Chapter 505: Soaring to Heaven

In other words, in order to defeat Tang San, the Behemoth contestant was simply ignoring the subsequent matches. He had been suppressed too harshly by Tang San's Golden Roc Transformation.

His claw strikes, which should have hit, were either deflected or dodged by Tang San, making his efforts futile and draining his bloodline power. Thus, seeing that he was about to lose the match, he felt that there was no reason to hold back any longer!

Being able to unleash Claw Blade Storm showcased just how formidable he was. With such a terrifying storm surrounding the opponent, trying to evade was meaningless. Moreover, the Claw Blade Storm, space itself was shattered, making escape impossible.

This scene undoubtedly shocked the entire Ancestral Court Grand Plaza. It had been a long, long while since anyone had seen a Behemoth unleash a Claw Blade Storm. Even the nobles in the VIP seats couldn't help but show expressions of admiration.

Mao Wenwu's expression turned ugly. This guy was so strong! Could he withstand such an attack? Probably not. It was too terrifying; to think he had ended up in such a group! This meant that even if he hadn’t lost to Number Six, he would’ve still had a hard time against the Behemoth!

Thwack!

He suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and as he crouched down and grabbed the nape of his neck, his father's furious voice came from behind. "Look at him, look at his strength, and then look at you! Useless!"

"I..." Mao Wenwu looked aggrieved, but he didn't dare to argue back, because he knew what the result of arguing would be. Was he his father’s son, or was the Behemoth?

But at that moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned sharply to look at his father, saying, "Isn't he still going to lose?"

His father, the giant Golden Mammoth, was taken aback. Then, he saw it too.

Amid the vast sea of blood-red light, a point of golden light shot up into the sky, spinning rapidly and breaking out of the area covered in the blood-red net.

The rapidly spinning golden light was wrapped in a layer of bright platinum light.

The opponent's desperate effort was also unexpected for Tang San. When he clearly felt the opponent's bloodline power being increasingly depleted, he thought he was about to win. He hadn’t expected the opponent to have such an outburst.

But even so... Tang San was once a God King. In terms of combat experience, even the millennium-old Emperors couldn't compare to him. When he sensed something was wrong, he made the correct decision instantly.

At this moment, using spatial teleportation to leave the battlefield was impossible. And if he couldn't teleport away, he had to rely on sheer speed.

The Golden Roc imprint was powered up to the maximum, and Tang San’s speed skyrocketed. Although he was almost enveloped by the energy claws in the next moment, with the lightning speed of a Golden Roc, he managed to flee the enclosure in the nick of time.

Using the momentum of his burst, he controlled his body to spin rapidly, spreading his wings, and kicking the Lion-Tiger Golden Force up a notch at the same time. As he whirled through the air, he fully activated the repulsive effect of the Lion-Tiger Golden Force.

At that moment, he was like a rapidly spinning tornado flying upward, forcing open a path into the sky before the energy blades closed in!

Beneath him was a sea of blood-red light and shattered space. Feeling the terrifying energy eruption, even though Tang San had escaped, he still couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

It was too terrifying. The Behemoth clan was truly terrifying!

In terms of speed, strength, defense, attack, and explosive power, they were top-notch. This showed just how powerful the Sky-Splitting Demon Emperor had to be. And likewise, the tDemon Emperors who surpassed it had to be even more powerful!

The red energy blades below gradually disappeared. The successive explosions, which had lasted nearly ten seconds, had almost destroyed the entire competition platform. In the center of the red light, a tall figure gradually appeared, bent over, supporting itself with its claws on the shattered ground, panting heavily.

Without waiting for the claw blades to completely disappear, Tang San had already turned around. His speed exploded again. Golden light flashed in his eyes, followed by a flicker of purple light.

The mental shock reached the Behemoth's sea of consciousness almost instantly.

Although the Behemoth clan was not adept at using spiritual power, their mental defense was very sturdy. While in the bloodlust state, they could even seal off their sea of consciousness, leaving no opening for opponents skilled at spiritual attacks.

Not for no reason were they known as the strongest beings on land; when they fought, they quite literally had no weaknesses.

However, mental sealing was really only possible while using their abilities. And after consecutively using Bloodlust and Berserk Bloodlust, this Behemoth contestant was drained. He could not reach that state a third time.

He even thought that Tang San had been turned to ashes by his Claw Blade Storm. After mastering this move, he knew how powerful it was. The Sky-Splitting Demon Emperor had even personally told him that no opponent of his level could survive if they were caught within its range.

The Behemoth clan was different from most other Emperor clans. Namely, apart from the dragon and phoenix races, they were the only clan among all demons to have had a Demon Emperor at any given time in history. There had always been a Behemoth Demon Emperor, ever since the clan existed. Even the Celestial Foxes couldn't achieve this, and it only highlighted the Behemoth clan's deep foundation.

So, after executing this strike, he believed his opponent was already dead.

When the spiritual shock of the Purple Demon Eyes struck him under such circumstances, how could he defend against it?

In almost an instant, his pupils lost their light, he blanked out, and he couldn't even shout to concede.

The next moment, Tang San descended—or rather dropped—from the sky, falling right next to him. But instead of attacking the obvious target, the head, he lightly placed his right hand on the Behemoth contestant's back.

With the Lion-Tiger Golden Force and his internal energy vortex fully activated, when else if not now would he absorb the opponent’s bloodline power?

The opponent's immense strength certainly pressured Tang San, but it also allowed him to find the bloodline imprint he most desired!

Compared to the pure defensive bloodline imprint of the Golden Mammoth clan, the Behemoth's combination of attack and defense, incredible explosive power, Berserk Bloodlust, and War Stomp were far more convenient, and all were abilities Tang San wished to obtain.

He would have won anyway, even without the last attack; the opponent had zero energy remaining. The reason he had attacked nevertheless, even using the Purple Demon Eyes, was simply that he had to prevent the opponent from conceding.

He didn't use his yin-yang energy to disrupt the Behemoth’s bloodline power; instead, he simply started to devour it.

At this moment, the Behemoth contestant had just ended an outburst of Berserk Bloodlust. It was the time when his bloodline power had been activated to the fullest, to the point of boiling, and was therefore as pure as it could get. When Tang San began to absorb it, he almost instantly felt his internal energy surge uncontrollably, almost pushing him directly into the ninth order.

As for the Behemoth, he was in a miserable state. The two uses of Bloodlust had already consumed most of his bloodline power, leaving him with no strength to even move, let alone fight. Now, with Tang San frantically absorbing his bloodline, he couldn't resist at all. His heart felt tight, and when he recovered from his stupor, several seconds had already passed.

Without hesitation, Tang San hit him with another spiritual shock, causing him to lapse back into a blank state, then continued his absorption.

The referee's view was blocked by the Behemoth's massive body. According to the rules of the competition, the match would only end when one side lost the ability to fight or conceded.

At this moment, the Behemoth contestant looked like he was barely enduring Tang San's attack. He didn't fall unconscious, nor did he concede. Naturally, the match couldn't end under these circumstances!

Thus, Tang San continued to forcibly absorb for nearly twenty seconds, ensuring that the newly-formed bloodline imprint reached the peak of the ninth order before stopping.