C25 The Rise of the Heaven's Pride

Jiang Tian's rage had undoubtedly completely ignited the atmosphere on the scene, and his aura abruptly turned cold.

Everyone in the audience looked at the two people standing in the center of the stage, as well as Jiang Wen who was forced to one knee by Jiang Nan. All of them were filled with curiosity.

After Jiang Nan easily defeated Jiang Wen's all-out attack, the mockery in the audience gradually died down. Most of them looked at Jiang Nan with a serious expression.

Among them was a white-bearded old man. He had a face covered in filth, and his black clothes were painted with strange patterns. The surrounding people all frowned as they tried to avoid the old man, but the old man ignored them all.

Seeing Jiang Nan's outstanding performance, his eyes were filled with an impulse. However, this impulse was suppressed.

"Good seed, this old man wants it."

The warm feeling was unable to be reflected by the sunlight shining down from above. Only the explosive cold auras from the three of them and the smell of the smoke that filled the air stimulated everyone's eyes.

"Haaargh!"

Facing Jiang Nan's unbridled provocation, he could not tolerate it any longer. The genius of Jiang Family could only be him, Jiang Tian, and not Jiang Nan. Jiang Tian also had to use his actions to tell everyone that Jiang Nan was a defeated opponent.

A ray of rainbow light illuminated the horizon, as if covering the sun's dazzling brilliance. In the air, the rainbow light gradually condensed into an intense spear, the ice-cold murderous intent condensing into the tip of the spear.

Looking at the spear that was formed in midair, Jiang Nan glanced at Jiang Tian with a little surprise. He said in a deep voice, "You've also learnt the clan's Transformation Spell. Looks like the First Elder treats you well."

The Transformation Art was one of the top techniques in Jiang Family, a middle grade Yellow Rank technique, ranked as one of the treasures in Jiang Family along with the Battle Explosion, and the Nine Yang Fist was the basic technique.

Not only was Jiang Nan surprised, but even Jiang Wen who had already stood up felt incredulous when he saw Jiang Tian use the Transformation Spell. For the family to hand such a precious Dou Technique to Jiang Tian, it showed that they had Jiang Tian as their inheritor.

In an instant, the meaning was obvious. He thought it was not Old Man Jiang Yintian's decision, but the Elders Guild's decision made the old man feel helpless.

Jiang Tian sneered, pursed his lips, looked at Jiang Nan's expression, and felt a burst of joy in his heart. He laughed loudly: "Haha, that's right, Jiang Nan, my Jiang Family is still the most important."

"Really?" That being the case, I … "I can only scatter your confidence." Jiang Nan glanced at Jiang Tian without changing his expression and sneered.

Following that, Jiang Nan clenched his fists. He was going to use the results he had obtained in the past half year, which was the combination of the three transformations, the Explosive Fist and the Nine Yang Fist, which he had created in his sea of consciousness.

The combination of two different fist intents consumed Jiang Nan for a long time. However, the fist art after the fusion was no longer a low-grade yellow-rank cultivation technique, but a mid-grade yellow-rank cultivation technique.

A trace of a white Venerable Power rippled outwards, and in between the Venerable Power, a fist shadow the size of a compass slowly appeared.

But the heat did not last long, and the Wind Blade that appeared on the fist shadow instantly cooled down.

The intertwined flames and Wind Blade gave off a strange aura, giving off a feeling that it was not even close to each other. However, a true expert could clearly feel the terrifying strength contained within, and it seemed to be even stronger than the spear formed by Jiang Tian's Transformation Art.

Sensing Wu Tie's shadow fist that had merged into one, Jiang Yintian suddenly stood up from his chair and subconsciously held his chair tightly. The Second Elder was also shocked and opened his mouth wide, looking at the seven-colored flame, the feeling he got familiar with was naturally Nine Yang Fist, but what about the Wind Blade?

Not only the Second Elder, other than the external experts, the rest of the Jiang Family were also in doubt. Jiang Yintian's face was congealed, his hands were trembling slightly as he looked at the stage uneasily. He truly hoped that Jiang Nan could win, then all the suffering that he had endured for the past seven years would come to an end.

"Jiang Wen, come help me." Jiang Tian felt the terrifying fist shadows formed by Jiang Nan and his heart slightly cooled down. He shouted at Jiang Wen behind him.

Hearing this, Jiang Wen did not dare to hesitate. He knew that he was no match for Jiang Nan, so he could only give his hope to Jiang Tian.

"Jiang Nan, you will have to pay a painful price for being arrogant. Watch my fight. Drink!" Jiang Wen shouted with a grave expression. He placed both of his hands on his chest and slowly formed a round and smooth body of energy. The white Dou Qi inside it gradually became rich and the round energy rose high into the sky.

"Jiang Nan, it's not too late for you to retreat."

Jiang Tian looked at Jiang Wen's full strength Dou Qi. His face also lit up a bit. Although Dou Qi wasn't as terrifying as Jiang Nan's fist shadows, it was still comparable to Jiang Wen's Transforming Spell. After all, both of them were the most precious battle skills in Jiang Family.

Jiang Nan looked at the two's confident faces and sneered. He pursed his lips and shouted, "If you really think you can defeat me with that, then you're wrong. Drink!"

The white Venerable Power burst out without reservation, and all of the energy stored in the five meridian channels congealed into white Wind Blade. Soon after, no less than a hundred Wind Blade rose into the air, and in an instant, the entire space was turned into a vacuum by the Wind Blade.

"This is …?" Old Man Jiang Yintian raised his head and looked at the hundreds of Wind Blade in the air. He was completely shocked by Jiang Nan's strength.

"What is Nan doing?" Jiang Yintian felt the terrifying energy and his expression became unnatural. He could feel the danger that the fist shadows and Wind Blade brought him.

"Jiang Wen, throw him out, don't give him a chance" Jiang Tian looked at the fist shadows in the air above Jiang Nan's head that eventually turned into a fist shadow. The surrounding Wind Blade s gave off a much more terrifying aura, as if the sun had been extinguished.

Jiang Tian panicked completely and shouted angrily at Jiang Wen.

Regardless of what Jiang Wen did, he threw the spear that condensed above his head towards Jiang Nan's chest at an extremely terrifying speed. Looking at it with the naked eye, there was only a golden arc.

"Jiang Nan, go to hell, ah! "Ahhh!" Jiang Wen clenched his fist and injected the last of his Dou Qi into the explosion. With a sudden throw, the entire horrifying transparent energy was thrown out. It chased after the lance and rushed towards Jiang Nan's chest.

Jiang Nan looked at Jiang Wen and Jiang Tian's strongest move and his face turned serious. However, when he saw the horrifying move that was about to form above his head, the nervousness in his heart finally disappeared.

"In that case, let's end it."

Just as Jiang Nan finished his sentence, a loud noise came from the arena. The white energy instantly engulfed everything, even Jiang Nan's fist shadows exploded as the Wind Blade shot out.

On the other hand, the energy from the explosion and the spear clashed against the Wind Blade.

"Quick, retreat! Danger!"

The First Elder watched the three of them being surrounded by a frightening white-colored Dou Qi. Everything was swallowed. His expression finally changed drastically as he cried out explosively to everyone below the arena.

"Let's go." It was unknown who shouted this, but everyone scattered in an instant. They turned their heads to look at the energy explosion that could wipe out everything, and their eyes were covered with a trace of trembling.

"Patriarch, come quickly and help me."

The Great Elder felt a terrifying energy. It seemed like it was getting more and more intense. It was not something he could control. Thus, he looked towards Jiang Yintian imploringly.

Jiang Yintian didn't hesitate as he jumped into the air. He threw a punch towards the white warrior energy.

The Head Elder struck out his palm, following the direction of the fist shadows, falling into the bursting energy. There came the sound of thunder again, shaking the entire world.

Bang...

As the terrifying shockwave struck, the two of them quickly put their fists in front of their chest to block it. However, they were still pushed back a few steps by the white energy.

The First Elder's face was pale as he looked at the gradually dissipating energy. His eyes finally revealed a trace of lingering fear. Jiang Yintian had a serious expression on his face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the stage.

He could never have imagined that this terrifying scene was actually created by his grandson. The one that truly shook him was not that fist, but that white Wind Blade. Jiang Yintian had a question mark in his heart.

After a long while, the exploding energy finally disappeared and the white fog also drifted with the wind. Everyone looked at the arena once again and a trace of fear finally appeared on their faces.

The three people on the field were still there, but one of them was standing, while the other two fell.

The person standing in the middle of the crowd had black robes and long hair fluttering in the wind. He was like a demon god as he coldly raised his head and stared at the sky.

The clothes of the two men who fell were completely torn, and their hideous wounds were completely stained with blood.

"You all … "He lost."

The black-clothed figure looked up into the sky, no longer looking at the two who had fallen, and instead indifferently said.

Instantly, a wave of shocked voices exploded out from the arena.

"That is … "Jiang Nan won."

"It's Jiang Nan. It seems that the Heaven's Pride of Jiang Family is undoubtedly Jiang Nan."

"Hehe, like I said, why is Jiang Nan a trash?"

… ….

Hearing the discussions on the field, Jiang Nan pursed his lips in disdain. If he did not win, he would have received even more intense humiliation and not such praise.

The human heart was this kind of hypocrisy.

"Cough, cough …"

A long while later, a sound rang out from the battleground once again. It was the sound of a heavily injured cough. The blue clothed figure who had barely managed to stand up, and his pale face caused everyone to feel disbelief.

"Jiang Tian, you've lost. You've been mocked countless times by a piece of trash. Hehe, don't you think it's funny?" Jiang Nan looked at the young man who supported himself and stood up. Finally, he sneered and asked.

Jiang Tian wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and held onto his chest that was in extreme pain. Hearing Jiang Nan's ridicule, he bitterly smiled, self-deprecatingly curled his lips, and silently walked off the stage.

As for Jiang Wen, he had long been unconscious, and his life or death was unknown. As he was carried away by Jiang Moyuan with a gloomy expression, he glared at Jiang Nan and disappeared from the field.

Jiang Nan's face was cold as he watched the three of them disappear. He puffed out his chest and looked at the crowd below the stage. A trace of domineering expression appeared on his cold face as he shouted, "From today onwards, anyone who brings up the word 'trash' again, kill!"

Boom! A terrifying energy surged out from Jiang Nan's body. The entire space was filled with the smell of death, causing everyone on the scene to retreat a few steps, not daring to make a sound.

Jiang Yintian looked at his grandson and finally couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. For a moment, he was full of tears.

He knew that his Jiang Family would continue to shine brilliantly only because he had a grandson that he was proud of, and that was Jiang Nan.

Jiang Ling'er, wearing a plain white dress, raised her head and stared blankly at the black clad youth who was standing on the stage. A complicated look appeared in her eyes as she muttered to herself, "You really succeeded?" "Then what should I do?"

As she spoke, a few pearls appeared in her eyes and fell to the ground.