Chapter 235: The Tremor of the Soul

Who won and who lost seemed no longer important at this moment! Everyone was fixated on the twisted space in front of the two fighters, as well as that massive black hole.
It was pitch black, bottomless, like a dark sun emitting a sinister allure.
Screeching noises filled the entire arena, reaching every ear and sending chills down everyone’s spine. Were those sounds caused by the distorted space? Was the space about to collapse? All the strong fighters began to worry.
This was swordsmanship? Was this the power of swordsmanship? Could one use divine-level abilities to tear apart space? Some began to doubt. After all, techniques capable of tearing space were said to require at least the Yin Yellow realm, and those were the strongest killing moves of Yin Yellow realm warriors—also the biggest difference between them and divine-level fighters.
The space continued to turmoil. The black hole created by Rod opened and closed, exerting a terrifying suction force. The already ruined arena began to be absorbed by it.
Shards, stones… everything was drawn in, yet the black hole wasn’t satisfied at all. It gradually expanded its suction force. Those with sharp eyes saw a horrifying scene—the defensive barrier starting to blur! They were terrified. If that barrier was broken, the consequences of that black hole were unimaginable.
Ten divine-level magical beast cores quickly dimmed. Their original brilliance vanished, their colors faded, and cracks appeared on their surfaces, as if they might collapse at any moment.
The ten elders outside maintaining the barrier wore solemn expressions, struggling to hold it up with their strongest abilities. Each of them was red-faced and sweating profusely. The black hole’s absorption caused their combat energy and magical elements to drain at an alarming rate, leaving them on the verge of collapse.
Several figures flashed by, and another dozen figures rushed onto the stage to help maintain the barrier. Only with their addition did the barrier finally stabilize, offering a glimmer of hope!
Inside, the two fighters clashed; outside, the warriors fought against the black hole. This match seemed utterly bizarre.
“Brother Rod!” Aida clenched her fists tightly, staring at the resolute figure inside the arena. Her eyes reddened as she murmured to herself.
Who stirred her emotions at that moment? Who kept calling out to her in the darkness?
Who was it that kept tormenting her nerves? For whom was she worried, for whom was she growing weary?

The scene before their eyes left not only Aida but also Lilith and the others in shock, who couldn’t help but scream in horror the next moment. The space tore apart, and black holes appeared, continuously affecting the two people on the arena. Their clothes gradually tore apart, revealing their skin, which was then torn further, with blood beginning to flow from their pores. Both of their faces became grotesque, and in just a short time, blood droplets formed all over their bodies, turning them into bloodthirsty figures that were terrifying to behold. “Damn it, how is this possible…?” Sognar couldn’t help but exclaim in shock. Everyone else also cried out in astonishment—how could this happen? Why such a situation? Space tearing? Why would such a terrifying phenomenon occur to two high-tier divine-level warriors? Didn’t they know that even warriors at the Yin Huang realm wouldn’t dare to use this technique for too long? The damage to their bodies would be unimaginable, absolutely horrific. Even those at the Yin Huang realm couldn’t withstand it—what about them? Huh… All that could be heard were heavy breathing sounds. Five hundred thousand people chose silence, choosing to watch instead, with no one speaking. All that remained were their eager gazes. The situation here seemed to have drawn attention from the other arena, making that match seem dull and unremarkable. Rhode and Duan Tianren—these two should be able to compete with warriors at the Yin Huang realm, right? Just with this technique alone! “Whoever says Rhode is just a mid-tier divine-level warrior, I’ll fight them!” Someone muttered secretly. “Damn, can a mid-tier divine-level warrior really have such strength?” Someone else joined in. “Fierce… Truly fierce!” Everyone shook their heads and murmured these words in their hearts. The space was distorted to the extreme, wavering like waves. Upon closer inspection, cracks could even be seen, revealing a pure black color, just like a black hole. If the two continued fighting and caused these spatial folds to tear apart, two new, massive black holes would appear—three black holes in total. Who would have the ability to seal them? Some began to worry, some to pray. The most anxious were the people of Wuyou City. If those three black holes appeared and couldn’t be sealed in a short time, Wuyou City would suffer the greatest losses.

The Lord of Wuyou City glared hatefully at the two figures below. Could these really be humans? Who the hell knew that a simple match between two god-tier warriors would lead to such consequences?
“Interesting. Truly worthy of being the best among us, Rod. It’s getting harder and harder to gauge your strength, hehe.” In a corner of the arena, a man remained calm, smiling eagerly as he watched the two below.
“Second Prince, that Rod…” an old man beside him whispered, hesitantly.
“Don’t worry. I’m determined to win. There’s no cat that doesn’t crave blood. If what we’ve given isn’t enough, we’ll give more! As for that Duan Tianren, one of the top ten strongmen of my Water Curtain City—his reputation is well-deserved. With such strength, ranking sixth seems too unfair for him. He should at least be in the top three. When you go back, try to bring him over too. Such talent can’t be wasted!” With a wave of his hand, Guyi spoke decisively, his gaze fixed intently on the two figures below.
“Yes!” After a moment’s hesitation, the old man agreed.
If anyone was most distressed at this moment, it was the members of the Nash family and the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle family. Even the members of the Fields family felt uneasy.
The Nash family and the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle family, needless to say, felt even more disheartened after seeing Rod’s strength. With such power, it would be extremely difficult for either clan to confront him. They exchanged worried looks.
The Fields family, on the other hand, had uncertain expressions. They hadn’t expected their strongmen to be defeated in the second round by the monstrous members of the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle family. Now, seeing Rod’s overwhelming strength, they couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
Crack!
Two furious roars sounded simultaneously, after everyone had waited and worried for so long. With a sudden burst of force, two sword beams shot upward, twisting like dragons and pythons through space. The intense light once again obscured what was happening inside the arena.
All that could be felt was the shaking and collapse of the entire ground!
Boom… A terrifying explosion followed, causing the space to tremble, making everyone gasp in alarm. Could it be that space had torn apart again?
No one knew. They could only watch in silence, eyes wide open.
When the dust settled, the arena was in ruins. The ground had collapsed by at least five or six meters, with no sign of the two figures. Only a black hole hovered in midair, opening and closing. As for the spatial folds formed by their battles, perhaps due to insufficient strength, they hadn’t stretched wide enough and had already disappeared after a few ripples.
Where were they? Who had won?

What was the outcome? Did they perish together? It was inevitable that this made that person start to worry!
“Over there, over there! Both of them are there!” Someone must have been the first to spot them and shouted loudly.
Everyone immediately turned their gaze toward the cave. At that moment, both men were shirtless, standing in a pitiful state in the large cave, looking utterly disheveled and miserable.
Rod relied on the Dark Dragon to support his body, while Duan Tianren, with a glance, saw that extraordinary sword—though dim and lifeless at the moment, it still helped him stand.
The two were only about six or seven meters apart, staring at each other. After one exchange, the winner still hadn’t been determined.
But by now, they were both exhausted, unable to stand steadily, let alone fight. Hundreds of thousands of people wondered whether such a battle could continue.
Yet then, another astonishing scene unfolded: both men moved simultaneously, very slowly, limping toward each other, hoping to subdue the other with their meager strength.
A hush fell over the crowd. No one underestimated these two men anymore; their eyes held only respect—respect for the strong, respect for their sheer determination!
Everyone watched quietly, without noise. The two gradually drew closer, raised their swords with difficulty, and swung again.
A clear ringing sound came, and both men fell at the same time.
They got up again, then fell once more, repeating this cycle.
“Brother Rod! Give up! Stop fighting! Just give up!”
Whose face was wet with tears? Who was pleading heartbreakingly in front of thousands of people?
Who was clenching their fists tightly, crying out in anguish?
Not only her—everyone in the arena was stunned, awed by these two fighters, sincerely wishing them well. Countless girls couldn’t help but cry. Why did their hearts hurt so much? This battle, which made souls tremble, had captivated everyone. This was the most intense fight ever.
“Aida, calm down!” Lilith pulled Aida back, soothing her in a low voice, though her expression was filled with worry, her heart tightly clenched.
“That kid!” Even Sognar was speechless.
But no one stopped this battle. The heart of a strong person couldn’t resist or bear to stop it. Since the outcome was undecided, they had to keep fighting—what did it matter if blood stained the ground?
Finally, after falling once more, the two men never got up again. The darkness within obscured everyone’s vision, leaving only silence—a deathly silence. It made people restless. What had happened?