Chapter 145: Explosive (2)

The opponent’s power was not at all inferior to his own; in fact, its condensation and heaviness were even superior.

"Impossible! Your power..."

Chen Chuan gave him no chance to think. The Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture circulated endlessly, and his battle instincts were pushed to the limit.

He moved with profound footwork, his figure like a ghost.

Fists, elbows, knees, shoulders... every part of his body transformed into the most terrifying killing sharp weapon.

His offensive was like a violent storm, pouring down incessantly upon Jin Wu.

"Second Revolution!"

"Third Revolution!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Rumble!

In the arena, purple-gold and golden lights intertwined and collided frantically.

Every exchange caused the earth to tremble, with air explosions ringing out continuously.

The two figures were as fast as lightning, leaving countless afterimages in the arena. The shockwaves of the battle forced the onlookers to keep retreating.

However, what chilled the hearts of the Jin Family members was...

Jin Wu, whom they had high hopes for, was actually being beaten back step by step under Chen Chuan’s violent assault, left with only the ability to parry and no power to strike back.

The speed he took pride in appeared pale and weak before Chen Chuan’s battle consciousness, which seemed to predict everything.

His incomparably sharp Golden Peng claws tore at Chen Chuan’s purple-gold dragon scales, only managing to kick up sparks and leave shallow white marks, completely unable to break his defense.

"How can this be? Senior Brother Jin Wu is actually being suppressed."

"How can his Physical Body be so strong? What kind of Cultivation Method is that?"

"Monster! He’s a monster!"

The Jin Family Disciples’ faces were pale, their previous arrogance completely gone, replaced by intense unease and fear.

Jin Wushang’s face also darkened completely, his fists clenched so hard his nails almost bit into his flesh.

The ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

"No! I don’t believe it! How could I lose to a First Level trash like you!"

Jin Wu let out an unwilling roar, acting as if he had gone mad.

He pushed the Golden Peng Art to its absolute limit, counterattacking desperately with golden claw shadows that covered the sky.

However, deep within Chen Chuan’s double pupils, Jin Wu’s seemingly violent and matchless offensive was filled with flaws.

His blood-qi circulation, his power trajectory, and the intention of his next move were all as clear as the lines on a palm under the Eye of Wisdom.

Chen Chuan’s gaze turned cold as he found a perfect opportunity.

At the moment when Jin Wu’s claw had spent its power and new strength had yet to rise.

The perfect-grade Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline within Chen Chuan’s body perfectly fused with the power of the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture, all of it poured into his right fist.

A terrifying Fist Intent that caused the world to lose its color began to condense.

"It’s over."

"True Dragon Breaks the Heavens!"

It was still that same Divine Ability, but with the enhancement of the Perfect Bloodline and the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture, its power was worlds apart from when he fought Jin Yuan.

A purple-gold dragon-shaped fist-qi, condensed to the extreme like a Primordial Ancestral Dragon crossing through time and space, let out a soul-shaking dragon roar.

At a speed exceeding thought, it ignored all the defenses Jin Wu had hastily set up and struck with absolute precision at a tiny point of stagnation in his chest’s blood-qi circulation.

That was the fatal flaw seen through by the Eye of Wisdom!

Pfft!

The golden blood-qi armor on Jin Wu’s body shattered like paper.

He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, his chest visibly caving in.

His entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his Aura instantly withering to the extreme.

"No!"

Jin Wushang’s eyes nearly split from rage as he let out a roar of shock and fury.

Chen Chuan’s gaze was cold, without a hint of mercy.

Being kind to an enemy is being cruel to oneself.

His body moved, appearing above the still-falling Jin Wu as if teleporting. His right foot, covered in purple-gold dragon scales, carried the weight of ten thousand pounds as he stomped down fiercely.

Bang!

Like a watermelon bursting, there was another muffled sound.

Jin Wu’s head, filled with fear, unwillingness, and disbelief, followed in Jin Yuan’s footsteps, crushed by a single stomp, with red and white splattering everywhere.

The headless corpse slammed heavily onto the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

The Jin Family’s number two Heavenly Pride, Half-Step Great Power Realm Ninth Level, Jin Wu—dead!

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this bloody and shocking scene.

Immediately after, a tsunami-like cheer of ecstasy erupted from the Chen Family camp!

"We won! We won again!"

"Chen Chuan is invincible!"

"Hahaha! You mangy birds of the Jin Family, where are your Geniuses now? Come on, bark some more!"

"The Source Stone Vein is ours!"

The Chen Family Disciples were so excited they hugged each other and wept, shouting wildly to vent all their excitement and the humiliation they had suppressed before.

Chen Tian even jumped up in excitement, high-fiving those around him.

Chen Xiao let out a long sigh of relief, a smile of both relief and immense pride appearing on his face.

In contrast, the Jin Family was deathly silent, like a tomb.

The Disciples’ faces were as pale as paper, their eyes dull, unable to accept these successive blows.

Jin Yuan was dead, and now even Jin Wu, whom they regarded as their greatest hope, was dead.

Immense disappointment and fear flooded each of them like cold tidal waves.

"Wu’er!"

Jin Wushang let out a shrill cry of grief, his Aura surging violently as his eyes instantly turned blood-red.

He stared fixedly at the purple-gold figure in the arena, his killing intent almost solidifying:

"Little beast! I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Facing Jin Wushang’s gaze that seemed ready to devour him, Chen Chuan only gave him a faint glance.

He slowly withdrew his boiling blood-qi and the purple-gold dragon scales, returning to his calm appearance in green robes.

It was as if the one who had just slain two Jin Family Prodigies in succession wasn’t him.

Seeing this, Chen Xiao immediately stepped forward and sneered, "Wushang, it seems my Chen Family has won this competition. According to the agreement, the ownership of this Source Stone Vein..."

"Shut up!" Jin Wushang abruptly interrupted him, his voice hoarse and filled with violence and malice. "Chen Xiao, do you think this is over? Killing two of my Jin Family’s Prodigies is a blood feud that cannot be reconciled!"

He suddenly turned his head to look at an unremarkable young Disciple among the Jin Family members who had been keeping his head down.

"People of the Chen Family, don’t be happy too soon!" A cruel and distorted smile appeared on Jin Wushang’s face. "Next is when you should be crying!"

As his words fell, the young Disciple who had been keeping his head down slowly looked up.

His face was ordinary, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s, seemingly able to pierce through people’s hearts.

He took a step forward, and an Aura far more dangerous than Jin Wu’s slowly awakened, like a sleeping Ferocious Beast.

"Jin Peng, go. Let them see what true despair is."

Jin Wushang’s voice carried a near-insane hatred.

The young Disciple named Jin Peng nodded.

He calmly scanned the cheering members of the Chen Family before finally letting his gaze rest on Chen Chuan in the arena.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, Patriarch."

In the Jin Family camp, the originally dead and desperate atmosphere...

Instantly reignited with a trace of eerie and crazed hope because of this Disciple named Jin Peng stepping out.