Chapter 1227 The Barbarian King

w.a.n.g Wei sat comfortably in a chair with a list in his hands, which contained the resources he could exchange in this Battle PaG.o.da. As someone with 5000 victories, he's ent.i.tled to 5000 Battle Points and an additional 5000 points for a perfect winning streak.

'Most of the resources are not rare. However, the fact he could get his hands on them in this place, and possibly on a large scale, is proof of the Barbarian King's ability,' w.a.n.g Wei commented.

'However, a few things are eye-raising.' He saw Heaven Wills on the list as exchangeable resources. 'Could this place also give birth to Heaven Wills?' He immediately denied this. If this were true, the top lineages would do everything they could to conquer this place.

'Maybe he has deep connections, including with the pavilions,' w.a.n.g Wei summarized. His eyes s.h.i.+fted to what genuinely caught his attention on the list. "What is the effect of the Battle Temple?" He was curious since this was the priciest thing on the list, requiring Battle Points per hour to access.

"I'm sorry, sir, but only people on the fourth floor are privy to this information," replied a well-mannered woman with blue hair, a white robe, and a rea.s.suring smile.

"That's fine. Anyway, let's get this over with."

"It's good to be confident," the receptionist replied with a businesslike smile. After reviewing footage of your battles, we've granted you the t.i.tle [Domineering Fist]."

'Cliche, and a little bit cringe, but that's fine since it's not that important in the grand scheme of things,' w.a.n.g Wei thought.

'No reaction?' thought the receptionist. "Do you want to climb immediately or rest in the housing area?"

"I have some people with me, so let's rest first."

"As you wish."

Someone led w.a.n.g Wei to a mansion on this floor. He let all these women stay there while he observed the house. He sensed something, so he closed his eyes.

'This house provides a small blessing to comprehending the Grand Dao Source,' he a.n.a.lyzed. 'I'm starting to get a bigger picture of the Barbarian King.'

The next day, w.a.n.g Wei started his first match on the first floor. According to the rules, he might have to experience one or multiple battles to determine whether to ascend to the second floor, and the exact criteria are unknown to anyone. Although this seems unfair, w.a.n.g Wei had no complaints.

His first opponent was a strange Dao Ancestor Insurgent who held a s.h.i.+eld in his left hand and a curved sword in his right with the t.i.tle of [The Elusive Guard]. The two stared at each other as a number manifested between Heaven and Earth to serve as a countdown.

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w.a.n.g Wei appeared before the man and punched him. "Hmm? You actually evaded it?" Although he was not trying, not just anybody could evade his attack. "How did you do it?" The Elusive Guard's body trembled as these two gray eyes looked at him up and down; he felt naked as all his secrets became an open book.

"Reading the electrical impulses of my body to predict my movements? No, not just the electrical impulses, but a unique aura that they create," w.a.n.g Wei uttered, "Quite the decent technique." w.a.n.g Wei moved, and before his opponent could react, he knocked him out. His win ratio increased, and after waiting for a few seconds, he ascended to the second layer.

In this battle, he faced an Insurgent Immortal Sovereign with a unique Qi called the Immortal Army Qi, which allowed him to summon a large quant.i.ty of Immortal Venerables. Of course, someone of w.a.n.g Wei's caliber does not care about numbers. However, this Qi was not so simple as it allowed its user to fuse these summons into more powerful ent.i.ties, and the summons were immortal as long as their summoners were alive, conscious, and had enough Qi. Additionally, the summons also had decent techniques similar to the first floor.

This battle was more tedious than challenging. The paG.o.da's power hid the whereabouts of the summoner, forcing w.a.n.g Wei to fight a few rounds before he found his opponent and ended the charade. On the third floor, he faced an a.s.sa.s.sin. They fought in a misty s.p.a.ce, and the environment was designed to give his opponent the advantage.

On the fourth layer, w.a.n.g Wei headed directly to the Battle Temple. He found himself before a large bronze mural with drawings of people fighting. The mural had no easily discernible aura, but it felt ancient and powerful. w.a.n.g Wei closed his eyes and immediately felt his mind even more active than usual; ideas and thoughts flashed around at an alarming speed.

'So, that's what it is,' w.a.n.g Wei thought with a smile. 'I've been thinking about improving my techniques, and Fate sends me this place.' The Battle Temple's sole purpose was to help people create better techniques or battle skills; that's why the previous challengers all had decent techniques despite mostly being loose cultivators with no foundation and not being unparalleled geniuses.

w.a.n.g Wei lost himself in the act of upgrading his techniques when he was suddenly interrupted. "Not enough Battle Points? What a shame." He was annoyed that he had to stop; the process of creating/upgrading his technique was never so fluent, smooth, and daresay easy.

He exhaled: 'No need to be upset. Once I defeat the Barbarian King, this place will be mine to use as I see fit.' After knowing what was waiting for him, w.a.n.g Wei speed ran through the next challenges. He had to face Empyrean from the seventh floor and battle more than once before ascending, but nothing could stop him. The only battle he paid attention to was on the ninth floor when he faced a series of battle puppets, the last one of which even forced him to use 50% of his strength.

After pa.s.sing the ninth floor, the paG.o.da became lively. It's been a while since someone had reached the tenth floor, meaning the Barbarian King hadn't displayed his might in a while. So, this battle suddenly became grandiose. Everyone in the paG.o.da and outside gathered to experience this major event. People bet on who was going to win, and of course, the majority favored the Barbarian King. The official gambling hall of the paG.o.da focused on specific bets, for example, how long will w.a.n.g Wei last. Or whether he'll be able to injure the Barbarian King in the slightest.

w.a.n.g Wei floated in the air with his arms crossed, ignoring all the whispers outside. He was interested in an opponent like the Barbarian King, and luckily, he did not have to wait long. A s.p.a.ce crack appeared in front of him to spew a towering, muscular man.

The Barbarian King was 3.5 meters, making him a small giant compared to w.a.n.g Wei's 1.95 meters. His braided hair made his face fierce but with a hint of suaveness. The Barbarian King wore a simple black robe but did not put on the top, leaving his upper torso bare, showing his intimidating physique. His muscles were so defined that it could be said his muscles had muscles.

Above him, a win-lose ratio of 2349 to 0 manifested. This ratio might appear small, but considering the high requirements for the ninth floor, it was actually impressive that so many people finally received the opportunity to face him.

"Hmm? A Barbarian with a Giant Race bloodline?" w.a.n.g Wei commented. "What a strange combination. This battle might be interesting." As soon as he laid eyes on this person, he knew he was a worthy adversary. The Barbarian King was a peak Indestructible Empyrean that achieved [Limit Indestructibility].

'His Body-Will Fusion is already in the Advanced Stage, one step from perfection,' w.a.n.g Wei thought, and his eyes immediately shone. 'This man is an unparalleled genius.'

"Interesting indeed," The Barbarian King spoke, his voice deep but also rea.s.suring. "I thought this would just be a match to display my power after so long. But you might be a truly worthy opponent."

"I'm honored," w.a.n.g Wei said without any signs of respect whatsoever. He released his aura, and the Barbarian King grinned, showing his rows of white teeth before also doing the same. Their aura clash twisted the void, and the crowd watching went wild. The battle countdown ended, and w.a.n.g Wei rushed forward.

Boom!

His body flew backward, cras.h.i.+ng through a few mountains. He had to use his superb control of force to reduce the attack's effect and stop himself from continuing. He looked at the right side of his body, and it was gone. It calmly regenerated as he sighed.

'As expected,' he sighed. The Barbarian King had reached the peak of 10 Heavens while he was still in the third. Additionally, this monster had the bloodline of the Giant Race while being a barbarian meaning strength was his strong suit.

The Barbarian King laughed as he appeared before w.a.n.g Wei. "You have it! The madness of truly talented body refiners who wish to test the limit of their bodies against anything and anyone. It's been a while since I met another kin."