Boom!
The vast Northern Sea of Qi (Beiming Qi Sea) shrouded several kilometers in every direction, blocking out the sky and the sun, possessing the same apocalyptic might as the Catastrophic Tsunami once unleashed by Lu Huan, the Chief Guardian of the Ancient Capital.
Lu Jun exerted his full strength. In the end, a vast, radiant black sea condensed into a solid mass and came crashing down, engulfing over a thousand Giant Elephants, dozens of High-Level Mages, and more than ten Commander-level beasts.
Despair filled everyone's eyes. They had tried to escape with space displacement spells, but beneath the Northern Sea of Qi, the "Profound Weight" effect pressed down upon them like Mount Tai. The ocean engulfed everything; even space itself cracked and groaned as if it were about to shatter. All Blink spells failed completely.
Dozens of contestants stood frozen as if burdened by an immovable mountain, unable to move a single step, watching helplessly as the sea descended.
Boom! A deafening roar echoed between heaven and earth. Boundless water splashed upward, monstrous waves surging toward the nine heavens. In an instant, the entire world was shrouded in darkness, wrapped in curtains of rain and cascading water.
When the Northern Sea sank, half of the plains collapsed, riddled with countless fractures. The crust shattered, and from the seafloor erupted torrents of molten magma. The crimson lava burned against the waters of the Northern Sea—ultimate Yin clashing with ultimate Heat—hissing violently and releasing a vast ocean of steam.
Rolling white mist filled every inch of the plane. In the blink of an eye, torrential rain poured over the entire Treasure-Hunting Plane. The violent collision even caused the entire dimension to tremble faintly.
From a higher-dimensional view, a silver-glowing orb—like a pebble floating in the void—showed faint cracks forming along its light membrane. Deep rumbles echoed from within, spreading outward.
This demi-plane, captured by a Forbidden Curse Spatial Mage, had suffered severe damage and would require immense manpower and resources to repair.
After unleashing that strike, the vast, black starry river within Lu Jun's spiritual world dimmed. His Water Element mana was nearly depleted, and even the stellar energy stored within the Avoid Water Pearl had dropped significantly. The Mermaid Holy Spirit beside him was utterly exhausted.
His aura rapidly declined; the phantom of the Northern Sea of Qi around his abdomen vanished, and the dim glow emanating from his kidneys faded into calm.
Yet Lu Jun did not feel disappointment. Instead, he carefully savored that rare, fleeting state he had entered. It would greatly aid his comprehension of Transcendent Power once he broke through to the Super Level.
In truth, it was because he had laid an extremely solid foundation across six major High-Level elements—each having reached the Domain stage—that he could barely touch this realm. From now on, his future breakthroughs would flow naturally and smoothly.
Splash!
The flood swept across the plains. Upon the rolling waters floated corpses of enormous beasts; in moments, they gathered densely together, piling up into mountains of flesh—blood staining the sea, corpses lying everywhere by the hundreds of thousands.
Through Lu Jun's perception, most of the National Institute members were gravely injured. These dozens of people were swiftly drawn into the Hell Furnace by his spell, preventing them from drowning to death.
Within the Hell Furnace's inner space, more than a hundred High-Level Mages had already been sealed. Each one was tightly wrapped in black-red spider silk, bound into cocoons. Their minds and bodies were sealed away, forced into deep sleep.
Only a handful—Zhe Luo, Qiao Sen, and Ya Ke—those with great power, managed to protect themselves barely through the use of their magic tools.
Lu Jun stood suspended midair, gazing down upon the seven or eight remaining opponents. A thought crossed his mind: in the end, his cultivation was still insufficient. His control had reached its limit. The power of the Northern Sea was too widely dispersed; had it been focused into a single point, none of these few would have survived.
Buzz—
The next moment, he stepped upon the surging waves, descending from the heavens. He appeared before Zhe Luo and threw a fierce punch. The terrifying force caused space itself to ripple.
Boom! Zhe Luo's pupils dilated. He barely managed to summon a violent white airflow around him for protection, yet under the might of a Commander-level physique, it was utterly useless. The air detonated, violent currents scattering in all directions.
His entire body was hurled hundreds of meters away, skipping across the water's surface like a stone. His figure blurred, blood and flesh mangled, bones shattered—he nearly lost consciousness.
Before Zhe Luo could sink into the depths, Lu Jun appeared again, seizing his collar with one hand and speaking coldly, "Is that all?"
Zhe Luo, the once-dignified English nobleman, could no longer maintain his composure. His clothes were disheveled, his face twisted in pain and despair. His expression mixed unwillingness with utter hopelessness.
Then, as if tossing aside a dog, Lu Jun swung Zhe Luo's hundred-kilogram body effortlessly behind him. A dark portal opened—the entrance to the Hell Furnace—and it swallowed the man whole.
On both sides, the twin Ghost Fiends of Heaven and Earth emerged, grinning cruelly as they hooked the remaining bodies and dragged them forcefully into their cursed Infernal Wells.
All fifteen National Institute teams were annihilated!
Lu Jun stood upon the still-turbulent waves of the vast Northern Sea, his expression unreadable—tinged with exhaustion, yet his heart surged with excitement. Alone, he had swept aside the world's top young experts. This battle was destined to immortalize his name—etched into legend and history alike.
And it wasn't a matter of defeating the National Institute members one by one—he had crushed them by fighting one against a hundred. The difference in power was simply staggering.
He hadn't even used his Space, Psychic, or Metal Elements. With only minor effort, he had already reached the pinnacle of what this rank could bear.
Outside, silence enveloped the VIP lounges of all nations. The high-ranking mages were speechless. The audience stands of the Venice Arena were so silent it might have been a library. Apart from the Chinese tourists who cheered in celebration, not a single sound could be heard.
The live broadcast chat exploded like a blizzard of scrolling comments—Chinese viewers cheering with delight, while foreign viewers turned deathly pale.
"Hahaha! The reckoning begins! All those people who said Lu Jun would definitely die—where are you now? On your knees before your father!"
"What fifteen-nation alliance? They failed once before, and now it's the same story again!"
"Oh my God! Our National Institute members lost in disgrace—they couldn't even win in a siege!"
Some cursed aloud: "I don't believe it! That Chinese must have used Forbidden Magic or some kind of heretical spell! I'm going to report this to the tournament committee and the Magic Association!"
Meanwhile, those who knew him—Tang Yue and Ding Yumian—covered their smiles, letting out a sigh of relief. The elders, Old Bao and Master Xiao, felt deep emotion, while rival mages were left in awe and fear.
Lu Jun's battle instantly went viral worldwide, made into countless videos and shared across the globe. It could be said that he had stepped on the pride of all the National Institute prodigies of this generation and with that, his name spread to every country and corner of the world!
The tournament officials' faces were ashen. The moment the nations had decided to besiege the Chinese team, the Treasure-Hunting Tournament's downfall had already been sealed.
The senior executives had no choice but to step forward and apologize:
"We admit that there were indeed many flaws in the Treasure-hunting Tournament. We will make improvements afterward and reform the rules."
On the other side, Shao Zheng burst into hearty laughter, praising loudly,"Magnificent! My Nine Provinces stand proud! From now on, no nation will dare target our country again!"
Zu Huoyin felt deeply humiliated. She had already spoken rashly, never expecting Lu Jun to truly turn the tables.
She comforted herself, muttering, "No need to panic. Even though I've offended a potential powerhouse, with my status and influence, those previous words won't be able to harm me."
But then, Han Ji stood forward before the nation's top media reporters and spoke with upright conviction: "I know that Lu Jun's actions before may have drawn criticism from some leaders, but I believe they don't truly understand what kind of person Lu Jun is."
"This concerns the truth of the Ancient Capital Incident and the honor of a true hero!"
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