Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1191 1202: Demon Venerable's Strike

Although Elder Si Qin wanted to stop him, it was too late by now; the fiend had already stepped onto the arena.

Just as the fiend ascended the arena, he extended his hands from beneath his black robe, and hundreds of streaks of crystalline light shot out, landing at the edge of the arena.

The crystalline light flickered, revealing hundreds of array flags planted at the arena's perimeter.

Then, with a flash of light, these hundreds of array race marks disappeared from sight.

However, Wang Yan could see that as the array flags vanished, a semicircular light shield suddenly appeared above the arena, enveloping it completely.

While those outside could see what was happening within the arena, they couldn't directly enter.

Elder Si Qin angrily exclaimed, "Sun Yukun, what are you doing? Why are you trapping the arena with an array?"

As he spoke, Elder Si Qin prepared to charge forward and break the array.

The fiend quickly raised a hand and said, "Elder Si Qin, wait a moment. I set up this array simply to avoid interruptions. If you insist on breaking the array, then the three-move pact will be automatically canceled, and before you open the array, I have hundreds of ways to kill Wang Yan."

Upon hearing the fiend's words, Elder Si Qin immediately stopped and dared not move.

At this point, the fiend turned to look at Wang Yan, smiled slightly, and said, "You don't seem to be afraid?"

Wang Yan also smiled faintly and said, "Shouldn't it be you who is afraid?"

The fiend was taken aback, then burst into laughter, "Ah, this unyielding spirit is truly reminiscent of myself, but after you see my cultivation, I wonder if you'll still have the courage?"

With those words, the fiend stopped concealing his cultivation.

Seeing a faint cultivation aura rise from the fiend, Elder Si Qin's expression changed dramatically, and he blurted out, "You've reached the Demon Venerable level."

Indeed, the fiend possessed the same level of cultivation as the Seven Great Elders.

"Demon Venerable!"

"Wang Yan actually has to face a Demon Venerable!"

At this moment, everyone around the arena exclaimed in terror.

Even with just a three-move pact, a strike from a Demon Venerable is earth-shattering. It would be impossible to withstand even a single blow, let alone three.

Standing outside the arena, Beiming Xue's legs went weak, and she fell back onto her chair.

Even Ma Jun, Hu Wei, and others, though confident in Wang Yan, were now pale as ash.

"Sun Yukun, you actually resorted to deceit!" Elder Si Qin shouted angrily.

Earlier, she hadn't discerned the true level of the fiend's cultivation.

The fiend smiled faintly and said, "Elder Si Qin, I haven't deceived anyone; I never mentioned my cultivation level earlier."

Upon hearing this, Elder Si Qin sighed regretfully, realizing she should have somehow blocked the fiend earlier. Now, it was as if she had pushed Wang Yan into a fire pit.

Everyone was worriedly watching Wang Yan, yet Wang Yan remained calm, as if he paid no mind to the formidable Demon Venerable before him.

The fiend couldn't help but smile, "Are you truly not afraid?"

Wang Yan smiled lightly, "I maintain that it should be you who is afraid."

Even after the fiend revealed his cultivation, Wang Yan's response sparked the fiend's interest, prompting him to ask, "Why should it be me who is afraid?"

Wang Yan calmly responded, "It is said that you were a Half-Venerable thirty years ago, and reached Demon Venerable only after thirty years. Your cultivation speed over these thirty years has been remarkably slow."

Upon hearing Wang Yan's remark, the surrounding crowd was astir with astonishment.

To achieve the Demon Venerable level in thirty years is practically unheard of, a speed most would never attain in their lifetimes.

The fiend scoffed dismissively, "Even if my pace is slow, what is there to fear?"

Wang Yan replied, "A slow pace might be forgivable, but you've chosen to provoke me. Even if you did provoke me, you then established this three-move pact. Within three moves, you certainly can't kill me, but you've made me your mortal enemy. At your snail's pace of cultivation, I'll undoubtedly catch up to you in a few years. Don't you think that should frighten you?"

Hearing this, the fiend became furious and shouted, "Nonsense! I began training at five, became a Demon Emperor in five years, a Demon Saint in ten years, reached Half-Venerable at twenty-five, and became a Demon Venerable by fifty-five. Do you still think my cultivation speed is slow?"

Upon hearing this, everyone around was dumbfounded.

To reach Demon Emperor in five years, Demon Saint in ten — when the fiend became a Demon Saint, he was only twenty, a level surpassing many elderly experts.

With such a pace, it's not simply fast; it's akin to the speed of light.

Yet Wang Yan shrugged and said, "Really? You're much stronger than I am. I broke through to become a Demon Warrior at eighteen, and now I'm just twenty."

At first, when they heard Wang Yan was only a Demon Warrior at eighteen, many were puzzled, not understanding why Wang Yan would expose his shortcomings.

Indeed, attaining the Demon Warrior level at eighteen is considered rather unremarkable.

But when they heard the latter part of Wang Yan's words, everyone was stunned.

This year, Wang Yan was only 20 years old, and everyone had just witnessed that Wang Yan already possessed the Great Perfection level of Demon Saint, a level that even Half-Venerable Lai Yisheng couldn't rival.

In other words, in two years, Wang Yan leaped from Demon Warrior to Demon Saint.

No wonder Wang Yan said the fiend's pace was slow. Compared to ordinary people, the fiend's speed was incredibly fast, but compared to Wang Yan, it was exceptionally slow.

By now, everyone around the arena was dumbstruck.

The dialogue on the arena felt like it belonged to another world, yet they had foolishly evaluated it using the mindset of ordinary people.

Truly there's no fiend, only greater fiends!

Upon hearing this, the fiend was stunned. Although his expression was concealed, his heavy breathing indicated that Wang Yan's words had angered him.

Elder Si Qin thought to herself: Wang Yan, oh Wang Yan, why would you provoke the fiend? Earlier, the fiend might not have valued you, but now he fully regards you as his adversary. Once he goes all out, how can he survive?

At this moment, the fiend's voice grew cold, "Are you not afraid I might kill you?"

Wang Yan coolly replied, "Did you come here just to kill me?"

The fiend hesitated again, then burst into laughter, "Haha, it's straightforward talking to smart people. Yes, today I've come to kill you. Are you thinking of begging for mercy?"

Wang Yan shook his head and said, "Do you think you can kill me?"

The fiend was stunned for the third time, then a cold tone resounded, "Arrogant, simply too arrogant. Today I will see if I can actually kill you."

With that, the fiend raised his right fist and pushed it towards Wang Yan.

From the fiend's fist, a massive force surged forth, aiming at Wang Yan.

Seeing this power, everyone around cried out in alarm, "Demon Venerable Strike!"