This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 486 - 484: Domination over the Luili Realm! Establishing Authority with the Destroying Cloud Technique!

High above in the sky, atop the clouds.

The Martial God frowned, looking at the Cloud Mirror before him, his bearded face expressing slight irritation.

What's going on with Liuli? Can't she control her own subordinates? And to be outmaneuvered by a few Priests? If this were Little Sword, Little Dagger, and their group, a single glance from them would have Priests slitting their own throats. How could a situation arise where a God is made a figurehead by Priests? Couldn't she just display a bit of Divine Power and suppress the whole scene?

The Martial God slightly shook his head, his dissatisfaction evident.

However, as he looked at the young Qing Shan standing on the arena and then at the eager young people around him, he had to admit that though the process was a bit annoying for him as the ruler of the Twelve Realms, the outcome was quite good. What was likely to be a perfunctory examination of the Luili Realm had finally begun to ignite some flames of competition.

Later, I must teach Liuli how to command her subordinates. It's not acceptable to always be so laissez-faire and uninvolved, he thought.

No sooner had the Martial God spoken than several figures appeared in front of Wu Wang. They were a group of youths participating in the examination, who had jumped onto the stage without prior arrangement.

Everyone exchanged glances, unwilling to yield. In the end, a twenty-eight-year-old young man with the highest cultivation—having reached the third rank of the Martial Soul Realm—was the first to secure the right to compete with Wu Wang on the stage.

This should make for a decent opponent.

The Martial God pondered carefully. He was quite expectant of the young Qing Shan's upcoming performance.

Naturally, as an Innate God who had fought his way from ancient times to the present, he understood the difference between "on-paper strength" and "combat strength."

If someone looks good on paper but wets themselves at the sight of blood on the battlefield of life and death, they are utterly useless.

「In the central square of Liuli City.」

Intense auras radiated from the two individuals on the platform.

Wu Wang's expression remained unmoved as he slowly clenched his hands into fists. His opponent assumed an elegant ready stance, his gaze swiftly scanning Wu Wang's vulnerabilities.

"Please."

Wu Wang cut off his opponent's attempt to introduce himself.

The young Martial Artist let out a loud shout, shuffling sideways, searching for Wu Wang's weaknesses. Wu Wang moved accordingly, and both began to trace a circle with a diameter of three zhang.

In the crowd, Uncle Shan and Aunt Qing were so tense they nearly forgot to breathe.

In the stands, Qiu Li and Dong Gao continuously analyzed the opponent's move patterns and school of origin, attempting to predict the upcoming scenario and gauge their young fellow disciple Qing Shan's odds of victory.

Upon the stage, the young Martial Artist suddenly bellowed, "Tyrant Fissure!"

He charged forward close to the ground, both fists raised, his entire body taut like a lobster. His punches sped towards Wu Wang's chest, generating gusts of wind around him.

This was merely a feint!

If Wu Wang were to dodge left, right, or step back, he would fall into the young Martial Artist's subsequent barrage of attacks.

That was the significance of a set of moves.

Qiu Li gripped Dong Gao's wrist in anxiety.

Wu Wang's choice at this critical split-second would determine if he'd be immediately put at a disadvantage in the…

Fist!

Suddenly, fierce flames appeared in Wu Wang's eyes. His feet stood firm as a mountain, and he slightly sank his stance, gripping his fists tight. The veins in his forearms bulged as bursts of force exploded from him. When the opponent had covered a distance of two zhang, Wu Wang unexpectedly punched through the air in front of him.

The force of his punch coalesced into a fist shadow as large as a cooking pot!

The opponent, with his too-rapid momentum, was unable to adjust in time, barely managing to cross his arms in front of him. Spiritual Power surged to his forearms, attempting to withstand the fist shadow that had reached him.

But when the fist shadow struck, the young Martial Artist's forward charge paused slightly before he was sent flying backward. His arms trembled lightly, and then he felt a tremendous force smash through his arms into his chest, rapidly expanding!

"PTHOO—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying over ten zhang before landing helplessly into the crowd.

The aura around Wu Wang slowly dissipated. He closed his eyes, then opened them, his gaze calm once more.

In the stands, Qiu Li and Dong Gao looked at each other, seeing the same shock in each other's eyes.

They were well aware of the drawbacks of the Destroying Cloud Technique—its formidable power was unmatched, but the charging process took too long and depleted too much energy. It was best suited for taking down an enemy from a hundred zhang away with a single strike.

Yet their little disciple had executed the Destroying Cloud Technique almost instantly, with just a stomp of his foot...

"Did my dad keep some secret technique from his own daughter?" Qiu Li murmured, while Dong Gao beside her simply cracked a smile.

"Our junior brother's got this—this fist is a show of force!"

Just then, a General by the stage shouted loudly, "It's Old Qiu's signature move! The Destroying Cloud Technique!"

The crowd immediately erupted.

In this martial land, the words "signature move" acted like a fuse. Martial Artists would fight tooth and nail for one, and common people became extremely thrilled to witness such techniques.

"Destroying Cloud Technique?"

"He's mastered a signature move at sixteen? And he's in the Martial Soul Realm?"

"Next! Come on, who's next?!"

The few who had just stepped up to the edge of the stage were now beginning to yield to one another.

Wu Wang waited quietly.

After pondering for a moment, he allowed a slight smile to touch his lips. After all, he was a young man now and had to show some youthful reactions; being too composed would itself be a flaw.

"I'll go!"

A young man at the first rank of the Martial Soul Realm lifted the hem of his robe and leaped vigorously onto the center of the stage, saluting Wu Wang with a bow.

Just as Wu Wang returned the salute, the other tapped his toes and soared upward like a swan, his form blurring into trails of afterimages around the stage—a superb display of agility.

Impressive movement technique!

Wu Wang's eyes lit up; he immediately understood his opponent's advantage.

Generally speaking, movement techniques were most effective in combat when combined with hidden weapons. However, in an arena bout, especially in the presence of the Liuli god, most people wouldn't dare to use such things.

At this moment, Wu Wang had dozens of ways to knock his opponent off the platform, but he chose the one that would elicit the most gasps.

The initial stance of the Destroying Cloud Technique!

The young Martial Artist, who was dashing along the edge of the arena, showed jubilation on his face.

He had seen through the Destroying Cloud Technique in a glance. Although powerful, it lacked sophistication. After its execution, the user's body would become somewhat rigid—that would be his moment to counterattack!

All he needed was to press a Dagger to the opponent's neck, and this fight would be his…

The rushing young man's eyes suddenly widened as he saw Wu Wang's clenched fist unexpectedly form sword fingers. A strong sense of alarm welled up in his heart!

Right at that moment!

Wu Wang's left sword fingers touched his right bicep. His right hand trembled slightly, and a surge of Qi burst forth from his fingertips!

A spurt of blood suddenly erupted from the young man's shoulder. His body uncontrollably flipped and spiraled, scattering droplets of blood like fireworks into the crowd of onlookers.

At that instant, the air in front of Wu Wang exploded with the sound of tearing wind…

Second battle, victory!

Destroying Cloud Technique: Seven Meridian Divine Swords!

Wu Wang's joined sword fingers elegantly swept a half-circle before him and then slowly pressed down. The surrounding Qi vanished, his Spiritual Power still abundant.

He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for the next challenger.

Above the clouds, the Martial God blinked and muttered, "This kid's got talent, turning an ordinary signature move into something spectacular."

Qiu Li and Dong Gao were now holding their heads and weeping bitterly.

Just how many things had their own father, their own teacher, not taught them!

"The Destroying Cloud Technique can be used like that?"

"Incredible! Old Qiu's signature move is incredible! He truly is the strongest Martial Spirit, a master of Martial Arts."

"How can anyone fight that? At the same realm, you can't even get close. Even if we went up… good grief, we wouldn't be able to get near him either."

"Let me try the Destroying Cloud Technique!"

A young man shouted, took a shield from a guard maintaining order on the side, performed a somersault over dozens of heads, and landed steadily on the edge of the arena.

The young man lightly shook his left hand, and a layer of light formed on the shield's surface, which he held cautiously before him.

Wu Wang shook his head. Showing fear before the fight? Where's the chance of winning?

He unleashed the Destroying Cloud Technique again, but this time, before it was fully executed, it transformed into a silver aura shrouding his right hand. He stepped forward, his figure darting towards his opponent, leaving multiple afterimages on the platform!

The young man hadn't anticipated Wu Wang's exceptional movement skills and was now too late to counterattack. He could only sink his body, anchor his feet to the ground with Qi, and brace his shoulder against the top of the shield.

He let out a low roar, channeling all his physical strength into the shield.

Wu Wang's movement suddenly halted. His strength gathered into one punch, aiming straightforwardly at the shield, only to stop strangely half an inch before it.

The young man behind the shield was caught off guard. His body lurched forward towards Wu Wang as if some suction force emanated from Wu Wang's fist.

At that exact moment!

Wu Wang's arm muscles bulged. The four fingers of his extended fist suddenly flicked out. In almost a single breath, his fingertips, knuckles, and the edge of his fist successively struck the shield, sending the young man flying backward. The shield shattered in mid-air with a SNAP!

Destroying Cloud Technique: Inch Force Heaven Opener!

Wu Wang lightly tapped the ground with his foot and spread his arms. Like a feather, he glided back to the center of the platform, calmly clasped his hands behind his back, and slightly lifted his chin.

Today, he would use his own strength to make the Destroying Cloud Technique famous and showcase his teacher's brilliance!

"Qing Shan!"

"Qing Shan!" "Qing Shan!" "Qing Shan!"

A woman yelled out at the top of her lungs, and immediately, a wave of shouts surged across the plaza.

Some elders looked at Wu Wang with a burning gaze, and even the aged Martial Artists seemed itching for a try.

A Priest stood up and cast a Divine Art, quickly quieting the crowd in the plaza.

Wu Wang looked down at the figures of those participating in the Earth Class examination beneath the platform and said indifferently, "Do you all not wish to pass the examination? Come on up. Since the Liuli god has made me the touchstone for the Earth Class exam, I shall fulfill the God's decree and not bring shame to her. Against those below the Martial Soul Realm, I will not use my teacher's signature technique."

The Liuli god's cool voice rang out timely, "What are you all waiting for?"

Stirred by Wu Wang's arrogant words, these youths rushed onto the platform. They acted independently without any coordination, even crowding each other as they lunged towards Wu Wang.

In an instant, Qi surged erratically, and figures overlapped atop the arena.

Wu Wang darted left and right, effortlessly parrying attacks from all directions. He quickly spotted his opponents' flaws, sometimes striking with a finger, sometimes breaking a move with a hand-edge strike, or engaging in exchanges of fists and feet.

There was no hesitation, nor any sign of him being in a difficult situation.

Those charging forward were continuously thrown off. The less skilled ones crashed into the crowd, while the more capable mostly managed to stabilize themselves and avoid too much embarrassment.

Amidst ceaseless cheers, Wu Wang remained unharmed.

His footwork revealed considerable skill, yet upon close inspection, one could discern that he utilized dismantled and reconstructed components of widely known Martial Techniques such as Cloud Step, Dancing Step, and Drunken Shrimp Scramble.

The experts from the Luili Realm around them constantly tried to identify his moves. They could see that this youth named Qing Shan had not only exceptional footwork but also his punching and kicking skills were all derived from the deconstruction and reassembly of common Martial Techniques.

He readily drew upon an array of moves.

He displayed mastery over various Martial Techniques, flowing naturally from one to the next without a hitch.

He possessed the clear poise of a master.

By now, many elders understood: this young man who had emerged so suddenly had either been imbued with a thousand years of martial arts experience or was an unparalleled martial arts prodigy!

In the face of such aptitude, the so-called Three Great Physiques seemed almost insignificant.

"Come on, all of you!"

Wu Wang shouted, his qi and blood surging, the muscles beneath his short shirt bulging impressively.

Mo Feng clenched his fists tightly upon seeing this.

How could he join others in besieging his own Martial Uncle?

But in this situation, like the other youths around him, a sense of defiance welled in his heart, and his hands and feet itched to fight.

If the figure on the platform was destined to be the prodigy who would overshadow their entire generation, how could they easily bow their heads? How could they readily admit defeat?

Even if my life isn't as dazzling as his, it has its own brilliance. This is the Way of Martial Arts!

"Martial Uncle, forgive my offense!"

Mo Feng clenched his fists, threw back his head, and roared. His robes burst open, revealing a surprisingly muscular physique beneath his lean frame. He leaped from below the stage, his fists generating the sound of wind and thunder!

A fleeting smile crossed Wu Wang's lips as he suddenly launched an offensive, clashing with the youths around him.

Figures flew across the platform. Wu Wang cleared half the arena and faced Mo Feng directly, fist against fist, foot against foot. Their blows created thunderous sounds and sent out shockwaves of qi.

The two appeared to be fighting with their full strength, forcing their peers to keep their distance.

In truth, Mo Feng was fully aware that his little Martial Uncle was purposely giving him a chance to shine. At this moment, he had effectively become the second strongest among his peers.

Because he was the first person to last more than ten moves against Uncle Qing Shan…

Besides, Uncle Qing Shan today was only using ordinary techniques against his opponents, showcasing his unique reflexes and profound understanding of Martial Techniques.

That advanced signature technique of his was completely unnecessary.

Wu Wang let out a light shout. Mo Feng responded by backflipping, performing a 3600-degree spin in mid-air before landing steadily, earning thunderous applause from the crowd.

Wu Wang stepped back slightly and was once again surrounded by figures.

The battle intensified, and the waves rose. The fight continued until everyone was convinced. In the realm of Martial Arts, strength prevails!

"Come and fight again!"

And while the heated battle on the stage was ongoing, in a corner, an old man pulled the arm of a Sky Class candidate and whispered something to him.

The man, who was seventy-two yet still looked quite young, had a complicated expression for a moment but ultimately just nodded slightly in agreement.

Today's limelight truly cannot be stolen by this youngster.

...

「An hour later.」

On the pitted stone slabs of the arena, Wu Wang stood bare-chested, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath.

His long hair had fallen loose. There were fresh wounds on his back and chest. His aura was considerably weaker, and he could no longer even muster his qi.

He glanced around. Near the stage, young people were lying or sprawling everywhere.

The entire crowd had fallen silent. Countless eyes, filled with a mixture of fervor and shock, stared at the figure who remained standing after the chaotic battle on the platform.

Qing Shan.

This name was destined to be known throughout the Luili Realm.

This figure was inevitably going to be written into the history of the Luili Realm.

Wu Wang took a deep breath and looked up at the Liuli god on the high platform. Beside her, Jin Wei's eyes were red as she looked at her brother with heartache.

She paid no mind to how many of those her brother had knocked down were spitting blood and were now partially disabled.

Wu Wang sighed inwardly.

If it weren't for making the situation look somewhat reasonable, these brats thought they could get close to me? Do they really think the leader of the Heavenly Dao is just some pushover? Their speed isn't even a fraction of my brother-in-law, the God of Flowing Light's. This battle was merely a test of my ability to manage limited stamina.

Wu Wang walked towards the black robe he had thrown aside. The female Priest holding it was trembling slightly, apparently nervous.

Just as Wu Wang reached out for it, a low shout suddenly came from the crowd, "Hold on!"

Wu Wang's expression gradually turned cold. Most of the beings present frowned and looked towards the source of the voice.

A figure slowly rose into the air, hands clasped behind his back, his robe fluttering, exuding an unexpected hint of an Immortal's presence.

Martial Spirit Realm.

Sky Class candidate.

"Respected God, this battle has stirred my blood. I, too, wish to exchange pointers with the Earth Class candidate Qing Shan."

As soon as these words were spoken, the plaza erupted in commotion.

Someone shouted, "Have you no shame? A cultivator of seventy or eighty years challenging one with only a few years of practice!"

"How is this a fair fight? The Martial Spirit Realm can instantly defeat anyone in the Martial Soul Realm!"

"It's a fix! This is a fix!"

"God! They're rigging it! Please protect our Lord Qing Shan! He is the hope of our Luili Realm!"

The Liuli god watched Wu Wang with an amused expression, seemingly curious to see his reaction.

At that moment, the old Priest jumped out again, prostrating before the Liuli god, and declared loudly, "God! The Sky Class candidate should be given this chance! This will also be beneficial for this child Qing Shan's growth!"

One, Wu Wang thought.

A bearded General stepped out from the side and knelt on one knee. "Great God, Qing Shan needs a defeat today to restore the honor of all Martial Artists in the Luili Realm."

"What?" a younger Priest couldn't help but ask. "Isn't Lord Qing Shan one of our Luili Realm's Martial Artists?"

"Exactly!"

"Right!"

Several shouts came from the crowd, but when the General frowned and turned his head, the surrounding voices immediately quieted.

Two, Wu Wang noted.

"Divine Spirit!" Wang Mianjin walked out, his face cold. He knelt on one knee and said loudly, "Today, Qing Shan has already defeated three hundred opponents! Please announce his entry into the Earth Class, to become your follower! Can our Luili Realm truly not accommodate a peerless genius? Or are some people worried that such a talent protecting Lady Jin Wei will threaten their grip on power and harm the wealth they control? How much of the Martial Artist's spirit and courage do you all still possess!"

"General Wang, this young man seems to be your esteemed guest."

"Divine Spirit!"

More and more figures stood out. The Generals and Priests were now starkly divided into two factions. One comprised Wang Mianjin's original supporters or those who felt that forcing Wu Wang into a defeat was going too far. The other faction was determined to suppress this young man standing beside Jin Wei, regardless of the consequences.

And all this was happening right in front of the Liuli god…

Wu Wang secretly observed the Liuli god's expression and suddenly felt that a good show was about to unfold.

"Enough," the Liuli god suddenly spoke. The entire plaza fell silent. Her divine might was suddenly revealed, pressing down on everyone, their spiritual minds going blank.

She said, "Qing Shan, what do you say?"

"I will fight this person," Wu Wang said without hesitation. "But I hope that if I win this battle, Divine Spirit, you will grant me the authority to select candidates for the Sky Class and Earth Class."

The Liuli god couldn't help but smile, her eyes crinkling. "Interesting. Go on, then."

With that, she flicked her finger towards Wu Wang. A faint light entered his body, and Wu Wang's Spiritual Power instantly surged to its peak, his eyes flashing with keen light.

He turned to the second-rank Martial Spirit Realm candidate for the Sky Class and made a "please proceed" gesture.

The man's face was extremely awkward, yet he maintained his composure as he landed on the arena.

Just as he was about to speak, Wu Wang raised his left hand, signaling him not to bother.

"Just give it your all," Wu Wang said. "I won't hold back."

"Please."

The man clasped his hands, assumed a ready stance towards Wu Wang, and numerous Swords of Qi materialized behind him, instantly causing the atmosphere above the plaza to shift.

The Martial Spirit Realm: transcending the ordinary, stepping into the realm of Immortals.

Wu Wang, however, merely lifted a hand to rub his nose and said, "Since you all insist, I'll demonstrate a Martial Technique an old beggar gifted me years ago. Destroy!"

He suddenly shouted, his fists clenched tight, his eyes turning pitch black.

A vortex of qi erupted around him, coalescing without dispersing, transforming into a pitch-black Azure Dragon. The dragon's eyes stared intently at the Martial Spirit Realm Sky Class candidate.

The man found himself instantly unable to move, feeling as if the Azure Dragon was a tangible entity…

"Heaven!"

Wu Wang roared, looking up. His fingers clutched a few Silver Needles, and his wrist flicked subtly.

The Martial Spirit expert suddenly trembled, his aura becoming unstable.

"Rage!"

High above in the clouds, the Martial God's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected this youth to have cultivated the Martial Technique he had passed down to such a degree. This was clearly a fist art that only those at the Martial Emperor Realm should be able to execute, yet he had managed to make it look so…

"COUGH."

Wu Wang suddenly coughed. The imposing aura around him dissipated, and the pitch-black Azure Dragon behind him slowly faded.

Even the Spiritual Power he had just replenished had now mostly vanished.

The crowd below was baffled. The Martial Spirit Realm expert suddenly rolled his eyes back, tilted backward, and fainted dead away.

"It truly is a god-level Martial Technique," Wu Wang muttered to himself. "Just its presence was enough to scare this fellow unconscious. That old beggar didn't deceive me."

The Liuli god, naturally recognizing whose technique it was, said indifferently, "Don't keep calling him an 'old beggar.' That is the Martial God. This Martial Technique of yours is one of the Martial God's signature moves, which once defeated numerous Divine Spirits."

Wu Wang looked surprised, while the surrounding beings were too shocked to speak.

Then, Wu Wang asked, "Beautiful Divine Spirit, is the selection authority mine now?"

"Naturally. You won, albeit through less than honorable means."

"They pitted a Martial Spirit Realm Martial Artist against me, which hardly seems fair and square either," Wu Wang chuckled. "I'm not one to be overly rigid. Winning is what matters. Beautiful Divine Spirit, may I transfer the selection authority to someone else?"

"Of course."

Wu Wang nodded, looked towards Wang Mianjin, and smiled. "General Wang, I'll leave it to you."

Wang Mianjin's face lit up with joy. He clasped his fist in a salute to Wu Wang and quickly stepped forward.

As Wu Wang passed him, a wisp of transmitted sound entered Wang Mianjin's ear:

"Today's display in the Luili Realm has greatly disappointed the Liuli god. Who knows how many people here have been infiltrated by other Divine Realms. Revolution cannot happen without bloodshed. Behind me, there are Gods."

Wang Mianjin clenched his fists slightly, a murderous glint flickering in his eyes.