Chapter 777: The Arena

The Wuguo tribe’s wrestling arena was not some towering structure of any kind, but rather an open space surrounded by mountains, roughly a hundred li in diameter, which could be called a plain.
To accommodate giants hundreds of zhang tall, or even thousands of zhang tall, and let them compete, such a large area was necessary.
The ground had been treated with magic, making it stronger than any stone material in the Immortal Realm. Yet, large pits and depressions could still be seen—left by their falls.
Ju Li brought hundreds of Wuguo warriors of varying strengths, allowing Su Che to choose his opponents at will. Even more warriors came upon hearing the news, eager to witness the strength of their lord. In fact, none of the Wuguo warriors minded being chosen by Su Che; they were all eager to take on the challenge.
The Wuguo tribe feared no battles, nor did they fear losing—they simply enjoyed the thrill and excitement of competition.
The winner gained glory, and the loser was not mocked; only the timid were despised.
Even among Wuguo warriors of the same height of hundreds of zhang, their strengths varied greatly, ranging from the early stage of Golden Immortal to the late stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal.
But Su Che couldn’t distinguish them so clearly and could only rely on Tian Yin for guidance.
“Help me find one at the early stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal,” Su Che silently transmitted to Tian Yin.
“Are you sure?”
Though she didn’t underestimate him, Tian Yin was still surprised. He was only at the middle stage of Mysterious Immortal, and it was already astonishing that he dared challenge a Golden Immortal-level warrior. Now he wanted to challenge a Wuguo warrior at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level?
It should be noted that this “at the same level” was just a vague concept. If Wuguo and Immortal warriors of the same rank fought, the transformed Wuguo warriors would be much harder to deal with—just their bodies hundreds of zhang tall provided enough defense that their opponents might not even be able to bite or scratch them.
“Do you need me to say it again?”
Su Che glared at Tian Yin, implying: Dare you question your man’s strength? Be careful—family discipline awaits.
Tian Yin smiled faintly and pointed to several Wuguo warriors: “They’re all suitable.”
“Take him.”
Su Che flew over and pointed at one of them, responding to Ju Li.
“Oh?”
Ju Li was clearly stunned. He turned to look at Tian Yin, as if asking, Do you plan to kill him or what?
Of course, he wouldn’t spare Su Che’s face. He simply ordered the Wuguo warrior, “Don’t kill him.”
Then, Ju Li announced loudly, “With his Mysterious Immortal cultivation, our lord challenges our warrior Baru.”

With a voice that could penetrate thousands of miles, more witches would surely arrive upon hearing the news.
Whoosh…
Many loud voices filled the air, all expressing that the gap in strength between the two competitors in this contest was truly enormous.
According to the strength classification standards of the Immortal Realm, the difference between them was two major realms and five minor levels—quite unbelievable.
While it was possible for a witch to defeat an opponent across realms, it could never exceed the same major realm; at most, it might be possible for someone in the early stage of Golden Immortal to defeat one in the middle stage.
This was simply absurd.
Some people speculated, “Could it be that the Lord of the Command intends to lose deliberately, choosing to lose to someone much stronger so as not to lose face?”
“If that’s the case, it won’t be interesting at all—there won’t be any suspense!”
“It’s just a wrestling match. What does it matter if you lose? Why use such tactics?”
Some witches muttered unhappily, even looking down on this Lord of the Command.
Su Che, through his divine sense, could hear all these discussions, but he paid no attention and flew into the wrestling arena on his own. With a voice as powerful as his strength, he shouted at his opponent, “Warrior Baru, don’t underestimate me. If you don’t transform, you’ll lose miserably.”
“Wahaha…”
Many witches burst into laughter, and Baru laughed too. It was like that joke: an ant points at an elephant and threatens, “Don’t come closer, or I might trip you.”
“Then it’s up to you,” Su Che said with a smirk.
A warrior like Baru could only unleash his full strength, equivalent to the early stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal, after transforming. In his current form, with a normal height and build, he could at most exert the strength of the late stage of Golden Immortal.
Su Che’s warning was purely out of kindness—he wanted to fight fairly. If the other party refused to accept it and preferred to suffer, then let him have his way.
Like Su Che, Warrior Baru soared into the air and flew to the center of the arena.
As soon as both fighters entered the arena, whether in the air or on the ground, the match began, and they could strike at will.
When he got closer, with a hundredfold strength boost, Su Che rushed forward…
“Ah?”
Baru immediately realized that Su Che’s strength had exploded—just like a witch’s transformation.
“No good!”
It was too late to transform now. Su Che was already close, swinging a punch.

Not to mention Baru being suddenly shocked, even Jugu Li and Tianyin were greatly surprised. They could clearly sense that Su Che’s strength had soared hundreds of times in an instant—a rise that no transformation of the Witch Clan could compare to. What kind of ability was this?
Boom!
Baru swung his arm to block Su Che’s punch but instantly felt that the force of the punch was unstoppable. His own strength was like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar—completely unable to offer any resistance—as Su Che’s punch sent him flying straight to the chest.
That single punch sent Baru flying away, while Su Che rushed after him, delivering another palm strike to his forehead, followed almost simultaneously by a kick to his back.
Swish!
Baru was kicked dozens of miles away and crashed heavily to the ground, right where he had been standing before entering the arena.
Where he came from, there he returned!
After landing, Baru remained motionless, passing out. Even though he was a warrior of the Witch Clan, as long as he had a brain, he could be knocked out. Of course, Su Che had held back; otherwise, that palm strike to the forehead would have taken his life.
One punch, one palm strike, one kick—and one warrior of the Witch Clan was taken care of.
Floating high in the air, Su Che shouted at them, “This doesn’t count. Anyone else who dares underestimate me!”
Most of the Witch Clan warriors were stunned by this completely unexpected outcome. Only one warrior, roughly on par with Baru, reacted fastest. With a rumbling sound, he transformed into a giant towering a thousand feet tall and strode rapidly into the wrestling arena.
The other warriors who were slower regretted their delay and could only shout, “Batu! You stole the initiative! Wait for me!”
Although Baru had lost, he couldn’t scare away any of the Witch Clan warriors. What had happened was just too unexpected. The true strength Su Che displayed only fueled the warriors’ desire to fight even more, all wanting to experience firsthand just how hard his punches really were.
As soon as they met, Su Che clashed with Batu. Batu’s mountain-sized fists met Su Che’s smaller fists in a head-on collision of pure force.
Of course, it wasn’t the fists colliding directly, but rather the powerful Witch energy and Su Che’s chaotic energy clashing together.
Boom!
After that single strike, Su Che, floating in the air, was sent flying back nearly a thousand feet, while Batu was also pushed back over a thousand feet with several powerful steps.
On the surface, it seemed like a tie, but in reality, Su Che had the upper hand. Since he was in the air, he had almost no way to use any support to stop his retreat. Meanwhile, Batu, standing on solid ground, could absorb some of the impact force with each step he took.

Su Che thought to himself, “As expected. Even at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, the Witch Clan is far more formidable than immortals.” With the current hundred-fold enhancement, it was no problem to brutally attack an immortal at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, but dealing with Batu required more effort. Yet, that’s what made it truly satisfying! “Again!” Su Che and Batu roared almost simultaneously and charged at each other once more, their fists colliding with full force. This time, Su Che unleashed his entire strength without holding back in the slightest. After the collision, they were both pushed back over a thousand zhang again, while Batu, despite taking several heavy steps, still couldn’t stop retreating and ended up sitting on the ground with a thud. “Hahaha…” The Witch Clan members laughed together. Although they saw their own people knocked down by just one human like Su Che, they felt no anger or resentment. It wasn’t only because Su Che held the status of a supreme lord and could be considered one of their own, but also because the Witch Clan respected warriors and understood the value of powerful combat skills. In such direct confrontations, even if they lost, they would accept it willingly. Batu quickly got back up, unharmed and unashamed. It was quite common for wrestlers to be knocked down and show a bit of embarrassment, provoking laughter from onlookers—a way for the Witch Clan brothers to find joy, and no one felt humiliated by it. If you can’t be magnanimous, then don’t enter the wrestling arena! “Good, again!” Batu charged forward again. Boom! Boom! Boom… Through repeated clashes, Su Che had already noticed that the powerful witch energy emitted by the Witch Clan warriors during battle had the strange effect of disrupting space, rendering space-related techniques such as instant teleportation and large-scale movement useless for true immortals from the Immortal Realm. With such unstable space conditions, using teleportation techniques was tantamount to suicide. As a result, when fighting the Witch Clan, immortals lost their agility, and tactics like guerrilla warfare or incremental attacks became impossible—there was no choice but to engage them head-on. Moreover, despite their huge size, the Witch Clan wasn’t necessarily clumsy. On the contrary, their movements could be as fast as lightning, and they could even fly into the air with their massive bodies to chase enemies swiftly. Coupled with their strong defensive abilities, Witch Clan warriors truly possessed terrifying strength, capable of matching hundreds of opponents. Of course, “matching hundreds” was just a metaphor—it didn’t mean that Tianyin could single-handedly fight against a hundred Ninth Heaven Immortal Emperors. When strong opponents clash, situations are complex and changeable, and it’s impossible to generalize.

But Su Che believed that top-tier sorcerers like Tianyin and Juli could find weaknesses and break through even if surrounded by a hundred Ninth Heaven Immortal Emperors. To kill them, only an Immortal Lord could step in.
Boom!
With the final punch, Su Che found Batu’s weakness, rushed forward, and the little ant swung its pitifully tiny arms and fists, hitting the elephant’s head.
Crash!
Like the first warrior, Baru, the elephant fell, and Batu was also knocked unconscious.
“So satisfying!”
At that moment, Su Che couldn’t help but wish he too could possess the ability to transform into a giant, stand tall, roar into the sky, and emit a triumphant cry that could be heard for miles.