One Punch Man

One Punch Man . . .

A chilling cry echoed through the arena, freezing the hearts of onlookers. Jun Mengchen's body had succumbed to the encroaching blood poison, rendering him a horrifying shade of black. Panic and despair spread among the crowd as they witnessed this grim transformation.

In the blink of an eye, the mysterious young man unleashed a powerful Blackblood Palm Imprint, crashing it against Jun Mengchen's already weakened form. The impact sent him hurtling through the air, hastening the poison's corrosive effects.

Shockwaves of disbelief rippled through the audience. But among the spectators from the Cloud Prefecture, Qin Wentian and Zi Qingxuan were the first to react. They shot up from their seats, their bodies radiating an intense, bone-chilling coldness. Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with a dangerous sharpness, his aura brimming with a palpable intent to kill.

"Deepflame Immortal King!" Qin Wentian's voice sliced through the turmoil, revealing his realization of the sinister plot behind the young man's actions. It was clear that the Deepflame Immortal King had more than just a vendetta against him; he wanted Jun Mengchen's life. The young man's expertise in blood poison made it nearly impossible to defend against his deadly techniques. The Deepflame Immortal King had orchestrated this to secure Jun Mengchen's demise, and it was no longer merely a matter of defeating him in combat.

What stoked Qin Wentian's anger even further was that the Deepflame Immortal King was clearly at odds with him, yet Jun Mengchen's sarcastic response had invited the Deepflame Immortal King's wrath, prompting him to unleash his personal disciple on the battlefield.

"Mengchen, surrender!" Qin Wentian's urgent cry resonated through the arena, but as Jun Mengchen struggled to rise from the ground, his body appeared frozen, his organs corroding away. He was powerless to muster any strength.

"No!" Jun Mengchen's eyes burned with unyielding determination, locked onto the approaching young man.

The young man was shrouded in a sinister blood light, his blackened palm poised to strike again as he advanced toward Jun Mengchen.

"Mengchen, please, concede! There's another chance!" Qin Wentian's plea grew more desperate. Jun Mengchen's condition left no room for further combat, and the young man would undoubtedly seize this opportunity to end his life.

"Never!" Jun Mengchen's eyes blazed with madness, his resolve unwavering.

"It seems my prediction was accurate; he's destined to meet his end on the battlefield." Zuyu from the Battle Heavens Immortal Manor sneered, a cruel smile on his face.

His words incited fury in Qin Wentian, whose eyes turned glacial as he locked onto Zuyu. The force of his steps created a deafening boom, causing tables to explode around him. Zuyu, an eighth-level ascendant, faced Qin Wentian's wrath with unwavering confidence.

"Hehe, can't bear to hear the truth, can you? Your junior brother's death is inevitable. As for you, survival today is doubtful. You, who are so arrogant and brazen without understanding your place, will meet a bitter end," a cold voice chimed in, belonging to none other than Gu Zhantian, an expert from a prominent power in the Cloud Prefecture.

Explosions resonated in quick succession as chaos erupted among those seated in the Cloud Prefecture's section. Qin Wentian, Zi Qingxuan, and Ghost Saber Mu Yan were all engulfed in seething rage, their collective fury unleashing a storm of destruction.

A thunderous voice roared, piercing the air like a bolt of lightning, leaving Qin Wentian, Zi Qingxuan, and Mu Yan quivering involuntarily. The Deepflame Immortal King's words reverberated through their minds, scolding them for their insolence and lack of respect for the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. His stern rebuke was a stark reminder of their place in this prestigious gathering, and it left no room for defiance.

Qin Wentian's gaze, like a cold, sharpened blade, pierced the Deepflame Immortal King, but he quickly turned his attention back to the platform, where Jun Mengchen's life hung in the balance.

"Don't worry about me, senior brother," Jun Mengchen reassured Qin Wentian, his eyes brimming with determination. A divine radiance enveloped him, and behind him, the formidable figure of a war god's divinity materialized, guarding him like a vigilant sentinel. Leaning into the protective aura, Jun Mengchen closed his eyes.

The poison-wielding adversary advanced, closing in on Jun Mengchen. With an explosive burst of speed, he launched a devastating attack, his black blood palm imprint descending upon Jun Mengchen's head. Yet, the divine guardian behind Jun Mengchen roared with fury, releasing a turbulent force aimed at obliterating the young assailant.

"Puchi..." In an instant, the adversary imploded, dodging the attack, and a cascade of bloody light filled the air. Countless blood clones materialized, obscuring which was the true body.

Spectators watched with bated breath, their hearts heavy with anticipation and dread. It seemed like Jun Mengchen's fate was sealed, and many felt a deep sense of regret. Such a gifted young man should have easily advanced to the top twenty, but he now faced death by blood poison.

Qin Wentian and Zi Qingxuan were on the edge of their seats, their eyes locked onto the unfolding battle. The carefree young man who had shared a joke with them moments ago now teetered on the brink of death. It was a stark and unsettling contrast, filling Qin Wentian's heart with discomfort. He couldn't bear to see harm befall his junior brother, a beacon of positivity and potential.

In contrast, Zuyu and Gu Zhantian reveled in Jun Mengchen's peril, cold laughter escaping their lips. Their wish was clear: they desired Jun Mengchen's swift demise.

The poison-wielding adversary, shrouded in darkness and secrecy, continued his relentless approach. Unlike many other supreme heaven-chosen participants, he had chosen to remain in the shadows, keeping a low profile. However, his deadly prowess was now revealed for all to see. Jun Mengchen had fallen prey to his blood poison after just one exchange, and Jun Mengchen had initiated the attack.

None dared provoke such a formidable opponent. Even among immortal kings, he was feared like a mortal would fear venomous snakes and scorpions. None would willingly cross paths with him.

"Was it Deepflame who ordered your attempt on my life?" Jun Mengchen's gaze remained fixed on the figures before him. Unfazed by the imminent danger, he openly spoke the name of the Deepflame Immortal King, a trace of wild madness gleaming in his eyes.

This was Jun Mengchen's character—a man who wore his heart on his sleeve among friends, and an unyielding, brutal warrior on the battlefield. He harbored no fear, freely speaking his mind. Despite the debilitating poison, his audacity remained unshaken.

Indeed, the Deepflame Immortal King furrowed his brow upon hearing Jun Mengchen's words. This young man seemed determined to court death. At this point, he should have succumbed obediently. Why did he persist in spouting such words of defiance?

Within the heart of the Deepflame Immortal King, a cold disdain simmered. His countenance remained unyielding, revealing none of the turbulent thoughts coursing beneath the surface. He intended to impart a harsh lesson to Jun Mengchen, one that would remind the impetuous youth that in a world ruled by strength, recklessness and arrogance often led to a brutal reckoning. This world favored the strong, and being hot-blooded without a calculated approach could result in a swift demise. This punishment was not only meant for Jun Mengchen; it was a message to Qin Wentian as well. It conveyed who held the reins of power and authority, underscoring that talent alone did not guarantee safety.

Jun Mengchen, however, responded with maniacal laughter, defying the looming threat of death. His audacity left spectators baffled and amazed. This young man, even on the brink of peril, refused to bow down.

"Do you believe you can end me? How pitiful. A poison expert like you will meet your demise today," Jun Mengchen taunted, his words injecting a note of unpredictability into the atmosphere. He appeared truly unshaken, even in the face of impending doom.

The young poison user calmly retorted, "Let us see how you meet your end." His voice was followed by the synchronized movements of his numerous clones, unleashing a torrent of blood-red energy that surged toward Jun Mengchen. The blackblood palm imprints carried an insidious corrosion power, their swishing sounds filling the air.

"DIE!" Jun Mengchen's battle cry resonated, and his body radiated an intense, eye-piercing beam. His massive war god divinity behind him began to fracture, releasing a supreme energy that enveloped him as he unleashed a devastating punch, armored in the might of a king.

In that moment, Jun Mengchen appeared as the sovereign of all living beings, a radiant king whose presence was blinding. His punch generated a beam of kingly light, hurtling toward his opponent.

"BOOM!"

The thunderous explosion reverberated as the entire space trembled under the force of Jun Mengchen's punch. The dazzling light forced onlookers to shield their eyes, but they could faintly perceive the disintegration of the numerous clones and the true body of Jun Mengchen's adversary. In an instant, every presence before him shattered, obliterated by the tremendous power of his punch. No clones remained, and not a trace of his opponent lingered.

As the intense beam of light dissipated, Jun Mengchen's radiance waned. His phantom, once formidable, gradually faded away. Jun Mengchen himself sat limp, his entire form now black. No hint of red blood could be seen on him, and the disciple of the Absolute Poison Immortal King had been reduced to nothing, obliterated by a single punch.

The spectators stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The auras of several immortal kings fluctuated, their gazes converging on Jun Mengchen. Moments later, profound shock flickered in their eyes.

"What in the world was that?" The immortal kings had never encountered such a phenomenon before, struggling to discern the nature of Jun Mengchen's final attack. Was it a form of energy, an innate technique, a manifestation of his constellation's power, or the influence of his bloodline?

"What kind of power was that?" Even the Deepflame Immortal King and the Absolute Poison Immortal King, veterans of countless battles, were left puzzled. Jun Mengchen seemed fundamentally different from others, raising questions about the source of his inexplicable strength.

Could it be an unearthly physique, defying the boundaries of known capabilities? The immortal kings contemplated this possibility, but they remained uncertain, for they had never before witnessed such an enigmatic display of power. Jun Mengchen harbored a profound secret, one that defied conventional understanding.