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He had just advanced to the Celestial God Level and hadn’t even fully grasped this stage’s power. Yet, he was expected to fight against a group of Celestial Gods, some of whom had reached the peak and been there for quite some time.

Moreover, these individuals were all elites, having emerged victorious from a multitude of Celestial Gods. Each one of them was a contemporary king.

At his side, Yao Ancestor wore a smile, grabbing Du Gang’s shoulder, “Let’s go!”

The next second, they disappeared in a blink of an eye and reappeared millions of miles away.

After momentary disorientation, Du Gang looked in awe at his surroundings.

Before him was an innumerable crowd of people all sharing looks of curiosity, confusion, and admiration fixed on him, with him standing on a high platform.

Next to him, the Elder of Yao Family was nowhere to be seen. He was the only one on the platform.

Feelings of unease, nerves, confusion, and a host of other emotions surged within him.

Not that he wasn’t composed enough, but the countless people surrounding him, staring intensely up at him from below his elevated platform, were overwhelming.

Most of these individuals were Celestial Gods, with only a minority being True Gods.

As for the beings of God King Level, while none were on the ground, he could sense traces of them in the sky.

“Du Gang, you’re finally here!”

A long-expected voice echoed from the crowd.

Du Gang looked over at the source of the voice.

An excited man in a purple cloud pattern robe was staring at him.

“I am Fu Rusheng, the champion of Divine Power Group.”

This one was his rival!

Du Gang nodded slightly and replied to greet him. Meanwhile, his gaze shifted to another man, standing shoulder to shoulder with Fu Rusheng.

It was a distinctive man with a pointed face covered with monkey hair, clearly a member of the Fighting Saint Clan.

Seeing Du Gang’s gaze, the man also responded with a smile, “Hehe, my name is Sun Wukong, the winner of God Body Group this time!”

Sun Wukong?

Du Gang paused, subconsciously giving him a second look.

The man from the Fighting Saint Clan, Sun Wukong, chuckled a couple more times before explaining, “Wukong, these two characters represent the strongest of our generation in the Fighting Saint Clan!”

“In every generation, we select a Wukong. It’s a title and an honor. Our ancestor was Sun Wukong!”

Understood, thought Du Gang.

He had been wondering. He had met a Sun Wukong at the God Spirit Level, and now another one at the Celestial God Level.

It turns out, the Sun Wukong who transcends all heavens was actually their ancestor from the Fighting Saint Clan, and the rest were just awarded the clan title.

He nodded, subconsciously looking at Wukong’s golden body. Now, he turned his gaze to the next contender standing beside them.

The third man was a mild-mannered individual dressed in a scholar’s gown, his face quite gentle, as if everything in the world warranted his equal regard.

“I’m from the Supreme Spirit Clan, this time’s Divine Soul Group winner, representing all the Divine Soul Group participants to fight against you!”

Divine Soul, God Body, and Divine Power, the strongest of the three groups would each fight him. How honorable!

At Du Gang’s side, Sun Wukong from the Fighting Saint Clan, having heard this, turned to the crowd below the platform and loudly declared, “Rest assured God Body Group, I, too, will give my all to compete for the title of the World’s Number One God Body!”

Although he was speaking to everyone, his gaze was fixed on a young man from the Azure Flood Dragon Clan with dragon horns. It was clear the two had some scores to settle.

“Hmph!”

The youngster with the dragon horns snorted and looked away.

Du Gang, seeing this, finally understood.

The eighteen clans of the Ancient City, each had their own trump-card Heavenly Level Cultivation Method. Remember, it was created by the Supreme, not so easy for others to find.

Therefore, he had been wondering about the origins of these cultivation methods.

Now, it seems that the eighteen strongest God tribes of the Southern Wasteland exactly represented the eighteen clans of the Ancient City.

However, the Azure Flood Dragon Clan, the Purple Heavenly Eagle Clan, the Fighting Saint Clan, and the Tai Sui Spirit Clan are all affiliated branches of the Ancient City through marriage. The other fourteen clans share a relationship of inheriting cultivation methods.

As for the three major groups: Divine Soul, Divine Power, and Divine Body, they were perfectly claimed by the strongest tribes in these aspects.

Concerning the Divine Body group, there’s no need to elaborate on the Fighting Saint Clan. They have always been known for their powerful bodies, surpassing the Azure Flood Dragon Clan, and thus naturally claiming the championship.

And for the Divine Power group, the Fu Family is renowned across the continent for their business in mystic arts, their divine power can create wonders, hence it’s just expected that they’ve won the championship in this group.

The only surprising thing to him was that the Tai Sui Spirit Clan won the Divine Soul group. He didn’t know much about this tribe, he thought they were rather humble and that their power wasn’t that strong.

Now it’s clear, to become one of the strongest God tribes, each tribe must have its superior bloodline.

Apart from these three tribes, the other fifteen are no less powerful, it’s just that in single competitions, these three tribes have an advantage.

If one were to speak about the strongest, the Fu Family is indeed the strongest, followed by the Purple Heavenly Eagle Family and the other tribes located at the center of the continent.

As for the Azure Flood Dragon Clan, they occupy the southernmost seas, being the overlord in that area.

The rest of the tribes are in the same situation, dominating each of their respective parts.

“Brother Du, this time, the three of us will compete against you. If any of us wins, we will receive the same amount of training resources as you. Of course, the resources are divided into Divine Soul, Divine Power, and Divine Body…”

With a smile on his face, Fu Rusheng looked at Du Gang, who seemed eager to compete.

Not only him, the other two people also did the same.

Unlike Du Gang, who didn’t understand the resource allocation in the Southern Wilderness, the three of them, including the thousands of Celestial God Level powerhouses watching below, knew that when the Southern Wilderness is determined to cultivate someone, even a pig could fly.

Without waiting for Du Gang to nod, Sun Wukong of the Fighting Saint Clan jumped to the front in a rush.

“Hey, I’m in a hurry. I’ll go first!”

With a whoosh, he stood in front of Du Gang. Without even a greeting, he threw a punch.

Everyone else shook their heads at the sight. Fu Rusheng and the powerhouse of the Tai Sui Spirit Clan quickly jumped off the altar, leaving the fighting arena to them.

“Boom!”

When only Du Gang and Sun Wukong were left, the arena suddenly changed, and a strange boundary appeared, completely enveloping the ring.

From the outside, the arena looked the same, but the two people in the ring seemed to have run into another time and space, becoming blurred.

The next second, the two people on the ring, like projections, instantly covered the entire sky, enlarging by a million times for viewing.

This 3D technology, needless to say, is definitely a collaborative effort between the Tianji Pavilion and the Ancient City.

Inside the boundary.

The moment Sun Wukong took action, Du Gang immediately reacted. He slapped away the incoming fist.

Out of the three groups – Divine Soul, Divine Power, and Divine Body, he is least confident about Divine Soul and Divine Power. Though not necessarily his weak areas, they are not his strong suits either.

Rather, he is more confident about Divine Body, naturally because his body is an Ancient God’s body and has awakened.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Within a second, the two of them fought hundreds of times. Their punches made direct contact, neither able to overpower the other.

“Good fight!”

Sun Wukong shouted in excitement, looking like a kid who had found a fun toy.

Watching this, Du Gang couldn’t help but be both amused and exasperated.

This Celestial God, Sun Wukong, had cultivated to such a level. Heaven knows how long he had been cultivating, perhaps billions of years, yet he still remained so restless.

“I’m going to use my weapon now. Bare fists are not my strong suit!”

Sun Wukong retreated a bit during a brief interlude, grinning at Du Gang.

Du Gang responded with a smile, slightly nodding, and said, “Good, I was also planning to use a weapon. Bare-handed combat isn’t exactly my strong suit.”

“Alright, let’s see who’s stronger then!” Upon hearing this, Du Gang raised a curious brow. He was eager to see what weapon Sun Wukong wielded.

“Golden Hoop Staff!”

Shouting lightly, Sun Wukong slowly extracted a needle from his ear. As it flew out, it enlarged in proportion. Instantly turning into a long staff, he held it in his hand.

Du Gang was stunned, “You have a Golden Hoop Staff too!”

The Sun Wukong he had previously encountered also wielded a Golden Hoop Staff.

Sun Wukong merely chuckled knowingly, “Just like the title of Wukong, the Golden Hoop Staff is a title weapon only the current strongest can use.”

Intrigued, Du Gang asked, “What about Wufan, any particularities?”

Sun Wukong laughed, “Wufan is generally a title held by those of the same generation who haven’t reached the strongest title yet, but who have considerable potential. Naturally, it’s inferior to Wukong!”

Du Gang nodded in comprehension, “Understood!”

Simultaneously, he gave his ear a shake and a sewing needle emerged from his eardrum.

Matching Sun Wukong’s method, his own sewing needle was also gold, and as he slowly lifted his hand, the needle transformed into the Ancient Divine Spear.

“Huh?!”

Sun Wukong was taken aback, he hadn’t expected Du Gang to extract his weapon from his ear, just like himself.

Litter did he know, when Du Gang had initially reduced the size of the Ancient Divine Spear and placed it in his ear, he had been imitating Sun Wukong from Journey to the West.

Their coincidental meeting seemed like fate itself!

“Hahaha!”

Laughing heartily, Sun Wukong seemed to admire Du Gang’s ingenuity, “Indeed, the minds of the strong often think alike…”

Du Gang paused, speechless.

He wanted to tell him that they weren’t exactly alike, but slightly different…

Sun Wukong didn’t seem to care much about these details. Tremendously excited, his eyes gleaming goldenly, he brandished his Golden Hoop Staff and charged towards Du Gang without a word.

Seeing this, Du Gang’s face turned serious. Holding his spear, he began to fight back.

Thus, both were enmeshed in the thrill of combat, with each fighter taking turns to attack the other.

Each strike created colossal waves. If they hadn’t been within a barrier, with surplus energy absorbed by the void, a single blow could have caused a mountain to collapse.

“World Ending Spear!”

Du Gang attacked methodically, each strike derived from the Ancient God’s lineage.

But in contrast, Sun Wukong didn’t shout out any move names. Each of his moves seemed simple yet ancient.

However, as the fight progressed, Du Gang found that Sun Wukong was growing stronger with every battle while he remained calm and steady.

What was happening?!

Why was his opponent getting stronger with each exchange?!

The innate ability of the Fighting Saint Clan!

What’s more!

Du Gang furrowed his brow. He noticed that his opponent was making adjustments according to his own moves.

This terrifying combat intuition!

He was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected that Sun Wukong’s learning ability would be so horrifying during a battle. He was adapting to his various killer moves.

How is that possible?!

These were secret moves passed down from saints and supremes, surely, they would not be so simple to…

“Clang!”

As he thought, Du Gang’s weapon was struck hard onto Sun Wukong’s, causing him to involuntarily retreat.

At this critical moment, Sun Wukong found a small loophole in his defense, gaining a slight upper hand.

“Take this!”

Sun Wukong continued with a look of excitement, smashing his Golden Hoop Staff towards Du Gang’s head.

Damn it!

Du Gang sighed. In this weapon contest, he had temporarily lost a round.

At this point, if he wanted to evade, he could only use other methods!

Feeling somewhat helpless, but refusing to give up, he muttered under his breath,

“Transform!”

In an instant, his body began to swell.

In the blink of an eye, he changed into a gigantic figure a hundred meters tall.

“Boom!”

Sun Wukong’s previously deadly attack suddenly landed on Du Gang’s toe, causing a damage value of -1.

“Wow!”

Seeing the giant in front of him, Sun Wukong couldn’t help but get excited.

“Change size according to will!”

After shouting, his body also began to swell, quickly transforming into a giant of the same hundred-meter size as Du Gang.

“Hehe, didn’t expect that, did you! I can do it too!”

Sun Wukong grinned, a you-can-do-it-I-can-do-it look on his face.

Watching this scene, Du Gang had a strange feeling of familiarity, as if he had met the actual Sun Wukong from Journey to the West.

Regardless, he didn’t ponder further, brandishing his spear and launching another attack.

He wanted to regain his foothold, and reclaim the half move he had previously lost to Sun Wukong.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The two colossal figures turned into destructive giants, causing the heavens and earth to shake with every strike.

If they hadn’t been in some special domain at that moment, the mountains and rivers of the real world would have been in danger.

This time, Du Gang was fully focused, each strike aimed at inflicting major damage, vowing to reclaim his lost honor.

Each attack was delivered with all his might, maximizing power output.

Unfortunately, his opponent was not an average person. He was Sun Wukong of the Fighting Saint Clan, the most powerful being at the Celestial God level in the Southern Wasteland Continent.

In this series of fights, neither fighter could gain an advantage over the other.

However, Du Gang’s expression gradually darkened.

A calm autumn breeze suggested that victory was leaning towards his opponent.

Because his opponent was a member of the Fighting Saint Clan, known for their ability to grow stronger the more they fought.

If he continued this way, he was doomed to lose!