Ascension of the Immortal Asura

“The Supreme Battle Sect’s Three Battle Gods?” one of the Whitepeak Formations Temple youths exclaimed, “what are they doing here?”

“I’m not sure,” the leader of the group replied while shaking his head lightly, “the Supreme Battle Sect can be considered an ally of the Honorable Alliance but are not officially in the Alliance. Their stance on Alliances is that it makes the alliance members weak individually, as they start to rely on the collective strength of the alliance instead of their own strength. They’re a bunch of battle maniacs who crave nothing other than battle, and would rather see the destruction of their own sect than formally join an Alliance, as they view death in combat to be something glorious.

I always thought their viewpoint was a bit naive…but maybe it’s our viewpoints that are the naive ones,” the youth sighed as his gaze locked onto the distant battle.

“Maybe the Alliance leaders noticed the enemy invasion and called for help!” another youth suggested.

“It’s possible,” the leader replied, feeling hope for the first time, “let us hope that enough aid was sent if that’s the case.”

…

Bang!_.

Fists collided, creating a shockwave that ravaged the land between the feet of the two fighters. The fist of the Supreme Battle Sect youth was less than half the size of the Barbarians but was no less in strength and durability. The aura of the Supreme Battle Art radiated off his body with incredible might while his bulging muscles rippled with power, making him appear like a war god that had descended from the heavens.

“Hahahaha! This is what cultivation is all about!” the Supreme Battle Sect youth cried out in unbridled excitement; his heated gaze locked onto the Barbarian before him. “I always heard of you Barbarians and the strength of your bodies. You’re claimed to be the strongest body cultivators on the Divine Marital Continent. Today, I get to put that theory to the test!”

Bang!

Bang!

Nearby, the two other Supreme Battle Sect youths fought their Barbarian opponents, their battles equally as brutal and savage. The Supreme Battle Art surged from their bodies as well, making them look equally as fearsome. It was flesh on flesh, bone on bone, and physical strength vs physical strength. Maniacal laughter drifted out from the Supreme Battle Sect youths, who were laughing as if their life and death battles were pure ecstasy.

Neither side used Qi powered attacks, and instead attacked only with fists and feet. Despite not using external Qi attacks, each punch and kick contained awe-inspiring power, capable of shattering mountains with a single blow. Each punch and kick contained the same power as a battle art, which was something that made body cultivators incredibly feared by essence cultivators, who almost always did their best to keep a far distance in battle against such opponents.

The ground trembled for miles on end as mountains shattered, and rivers disappeared. Lush forests that had existed for millennia disappeared in an instant as the battle ravaged the land as far as the eye could see.

With their fists still locked against each other, the Barbarian youth stared at the small human before him with a narrowed gaze, which quickly turned into a large smile.

“I’ve heard about your Supreme Battle Sect,” the Barbarian’s deep voice boomed out. “It’s been claimed that your Supreme Battle Art is so profound as to put your pitiable human bodies on the same level as ours. I’ve always thought that to be nothing more than delusional fantasies, and today I get to prove that. It was truly worth it to enter this realm!”

“Good! Then let’s fight to the death, and let our bodies do the talking!” the Supreme Battle Sect youth bellowed out as his fist punched out again, carrying the weight of a mountain behind it.

…

Puh!

A torrent of blood was coughed up, dyeing the ground red as the Barbarian youth fell to his knees. On his knees, he was eye to eye with the Supreme Battle Sect youth who stood before him.

Both fighters had miserable looking wounds on their bodies, wounds that would take any essence cultivator out of fighting form. Blood slicked the entirety of their bodies, but both youths ignored their wounds as if they didn’t exist, although the Barbarian youth was clearly on his last legs. One of his arms had been shattered and was hanging by a thread of flesh, and there were several deep wounds in his chest, revealing the organs within.

His defiant gaze stared at the Supreme Battle Sect youth before him, who prepared to unleash the final blow. The Barbarian youths gaze shifted to the side, locking onto the now dead figures of his fellow clansmen, before it shifted back to the youth before him.

“Your Supreme Battle Sect is truly worthy of the praise,” the Barbarian youth said as a large smile appeared on his face. “Our fight to the death was glorious, and I have no regrets with this death!”

“And your Barbarian Race is worthy of your status as well,” the Supreme Battle Sect youth replied with respect, as his opponent had truly pushed him to the very edge.

“Heh, do not be so smug just yet. Us three are amongst the weakest Barbarians that entered this realm. I’ll look for you in the underworld, where you three will be joining us shortly after Zulos Stonefist breaks all three of you!” the Barbarian youth said as a large smile appeared on his face, as if his words were an undeniable fact.

“If this Zulos is strong enough to kill us, then we will eagerly find you in the underworld to continue our battle for eternity!” the Supreme Battle Sect youth said as he unleashed a powerful fist attack, shattering the skull of the Barbarian and ending his life for good.

The two other Supreme Battle Sect youths walked over and inspected the dead Barbarian youth for a bit before their gazes shifted to the one who had just killed him.

“Zulos? The strongest genius of the Barbarian Race is here?” one of the Three Battle Gods exclaimed, an excited expression appearing on his face.

“Good, then let’s seek him out, and test if he truly is as strong as the rumors claim!”

“I get to fight him first if we find him!”

“No fucking way! Its first come first serve!”

“You’re only saying that because you’re the fastest of us three! Let’s decide right here right now! Last one standing gets to fight Zulos first!”

“Fine with me! Let’s do this! Taste my fist!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The ground began to shake once again as another intense battle commenced, while the stunned Whitepeak Formations Temple youths watched on from a distance.