Chapter 179: Winning with Speed (1)

[A/N: We are just a few more golden tickets away from reaching another milestone!!]

Yue Buyun swallowed a healing Medicinal Pill, feeling the medicinal power dissolve and slightly suppress his injuries, as a ferocious expression resurfaced on his face.

When he saw that Chen Chuan not only showed no fear but instead had a mocking smile on his face,

the fury in Yue Buyun’s heart erupted like a volcano, incinerating his last shred of reason.

"You dare to laugh even when death is at your doorstep!" Yue Buyun’s voice was hoarse and filled with venom. "Do you think that because you luckily injured me, you can withstand the three of us joining forces?"

Facing Yue Buyun’s hysterical threat, Chen Chuan simply raised his hand slowly and curled his finger at him.

He then turned his thumb down, making a highly insulting gesture.

"The price?" Chen Chuan sneered, his voice clearly reaching everyone present:

"A dignified Eighth Layer Great Power Realm like you isn’t a match for me, at the First Layer of the Great Power Realm, in a one-on-one fight. So you can only call for companions like a mangy dog, relying on numbers to show off your power?"

"The Vice Alliance Master of the Qingtian Alliance? I think you’re more like the leader of a trash Alliance! A complete waste!"

"You..." Yue Buyun trembled with rage, his face instantly turning the color of pig liver.

Chen Chuan’s words were like a sharp knife, accurately stabbing into his most painful wound.

He could clearly feel that the surrounding gazes, which were originally full of awe, were now mixed with too much undisguised disdain and ridicule.

Indeed, an Eighth Layer Great Power Realm couldn’t beat a First Layer and had to rely on a group attack; his face was completely lost today.

But reason told him that in a one-on-one, he truly wasn’t Chen Chuan’s match; this kid’s Physical Body and Spiritual Power were both incredibly strange.

Face was important, but if he capsized in this gutter, that would be true eternal damnation.

As long as he could eventually take down Chen Chuan and trample him underfoot, there would always be a way to wash away today’s humiliation.

"Senior Brother Yue, why waste words with him!" Zhao Hengjiang shrieked.

He was afraid Yue Buyun would be provoked into another duel, so he hastily fanned the flames: "Act quickly, suppress him, and let him know the consequences of offending our Qingtian Alliance."

After saying that, he turned back to Chen Chuan, his face wearing a morbidly smug and arrogant expression:

"Chen Chuan, let’s see how much longer you can be arrogant. Once my elder brother Zhao Ritian personally takes action, even Su Mengxi will have to pay the price."

"So what if you can fight well alone? Can you oppose the entire Qingtian Alliance? An ant is, after all, an ant."

Chen Chuan’s cold gaze swept over Zhao Hengjiang: "Zhao Hengjiang, don’t worry. I’ll take special care of you in a moment, making sure you regret ever coming into this world."

"Hahaha! Still stubborn even at death’s door!" Zhao Hengjiang snorted, his face full of disdain.

His elder brother Zhao Ritian was his greatest backer; as long as he thought about his brother’s return, his heart was full of confidence.

No matter how much of a monstrous talent Chen Chuan was, could he really turn the heavens upside down?

"Attack!"

Yue Buyun finally stopped hesitating. With a sharp shout, he forcibly suppressed his injuries and was the first to launch an attack.

He couldn’t let Chen Chuan continue speaking; for every extra sentence, his face stung a bit more.

Yang Shihai and Liu Mang also erupted at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, coordinating with Yue Buyun to form a pincer movement.

Yang Shihai struck out with both palms, bringing a gust of fishy wind; he clearly cultivated a poison palm technique.

Liu Mang used a heavy Mountain-Cleaving Saber, his blade wind sharp and his strength immense.

Although Zhao Hengjiang’s injuries hadn’t healed and his strength was greatly reduced, he also waited for an opportunity on the side, launching insidious sneak attacks.

In an instant, fist shadows, palm winds, and saber light poured toward Chen Chuan in the center like a violent storm.

The battle instantly reached a fever pitch!

Facing the three of them joining forces, Chen Chuan naturally didn’t dare to clash head-on as he had before.

His figure moved like a ghost through the narrow encirclement, choosing to fight while maneuvering, looking for opportunities to take them down one by one.

The Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture operated at full power, providing him with strong power support and astonishing reaction speed.

He either parried, dodged, or counterattacked in the blink of an eye, neutralizing the incoming attacks one by one.

For a time, the sounds of exploding energy in the small courtyard were constant, new pits constantly blasted into the ground, and dust flew everywhere.

However, to onlookers, Chen Chuan’s situation was already critical.

He was like a small boat in a storm, appearing to be struggling under the fierce combined offensive of the three, his movements quite disheveled as he could only keep dodging, seemingly unable to fight back.

"Hahaha! Chen Chuan, where’s that arrogance from before? Why are you just hiding like a rat?"

Seeing Chen Chuan’s struggling appearance, Yue Buyun felt immensely gratified, mocking him wildly while attacking fiercely.

Zhao Hengjiang was even more excited, his face flushed red as he shrieked:

"Yes! Just like that! Break his legs, let’s see how he hides then."

The watching Disciples all shook their heads and sighed at the scene.

"It’s over. Chen Chuan ultimately cannot match four hands with two fists."

"It’s already a miracle he’s held on this long, but his Spiritual Power consumption must be massive. Defeat is only a matter of time."

"Sigh, what a pity for such a Genius. If only Senior Sister Su Mengxi were here; with her Ninth Level Great Power Realm Cultivation, she could surely resolve this for Chen Chuan."

"Senior Sister Su? Forget it. I heard Zhao Ritian has returned; I’m afraid even Senior Sister Su might have trouble protecting herself."

Wang Lan and Yang Shu’s hearts were also in their throats.

Looking at Chen Chuan’s disheveled figure dodging, their faces were pale.

The fire of hope that had just ignited in their eyes was extinguished once more, leaving only deep despair and regret.

They could almost see the miserable end of Chen Chuan being crippled and then cruelly tortured.

Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided, and the arrogant and cruel smiles on Yue Buyun and Zhao Hengjiang’s faces were at their peak,

the situation on the field suddenly changed!

Chen Chuan, who had been in a passive state of taking hits, suddenly had a sharp light flash in his eyes.

"I’ve played enough; it’s time to end this."

He whispered, and the technique within his body abruptly shifted.

The power Foundation provided by the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture remained unchanged, but a light and ethereal power surged from his Dantian, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones.

The Wind God Art began to operate.

Buzz!

An invisible wave of air diffused with Chen Chuan at the center, and his figure became blurred and indistinct at that moment.

"What?"

Yue Buyun’s certain-to-hit punch missed again.

He only felt a blur before his eyes as Chen Chuan’s figure swept past the edge of his fist wind like blue smoke, his speed more than doubling.

"So fast!"

Yang Shihai’s double palm strike also hit empty air.

He only felt an afterimage sweep past him, the resulting wind stinging his cheeks.

"Where is he?"

Liu Mang roared as he swung his saber in a horizontal slash, but he only sliced through air, not even touching the corner of Chen Chuan’s clothes.

Chen Chuan’s figure seemed to have turned into a real wind, flickering unpredictably in the small courtyard, leaving behind a series of dizzying afterimages.

The attacks from Yue Buyun’s trio could no longer lock onto his true body, all of them falling into empty space.

"My god, what kind of speed is this?"

Unbelievable cries of shock erupted from the watching crowd.

"Afterimages! I actually saw afterimages! How did his speed suddenly become so terrifying?"

"What kind of movement technique is this?"

"Fighting across seven Realms and possessing such terrifying speed, what kind of monster is this Chen Chuan?"

Everyone was stunned by the speed Chen Chuan suddenly unleashed, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.