The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"These damn evil things are laughing at us. We need to do something!

Master Anderson, please lead us into the crack and let us kill them all!" someone yelled from one of the warships.

As Anderson surveyed the others’ faces, he could see that not a single one of them was calm. They were all prepared to rush into

battle.

"I agree with him. Let's go through this space crack and slay all those evil monsters together! | know we can do it!"

"Charge! Let's kill these bastards!"

In answer, many of the cultivators cried out in agreement.

Even sof the elders were eagerly looking at Anderson for a signal. It seemed that he was outnumbered; however, they

wouldn't go against him.

"Ha-ha!

You lowborn, poor creatures from the Immortal End World makelaugh. If you have the balls, cover to this side. We are

waiting to kill you..."

"A bunch of nobodies dare to challenge us? It seems that you haven't learned a lesson from your world almost being destroyed..."

The evil creatures enjoyed egging on the cultivators and they continued to throw in laughs and jeers.

Suddenly, a verbal war broke out between the two forces. Voices and laughs overlapped until no one could make out what anyone

was saying.

"Be quiet!"

When Anderson's earsplitting voice reached everyone's ears, they all fell silent.

He had lifted from the warship and was floating above them. His wide-sleeved robe was fluttering in the wind and an authoritative

look had crossed his face.

"It's no use arguing with each other. Those evil creatures can't reach us because of the space barrier here, and we can't reach

them too.

The crack is filled with the space blocking law. If we try to go through it, we will be cut into pieces and everything, including our

souls, will be destroyed!"

Anderson added, causing the cultivators to settle a bit.

"Ha-ha...

It looks like we've upset you. Are you really that weak?

It doesn't matter because I've got an idea. We will battle.

| can send our bravest men to your world and you will not have to chere. After it is over, we will know which world is stronger.

So... do you dare to fight against our men, you losers?"

a cold voice responded, cackling.

The progress Anderson had made in calming his people was all ripped away at the evil creature's words.

"Do you have the balls to fight us?"

"I hope you really want it!

I'm ready to destroy you all on my own!"

"In my opinion, these cowards are too scared to fight us. Perhaps they have wet their pants?"

"You're right. For these poor creatures in the Immortal End World, it will be suicide to fight us!"

The evil creatures all took their tto chin more insults, causing the cultivators to slowly boil hotter.

"So have you made your decision? Are you going to risk it and accept our challenge, Immortal End World?

Don't worry. It will be an even match. | won't send out the ten strongest masters among us. We will both duel with fighters of the

sage and realm. That is the only way to determine fairly which race is the most powerful,"

the evil creature who had proposed to have a duel continued.

"Son of a bitch! Screw them. Please let them into our world, Anderson."

"Master Anderson, please accept his challenge. This way, we can kill them all."

Slowly, all the cultivators began begging Anderson to make up his mind. He remained silent as he watched them continue to

scream in anger back into the space crack.

Worst of all were the young cultivators. They didn't understand exactly what they would be facing and were most eager to spill

blood and prove themselves. As they shouted, their faces turned red and their words becscrambled.

Taking a moment, Anderson and other great masters of the Immortal Transforming Realm stepped aside to discuss the pros and

cons of the challenge. They knew that allowing the evil creatures into their world could backfire, but the idea of reigning victorious

tasted good on their tongues.

The other cultivators eventually settled down and all eagerly watched Anderson.

Everyone knew that he was the one who had the final say in whether they would fight or not.

Soon, the seven great masters of the Immortal Transforming Realm cto an agreement and accepted the challenge!

Even though they might fail, they would learn the strength of their opponents.

The war between two worlds might take place in the future and this would give them a chance to feel out sof their mysterious

enemies.

Besides, they had the Astral Realm Scroll and seven great masters of the Immortal Transforming Realm by their sides. They already

felt as though they had the upper hand.

"Okay! Since you are practically begging to die, | will oblige, you foolish losers.

You can send your men here so we can fight one on one,"

Anderson announced, puffing his chest out.

In response, roaring laughter boomed from the space crack.

"Deal.

Now that you've agreed, let's get started!"

Only moments later, the space crack expanded in width.

From the inside, a black fog seeped out along the ground and demonic energy followed it.

This occurred for a few seconds before figures began to emerge one after the other.

The space crack was protected so that the most powerful evil creatures would have difficulty coming through but the weaker ones

had an easier time.

With help from the ten strongest evil creatures, they emerged smoothly.

From the black mist, a huge creature cforward.

"I've cultivated for five hundred years, weaklings in the Immortal End World. Who dares to challenge me?" he said loudly.

Standing straight, he was more than thirty meters high. He resembled a human but he had two black horns jutting out of his head.

The cultivators on the warships sized him up.

"I started my cultivation four hundred years ago. I'm at the slevel as you.

I'll be your opponent and send you back to your Creator!"

A middle-aged man had walked out from the crowd. He was handsand tall with black hair hanging down his shoulders.

"It's Steward Van!"

Many students from the Blue Dragon School cheered, clapping their hands together. He was brave to step forward first.

"You evil clown, why don't you chere and fight with me?"

Steward Van asked, lowering his eyebrows into a frown.

As he concentrated, his whole body began to glow from his vital energy.

He was the opposite of the evil creature, kind and righteous.

The energy shot to the sky and brightened everything around him.

"Go to hell, you weakling!"

Without wasting a moment, the evil creature lowered his head and charged.

"Kill

The horns were coming straight for Steward Van, but he was prepared.

He gathered as much vital energy force as he could and let it burst from his body. It took the form of dragons that flew in every

direction.

The tall, evil creature produced more demonic energy to protect himself.

It was a fight between the strong. When they fought, the earth and the sky were shaking!

In the crowd, Austin peered at the two masters and marveled at their powers.

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