, but could not find any trace of Cheng Bai.

"What's going on?" Wang Mingsheng, the teacher, glanced at the running hourglass and pondered. "It's still early. Could it be that the Baidi kid wants to hide and drag out the fight until it's over and we can call it a draw?"

The brief silence makes people feel inexplicably palpitating!

A fierce gust of wind suddenly blew up above Pan Zhonghan's head, like a ferocious beast hiding in the void launching a sneak attack, extending its invisible fangs and tearing the space apart.

"Assassination, smash the word technique!" The invisible Cheng Bai hit the target with a heavy punch. The powerful force and the satisfying pleasure were far more than those of the "pig head" at the beginning.

Pan Zhonghan had no time to react before he was struck by a fatal punch from above his head, falling like a puppet with its strings cut. With a loud thud, he landed facefirst on the training ground, his eyes dazed. The force of the impact was so great that it cracked the floorboards, and he lay sprawled, motionless.

Wang Mingsheng's eyes twitched slightly as he muttered quietly, "Isn't the ground of the martial arts arena as solid as the arena? It actually cracked!"

"Jingtao Sect has reinforced the venue very well. If it were somewhere else, it would have collapsed into a deep pit long ago." Cheng Bai said, and he appeared like a flying bird, leisurely flying in the air back to the ring, and stood on the stage in a cool and elegant manner.

Looking down at the person lying on the ground in a strange posture, Cheng Bai smiled and asked, "Shengzi Pan, are you convinced?"

Pan Zhonghan squirmed a few times and struggled to raise his head. His face was covered with dust and blood, and he looked extremely miserable.

"I don't agree!"

He spat out two bloodied, broken front teeth with a "Puh" sound, then stood up and roared, "This Saint Son intended to let you test my strength with a few moves. I've already seen through you. You cunning boy are clearly inferior to me in skills. You only managed to gain the upper hand by relying on trickery and sneak attacks."

Cheng Bai said with a grin, "Come and fight me again, and I'll definitely beat you into submission!"

According to the rules of the ring, the person who "cannot return" is considered a loser. Pan Zhonghan believed that he still had the strength to fight. At this moment, he put aside his contempt, took the "Turning Waves" step, and leaped back to the ring like a surging wave.

Pan Zhonghan's face was filled with rage, like a volcano about to erupt. He scolded, "What a White Emperor! Your movements are unpredictable and your secret techniques are cunning. I underestimated you. I must give it my all in this battle!"

Cheng Bai was slightly surprised and said, "Oh? Pan Shengzi still has a trump card hidden."

Pan Zhonghan's entire body radiated a faint blood-red glow, which made him more courageous. He sneered, "I have to thank you for those two punches. You activated my secret pattern."

Cheng Bai's heart moved, and he remembered the secret pattern master he had met in the past. He asked in surprise, "How many kinds of rune arrays are hidden in His Excellency the Holy Son?"

"Weak secret patterns have limited effects, but good ones are rare. It's enough to encounter one." As Pan Zhonghan spoke, the red light floating around his body became stronger and stronger, and his brocade battle robe moved without wind.

The vision of Huixin Yijing reappeared, and misty thunderclouds once again curled around the arena, extending from the surface to mid-air. Slightly different, a faint blood-red luster emanated from the hazy mountains and caves, as if some kind of demonic presence was lurking within the fairyland.

Cheng Bai's keen eyes discerned the secret: "The Blood Thorn Armor technique from the Ice Demon Shark tribe can both mitigate damage and unleash potential when attacked. This secret pattern is rare and precious, equivalent to a premium spell. The cost of one tattoo is comparable to a Sumeru mustard seed."

"Hmph! You're quite knowledgeable." Pan Zhonghan was quite surprised by Cheng Bai's high standards. When his true identity was exposed, he simply laughed wildly, "Haha... Wearing the Blood Thorn Armor, the more I take a beating, the stronger I become!"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Bai unhesitatingly launched a barrage of golden lightning and fire bombs, bombarding the area like a shower of meteors. He casually shouted, "Then I'll beat you to death! Round two begins."

"It's just a trifle." Pan Zhonghan raised his sleeves and flicked them, using the art of keeping the universe in silence to collect all the thunder and fire bombs that were attacking from the sky into his sleeves.

This scene made the elders watching couldn't help but admire it.

"The Holy Son not only has a profound foundation in martial arts, but also possesses profound magical skills!"

"Accurate judgment and well-controlled offensive and defensive techniques."

"Only those who cultivate both magic and martial arts can become pillars of our generation!"

Wang Hong, standing on the dais, nodded slightly and commented, "Pan Zhonghan is undoubtedly a formidable figure among his peers. If he had only used martial arts to defeat the enemy, it would have been fine, but his mastery of magic surpasses all previous masters. His two previous attacks, while striking vital points, failed to injure his bones. This demonstrates that Pan Zhonghan's defense far outweighs his opponent's offensive power. The White Emperor Sect Master is relatively inexperienced, and a serious confrontation would undoubtedly lead to failure."

Bei Tingjun, standing aside, smiled and said, "Saint Lord Wang's words are quite reasonable. I, being a dull person, have a slightly different view. I wonder if you would be so kind as to wager a small game to see who wins?"

Master Li also joined in the fun and said, "The scholar is willing to join the gambling game."

The battle on the ring continued as another wave of blazing fireballs flew by, but with a light wave of Pan Zhonghan's sleeves, they disappeared in an instant like a drop in the ocean.

"With a wave of my hand, I can take in everything in the world. No matter how many spells you cast, it will be in vain!" Pan Zhonghan sneered, and with his palms surging with magic power, he was about to use a brutal killing move to fight back.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred!

"Bang!" The sleeves of Pan Zhonghan's battle robe suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and clusters of flames burst out with a "hissing" sound, which scared him.

The flames were as vivid as living creatures, like a group of firebirds flapping their wings and coming out, entangled in the robes and burning.

The fire spread very quickly, burning from the sleeves over the shoulders to the lapels, back, and hem, wrapping up Pan Zhonghan on the spot, and turning him into a burning fire man in an instant!

"If the Thunder and Fire Technique had not been advanced, there would be nothing I could do even if you took it. The Thunder and Fire Danfeng is very different now!" Cheng Bai narrowed his eyes and kept a close eye on the changes in the battle situation. He would not let down his guard even if his opponent was trapped in a sea of ​​fire.

Beneath the faint red glow of the Blood Thorn Armor, a purple-gold shadow flickered. Cheng Bai secretly judged, "Sage Pan definitely has more than just one secret tattoo."

Pan Zhonghan hurriedly used his inner energy to extinguish the flames, but the divine fire unleashed by the brilliant spiritual lamp was incredibly powerful. It not only burned his body and skin, but also destroyed the rune array tattooed on his blood-thorn armor. His prided defenses were damaged, and he panicked.

"Retreat!" Pan Zhonghan roared, pushing the Sea Boiling Skill to its limit. The surge of his magical power caused the air in the training ground to surge violently.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fire was not big and had not caused serious damage, Pan Zhonghan used the Wild Wave Step to quickly get away from his original position, throwing the brocade battle robe on the spot and letting it be ruthlessly burned by the golden flames.

The sleeves of the battle robe contained a number of fragile personal belongings, which suddenly exploded under the incineration, scattering damaged and charred fragments everywhere. The Mo Yang Sword, which had been taken away earlier, had spiritual power and took this opportunity to escape, soaring out of the Transmission Hall without anyone stopping it.

Seeing this, Cheng Bai smiled and said, "Sir Pan, do you want to change into some armor before fighting?"

Pan Zhonghan was burned black, his face darkening with embarrassment, but his eyes were fierce and vicious: "The lack of clothes prevents me from using the Jingli Qiankun. You, the Fire Bird, burned my clothes to break my spell!"

Cheng Bai didn't respond, instead scrutinizing his opponent's bare chest. A speckled purple-gold rune array lit up there, and wisps of terrifying aura slowly emanated.

"Pan Shengzi has a secret pattern on his chest and back. The dark red one on his back is the blood-thorn armor, which is undoubtedly for defense. We don't know what kind of pattern is on his chest. This battle forced him to reveal all his secrets without reservation." Cheng Bai silently deduced the chances of victory.

"I'm going to tear you apart! Thunder God Transformation!" Pan Zhonghan yelled in anger, and the rune array on his chest flashed with powerful and dazzling purple-gold electric light, expanding to his whole body at an astonishing speed, as if he was wrapped in a layer of thin light armor.

A purple light suddenly appeared, and Pan Zhonghan's physique suddenly soared from a normal human figure of five feet four inches, and turned into a purple thunder giant that was ninety meters tall. His whole body was shining brightly, and his combat power increased dramatically!

"Wow! Is this Pan Shengzi's trump card? He can also transform." Cheng Bai looked up at the towering opponent and marveled in his heart.

Pan Zhonghan's appearance is majestic, like an ancient thunder god descending to the world. His majestic power causes the thunderclouds around the open-air martial arts field to roar and roll.

The giant's stature towered over the roof of the Transmission Hall, commanding the entire arena from above. Compared to him, the spacious arena seemed like a slightly larger floor tile underfoot.