C29 Hundred Battle Emperor!!

Three days had passed, and Du Shaomu had yet to emerge from the Martial Divine Domain.

The area around the Martial Divine Domain and the Battlestage was swarming with spectators.

On the vast plaza's Battlestage, only two figures stood, lending an air of solitude to the scene.

Yet, the fervor encircling the Battlestage soared sky-high.

The crowd's eyes blazed with intensity, their hearts surging with emotion, their excitement palpable.

This marked Dugu Qiubai's hundredth duel.

Over the course of three days, this enigmatic warrior named Dugu Qiubai had achieved the unbelievable feat of winning ninety-nine bouts.

Among those vanquished were martial cultivators of the ninth Martial Master Stage—no small adversaries!

From the shock of Dugu Qiubai's first victory three days ago to today's centennial match, the onlookers' gazes had shifted to a mix of awe and profound admiration.

Defeating a third-level Martial Master with just a first-level Martial Master Stage was astounding enough, but to have bested countless ninth-level Martial Masters and to have triumphed in ninety-nine consecutive matches was nothing short of miraculous. Was this the descent of a war deity?

At this point, the Battlestage was devoid of challengers bold enough to face him.

"Five hundred thousand Grade One Elemental Crystal Stones on the line for the hundredth battle. Can Dugu Qiubai claim victory once more?"

"It seems unlikely. Teng Yu is probably at the peak of the ninth Martial Master Stage, and what's more, Dugu Qiubai has already fought ninety-nine battles. An ordinary person would have succumbed to such exhaustion by now. The disparity between a first-level and a peak ninth-level Martial Master Stage is simply too vast."

The crowd murmured among themselves, both astonished by Dugu Qiubai and inhaling sharply at the thought.

The hundredth battle loomed, with a daunting gap in cultivation and a tremendous toll taken.

For Dugu Qiubai to secure another win in this hundredth battle would be no easy feat.

Du Shaomu stood on the stage, his complexion pale. For three days and nights, he had fought incessantly through ninety-nine battles, initially limiting his opponents to sixth-level Martial Masters, but later lifting all restrictions. To have continuously defeated ninety-nine opponents was a herculean task, especially for someone of only the first Martial Master Stage.

"I must admit, you're a prodigy, but today, your journey ends before me!"

Teng Yu spoke up. He was Du Shaomu's hundredth challenger, having wagered a hefty sum of five hundred thousand Grade One Elemental Crystal Stones.

With the appearance of someone in his late teens, Teng Yu's long hair billowed behind him as he stood tall and muscular. As a peak ninth-level Martial Master, he was confident in his ability to take down his opponent.

"Make your move," Du Shaomu said tersely. He had endured a hundred consecutive battles to test and hone himself. While he retained the mindset from his past life, his body was undeniably at the true Martial Master Stage. Each battle, with stakes starting at ten thousand Elemental Crystal Stones and now reaching half a million, was an opportunity not just for profit but for growth.

His past life was behind him; he was a rookie now, and a cash-strapped one at that. Opportunities to earn money and sharpen his skills were few and far between.

"Then I'll show no mercy!" Teng Yu declared, fixing his gaze on Du Shaomu. The presence of this proud, unbeatable warrior before him was cause for concern, yet he was given the chance to strike first.

With a hiss, Teng Yu launched into action. His fingers curled into a tight fist, channeling a faint black, earth-attributed Yuan Power that cloaked his fist, causing it to swell and form a massive imprint. His eyes flashed fiercely as he hurled himself at Du Shaomu, accompanied by the whistling of the wind.

Du Shaomu, sensing the incoming punch, knew well the vast difference between the ninth level of the Martial Master Stage and the lower tiers. With a slight lift of his brow, he stomped the ground, releasing a surge of Yuan Power that propelled him backward, effortlessly neutralizing the attack.

"Good!" exclaimed some onlookers, their keen eyes recognizing Du Shaomu's seemingly effortless dodge as the work of someone seasoned in real combat, far beyond the skill level of a novice.

Teng Yu's expression shifted as he watched his punch dissolve. He advanced again, his speed increasing sharply as he transformed his fist into a palm and thrust it forward.

This rapid adaptation was proof enough that Teng Yu was no ordinary fighter.

Du Shaomu stood his ground this time, calmly watching the oncoming palm strike. With deliberate slowness, he lifted his hand and clenched his fingers into a fist, launching a powerful punch that collided with the attack. Above his fist, green energy coalesced into a triangular cone.

"You're a wood attribute martial cultivator too!"

Teng Yu's face underwent another transformation upon witnessing Du Shaomu's punch. Over the past three days, Dugu Qiubai had revealed both earth and fire elemental energies, and now a third type. This confirmed that he was indeed a tri-attribute martial cultivator.

It was common knowledge that possessing multiple attributes was indicative of superior talent.

Dual-attribute martial cultivators were exceedingly rare, but tri-attribute ones were as scarce as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

The emergence of a tri-attribute martial cultivator would cause major sects like the Heavenly Martial Sect to vie for them, offering a place as an inner sect disciple without the need for any assessments.

"Boom!"

Fist met palm, and the resulting low thud sent Teng Yu stumbling back over ten steps before he could regain his footing. When his gaze returned to Du Shaomu, it held no trace of the previous disdain, only sheer astonishment.

Du Shaomu, too, was pushed back several steps. Being at the first level of the Martial Master Stage and having fought ninety-nine consecutive battles had taken its toll, though he was far from the disheveled state of his opponent.

"What strength!"

"Well done!"

The clash was brief, but it ignited the crowd into a frenzy of thunderous applause and cheers, rallying behind Du Shaomu.

There was no question that after ninety-nine bouts in three days, the name Dugu Qiubai had garnered a legion of devoted fans.

"Truly unexpected!"

The self-proclaimed 'world's number one handsome man,' this stout observer, had been watching the battles for three days straight. His eyes, narrowed to slits, reflected an ever-growing astonishment as he watched Du Shaomu.

"Fight!"

After a brief pause, a chill flashed in Teng Yu's eyes. Unleashing the full might of a ninth-level pinnacle Martial Master, he summoned a golden long spear. With the agility of a cheetah and wrapped in metallic elemental energy, he, a dual-attribute martial cultivator, stamped the ground and charged directly at Du Shaomu.

"Swish..."

With a man and his spear at the ready, the tip glowed with a brilliant golden light, striking out like a golden python, its presence sharp and formidable.

Teng Yu was determined to end the battle swiftly, unleashing his full power to take down Dugu Qiubai. Hesitation could lead to unexpected complications, especially since his opponent had already triumphed in ninety-nine consecutive battles, of which Teng Yu had observed more than a dozen.

"He's wielding a weapon now!"

The sudden shift in the battle elicited gasps from the crowd.

Teng Yu, at the pinnacle of the ninth Martial Master Stage, had resorted to using a weapon against a mere first-level Martial Master.

In that moment, with the golden spear in hand, Teng Yu's overwhelming might was palpable even from a distance.

Like a python, the spear exuded a formidable power and a piercing aura, the air around it whistling sharply. The fierce gusts tossed Du Shaomu's hair, revealing his deep-set eyes.

"Swish..."

The spear, swift as a golden python, struck like lightning, piercing Du Shaomu's chest. Spectators around the Battlestage gasped in shock.

Yet, no blood gushed from Du Shaomu's chest; his form simply shattered like a mirror.

"Not good!"

A profound unease surged within Teng Yu, sending chills down his spine and raising the hairs on his neck.

Simultaneously, Du Shaomu materialized beside Teng Yu, ghost-like. With a flick of his right hand, a dark finger strike shot into Teng Yu's abdomen amidst the stunned onlookers.

It was the Inch Dragon Finger technique from Du Shaomu's past life, its layered Qi surging ever stronger, relentlessly targeting Teng Yu's Dantian. With both mystery and ferocity, it obliterated his core.

"Puff..."

As the crowd watched in horror, Teng Yu coughed up blood, stumbling backward until he half-knelt on the ground, the golden spear planted beside him as he struggled to steady himself.

"Impossible, how can this be? How could I possibly lose to you!"

Teng Yu's disbelief was palpable, and as he stared at Du Shaomu once more, his eyes were filled with shock and fear, adding a sinister twist to his otherwise handsome features.

"Boom!"

At that very moment, above the Battlestage, the void suddenly roiled as a gust of wind surged and a mysterious, dazzling light descended. It seemed to traverse time and space, instantly shrouding Du Shaomu in its brilliance.

The light wrapped around him, resplendent and enigmatic, filling the air with an immense, ancient aura. A formidable pressure accompanied it, causing the onlookers to quake with fear, their bodies nearly collapsing.

High above, a massive stone tablet emerged, its surface gleaming. Inscribed upon it in glowing letters were the words: 'Dugu Qiubai, undefeated in a hundred battles, ascends beyond his rank, the Sovereign of a Hundred Battles!'