Chapter 121: Banditry (1)

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by Zhao Hengjiang’s aura of the Third Level of the Transcendence Realm, and the atmosphere on the scene was tense.

Wang Lan and Yang Shu’s faces were pale, their lips trembling, and their eyes looking at Chen Chuan were filled with desperate worry.

They seemed to have already foreseen the next moment, where this new Junior Brother, who didn’t know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth, would be smashed by Zhao Hengjiang’s fist the size of a clay pot, his bones broken and tendons snapped, miserably wailing on the ground.

Second Level of the Transcendence Realm against Third Level; in the Outer Sect, this was an almost insurmountable gap.

Chen Chuan had only dealt with those lackeys who were Disciples of the Void Breaking Realm earlier.

But facing Zhao Hengjiang, who was truly using his full strength, how could he possibly have a chance of winning?

"It’s over, it’s over... Junior Brother Chen was too impulsive..."

Wang Lan sighed in a low voice, his heart filled with regret.

Had he known this earlier, he should have held Chen Chuan back firmly; even kowtowing in his stead would be better than this.

Yang Shu was also deathly pale, murmuring, "Senior Brother Zhao... he will definitely not show any mercy..."

The crowd of onlookers gathering around made a buzzing sound like mosquitoes.

Everyone’s eyes, filled with pity, ridicule, or indifferent detachment, were focused on Chen Chuan.

"Is this newcomer a fool? He’s only at the Second Level of the Transcendence Realm and dares to provoke Zhao Hengjiang?"

"Tsk tsk, let’s see how he dies in a moment."

"Senior Brother Zhao is famous for being ruthless. Last time a Disciple talked back to him, he was beaten so badly he stayed in bed for half a month."

"Heh, newcomers always don’t know the rules and need to be ’educated,’ but this tuition fee is a bit heavy."

"Zhao Hengjiang has a deep background and is strong himself; he’s used to running rampant in the Outer Sect. This kid ran right into him; he’s really down on his luck."

Among the discussions, almost no one favored Chen Chuan, all believing he was about to face a storm of devastation.

In the field, Zhao Hengjiang, listening to the surrounding discussions, had that cruel, all-controlling smile reappear on his face.

He cracked his neck with a crisp snap, and the Spiritual Qi of the Third Level of the Transcendence Realm surged within his body.

"Kid, to make me act personally, you can be proud of yourself."

Zhao Hengjiang shouted, and his figure suddenly burst forward.

He didn’t use any Cultivation Method or Martial Technique.

In his view, against a mere Second Level fellow, pure strength was enough to crush him until he knelt and begged for mercy.

His fist, as large as a clay pot and carrying a fierce wind, smashed straight toward Chen Chuan’s face.

If this punch landed, even gold and stone would probably crack.

However, facing this swift punch, Chen Chuan showed no fear; instead, a trace of imperceptible cold mockery flashed in his eyes.

He also didn’t perform any fancy Cultivation Method, simply sinking his waist and steadying his stance.

With his right fist clenched and the muscles on his arm slightly bulging, he met the punch head-on.

He actually chose the most direct and brutal way to clash.

"Courting death!"

Seeing this, Zhao Hengjiang’s internal sneer grew even stronger, and he added thirty percent more power to his punch.

Under the unbelievable gaze of everyone, the two fists collided violently without any flair.

Bang!

A dull explosion, like striking leather, erupted!

The scene everyone expected—Chen Chuan’s arm bones breaking and him spitting blood while flying backward—did not happen.

Instead, a tall figure, like a kite with a broken string, stumbled and flew backward under the gaze of many shocked eyes.

Then, with a thud, he fell heavily onto the bluestone floor several yards away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The person who flew out was none other than the self-confident Zhao Hengjiang.

His entire right arm was trembling unnaturally, and his face was filled with extreme shock and pain.

At the moment of the clash, he felt as if he had smashed into a Primordial Divine Mountain.

The counter-force that surged back was overwhelming and directly crushed his momentum.

Quiet!

Dead silence!

The originally noisy discussions stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had gripped everyone’s throats.

Everyone’s eyes were wide, their mouths open wide enough to fit an egg, and their faces were written with absurdity and disbelief.

Zhao Hengjiang, at the Third Level of the Transcendence Realm, was actually sent flying by a punch from a new Disciple at the Second Level of the Transcendence Realm?

How is this possible?

"Hiss..."

Someone sucked in a breath of cold air, breaking the eerie silence.

Immediately after, various cries of surprise and doubt surged like a tide.

"My god! What did I just see? Zhao Hengjiang was sent flying by a single punch?"

"A Second Level of the Transcendence Realm crushing a Third Level? What kind of monstrous talent is this Chen Chuan?"

"How could his Physical Body strength be so powerful? Did he hide his cultivation?"

"No wonder he dared to be so arrogant; he actually has the capital to be arrogant!"

"This is getting interesting; Zhao Hengjiang has kicked a steel plate."

Wang Lan and Yang Shu were also completely dumbfounded, looking at each other with immense shock in their eyes.

They originally thought Chen Chuan was a lamb to be slaughtered, but in the blink of an eye, the lamb turned into a tiger.

Seeing Zhao Hengjiang’s pathetic state on the ground, the frustration built up in their hearts was instantly swept away, and an indescribable sense of gratification surged.

Refreshing!

So refreshing!

But immediately, this gratification was replaced by deeper worry.

Zhao Hengjiang had only underestimated his opponent; his true strength hadn’t been fully displayed yet.

"Ah! You bastard! I want you dead!"

Being sent flying by a punch in front of everyone, a massive sense of shame instantly drowned Zhao Hengjiang’s reason.

He struggled to climb up, his face distorted and hideous with extreme anger, his eyes bloodshot like a Ferocious Beast ready to devour someone.

He no longer cared about holding back, his internal Spiritual Qi circulating wildly, and an aura far thicker and sharper than before erupted.

"Vajra Art!"

Zhao Hengjiang roared.

A faint metallic luster appeared on his body, his muscles seemed to expand, and he emitted a heavy sense of indestructibility.

This was exactly his famous Cultivation Method, the Vajra Art. Once activated, both Physical Body strength and power would increase significantly.

"To force me to use the Vajra Art, you can be proud! Now, fall!"

Zhao Hengjiang stomped on the ground, charging like a bull, and lunged at Chen Chuan again.

As he swung his fists, they carried sharp gusts of wind, their power more than double what it was before.

"It’s the Vajra Art! Senior Brother Zhao is getting serious!"

"Chen Chuan is in danger! With the Vajra Art’s enhancement, Senior Brother Zhao’s strength is comparable to the Fourth Level of the Transcendence Realm."

Facing the aggressive Zhao Hengjiang who had used his technique, Chen Chuan’s eyes remained calm.

He took a deep breath, his blood surging, and an aura as steady as a mountain rose from him.

"Mountain Shaking Punch!"

He shouted lowly, performing a simple fist technique.

His fists seemed to condense the will to shake mountains. Without dodging or avoiding, he met Zhao Hengjiang.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two were instantly locked in battle, fists flying, and the sound of collisions exploded continuously like muffled thunder.

Zhao Hengjiang’s fists were heavy and powerful, with a metallic texture, each punch enough to break stone.

Chen Chuan’s Mountain Shaking Punch appeared more subtle and heavy.

It seemed simple and unadorned, but it had endless follow-up strength, each punch accurately striking Zhao Hengjiang’s weakest point.

The scene was extremely intense, with every punch hitting home!

However, what shocked everyone was that even with the Vajra Art, Zhao Hengjiang still couldn’t gain the slightest advantage.

Instead, under Chen Chuan’s storm-like fist momentum, he was forced back step by step.

Chen Chuan’s fists truly seemed capable of shaking mountains.

The defensive luster condensed by the Vajra Art rippled continuously under his punches.

Zhao Hengjiang’s arms, chest, and cheeks were repeatedly hit, making dull thudding sounds.

"Impossible! How can your strength be so great?"

Zhao Hengjiang grew more shocked and fearful as the fight went on.

He felt that his Vajra Art was like paper in front of the other’s strange fist technique, unable to provide effective defense.

Bang!

Another heavy punch slammed hard into Zhao Hengjiang’s abdomen.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Hengjiang spat out a mouthful of bile mixed with blood, his protective golden light instantly shattered, and his whole body curled up like a shrimp.

Chen Chuan did not let up, his figure following like a shadow, with punches and kicks falling on Zhao Hengjiang like raindrops.

Crack!

The faint sound of bone breaking could be heard.

Thud!

Finally, under the stunned gaze of everyone, Zhao Hengjiang was like a dead dog, hit in the side of the waist by a sharp whip kick from Chen Chuan.