Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

The whole place was silent amidst the flying rocks.

The spectators standing outside the arena were all stunned. The generals from Mo Lin looked as if they had seen a ghost. Some even took their fake eyes out of their eye sockets and wiped them carefully.

The scene in front of them was too bizarre!

Huang Long suppressed his cultivation to the foundation-building level, but it did not mean that he really only had the combat power of the foundation-building level. Nearly a hundred years of military career, thousands of bloody battles on the front line... Huang Long's actual combat experience was so rich that it could be counted on one's fingers even in the old immortal calendar era. However, this experience, and the combat wisdom derived from it, would not be suppressed with the suppression of cultivation. For him, the foundation-building level was simply a false proposition.

Moreover, Huang Long's so-called foundation-building against foundation-building naturally does not mean suppressing himself to the initial stage of foundation-building, but maintaining himself at the peak of foundation-building, only one step away from the golden elixir. Coupled with the actual combat experience of the Yuanying of a hundred battles, the many wonderful skills of practicing for a hundred years, and the exotic beast leather armor... His actual combat ability is actually enough to surpass most of the practical golden elixir. In fact, when there is no war in the front-line military camp, Huang Long's favorite daily pastime is to train his young soldiers in turn with this so-called foundation-building cultivation. Many young golden elixir who have just graduated from the Mo Lin Military Academy are full of confidence and then carried away by the graduates of Xingyuan as study materials.

However, now, the veteran who has fought a hundred battles is coughing repeatedly in the rock pile at the edge of the fighting field, struggling to get up, his face full of dust and surprise.

Of course, Wang Luo is also surprised.

"You can still stand up. The old general is really extraordinary."

He had clearly used all his strength in that punch just now. If it was an ordinary foundation-building opponent, he would have to use a magnifying glass to find the body parts at this time, but when it fell on Huang Long, he just fell into a mess and didn't even spit out blood.

Admittedly, Huang Long was not a genuine foundation-building, but he actually did a meticulous job of restraining his own strength. At this time, the strength of his physical body was indeed only at the foundation-building level. He could withstand Wang Luo's frontal punch because of his real skills other than foundation-building.

Wang Luo admired such skills.

But Huang Long himself was not happy. He shook his head and coughed out a few gravel from his throat. Then he raised his eyes, and it was as if fire was ignited in his eyes.

"Good boy, I really underestimated you... So, the game of foundation-building vs. foundation-building is over. Next, lie down for me!"

As the last word fell, a wave of true energy like a storm roared from Huang Long's body, and the wounded Yuanying in the inner palace had quietly opened one eye.

The next moment, Wang Luo lost Huang Long's figure in his sight.

He twisted his body and swung his fist without hesitation, and his right fist swept behind him like a falling meteor! Then, he felt as if he had hit a mountain.

Huang Long flashed behind Wang Luo and collided head-on with the prophetic swinging fist. After a roar that shook the whole audience, the old general staggered a step in a daze, and his right hand was raised high.

On the other side, Wang Luo took advantage of the momentum to fly back hundreds of meters away. His right hand felt numb and weak, and his blood and qi ran wildly through his meridians as if out of control.

However, the retreat of both sides seemed to be just a residual image. The last moment, people saw the two people retreating after fighting each other. The next moment, a muffled sound came from the arena again, like a spring thunder, and it seemed as if the earth was roaring. Even outside the arena, people still felt as if their hearts were grasped by invisible hands, and their blood and breathing were stagnant.

This was a battle beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

General Huang Long did not release all his strength. His inner Yuanying only opened one eye, but that eye was equivalent to a golden elixir that was fully functioning. Therefore, he was fighting a young man who was building his foundation with all his strength at the golden elixir level.

From building his foundation to building his foundation, Huang Long's strength expanded by more than ten times, but under the tenfold pressure, the genuine foundation-building opponent did not show any signs of decline!

The sound of collisions like thunder exploded continuously in the arena. The two sides of the battle were like phosphorescence flashing on the lake, constantly flashing in various places in the arena. For a while, it was as if they had displayed great magical powers that transformed into thousands of incarnations, which was dazzling.

Several envoys who were watching with lower cultivation even felt dizzy after watching for a while, and the appetizers they had just eaten suddenly had the tendency to ruminate.

For the two people in the arena, it seemed that everything was just a commonplace meal.

There was no extra frills on both sides. Those magnificent immortal methods, ingenious magical weapons... the splendor commonly seen in mirage stories no longer existed here. In the arena, there was only the purest frontal fight of flesh and blood.

However, every collision of flesh and blood could stir up colorful spiritual light of true essence, and every flash of the figure seemed to tear the space and distort the light. In the simplest battle, there was an incomprehensible mystery.

For some people, this mystery was just a fancy thing in the arena, but for others, it had a deep meaning.

Several Molin people who followed Huang Long all had gloomy faces.

One of the bearded generals asked his comrade beside him softly: "General Bu, what do you think?"

The scar on General Bu's face wrinkled slightly, and then he replied: "Unbelievable."

As soon as this was said, everyone around him nodded secretly.

This was indeed unbelievable.

At the foundation-building level, against a Nascent Soul veteran who wields the power of the golden elixir arbitrarily, at least he does not fall behind at all... This is completely contrary to all the common sense they know! And more importantly, this phenomenon that breaks common sense also illustrates a very important thing.

"So, it should be impossible for this person to have any connection with the Desolate Demon." Liao Fan said, "No Desolate Demon would choose to accumulate such a huge power in the foundation building stage. This does not make sense."

General Liao's words immediately attracted echoes. Duan Yong from Ziwu Jinghai clapped his hands and said with a smile: "That's right. Almost all those who are corroded by the desolate poison are those who do not meet the Nascent Soul bottleneck constrained by the Great Law and are pretentious. The earth wants to pursue higher-level power, but I haven’t heard of anyone turning into a demon in order to become the world’s first foundation builder.”

Duan Yong's companion, a tall and plump girl with a healthy complexion like wheat, raised a question from another angle: "And, if I read it correctly, the master of Lingshan Mountain has only been practicing for more than 20 years. Years? Do ancient monks usually practice so quickly? Why do I feel that compared to ancient monks, he is more modern than us modern practitioners? "