Chapter 180: Winning with Speed (2)

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

Zhao Hengjiang was even more dumbfounded.

His eyes were wide as he desperately tried to capture Chen Chuan’s figure, but he only felt that his vision was filled with blurred shadows, unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Impossible! How could his speed..." A chill rose from the bottom of Zhao Hengjiang’s heart.

Yue Buyun’s trio all felt their hearts sink, a strong premonition of doom welling up.

This feeling of being completely unable to keep up with the opponent’s speed made them feel as if they were stuck in a quagmire, possessing power but having nowhere to use it.

"Not good! Back to back!"

Yue Buyun, with his rich combat experience, immediately shouted a warning.

However, it was already too late!

Chen Chuan’s counterattack descended like a sudden storm!

Relying on the unparalleled speed provided by the Wind God Art, he moved between the three like a butterfly through flowers.

To him, the attacks of Yue Buyun’s trio were full of openings and laughably slow.

"Bang!"

Chen Chuan first appeared beside the weaker Liu Mang, a hand-knife strike accurately chopping his wrist.

"Crack!"

The sound of the wrist bone shattering was clearly audible.

"Ah!"

Liu Mang screamed as the Mountain-Cleaving Saber clattered to the ground.

Before he could react, Chen Chuan’s knee had already slammed heavily into his abdomen.

"Puff!"

Liu Mang’s eyes bulged, and a mouthful of bitter water mixed with blood foam sprayed out.

His whole body curled up like a shrimp as he flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground and losing his combat capability.

"Old Liu!"

Yang Shihai was shocked and enraged, his palms glowing with green light as he struck at Chen Chuan’s back.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Chen Chuan’s body twisted eerily like it had no bones, easily dodging the poison palms.

At the same time, he reached back and grabbed Yang Shihai’s wrist, twisting it with force.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

Yang Shihai let out a pig-slaughtering scream as his arm was twisted at a bizarre angle.

Chen Chuan showed no mercy, kicking him behind the knee.

"Thud!"

Yang Shihai knelt on the ground and was immediately followed by an elbow strike from Chen Chuan to his back. Blood sprayed as he collapsed, following in Liu Mang’s footsteps.

In the blink of an eye, two Fifth Layer Great Power Realm experts were heavily injured and on the ground.

Only the injured Yue Buyun remained.

Yue Buyun’s eyes were nearly splitting from rage, his heart filled with boundless fear.

He wildly swung his fists, starlight exploding, trying to prevent Chen Chuan from getting close.

"Star-Shattering Fist! Hundred Star Explosion!"

Fist shadows covered a large area in front of him like a meteor shower.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute speed, this kind of area attack appeared weak and futile.

Chen Chuan appeared in the blind spot of his attack range as if teleporting, his cold voice sounding in his ear: "Too slow."

The next moment, an irresistible force slammed into the center of Yue Buyun’s back.

"Bang!"

Yue Buyun sprayed blood and pitched forward again. Before he could land, Chen Chuan’s leg shadows swept in like a gale blowing fallen leaves.

"Slap slap slap slap!"

A series of dull thuds rang out as Yue Buyun was kicked repeatedly in the air like a broken sack.

Finally, he fell to the ground like a pile of mud, left with only weak groans, not even having the strength to crawl up.

Everyone looked at the only standing figure in the field, dumbfounded.

With his own power, relying on terrifying speed and formidable combat strength, he had actually beaten three experts into a state where they couldn’t fight back in just a dozen breaths, all of them heavily injured on the ground.

This outcome exceeded everyone’s imagination.

The arrogance and smugness on Zhao Hengjiang’s face had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by boundless fear and horror.

He looked at Chen Chuan standing like a god of war, and then at the three miserably defeated men on the ground.

He only felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his whole body cold and shaking like a sieve.

"It’s over..."

He muttered to himself, instinctively wanting to turn and run.

However, just as he took a step, his vision blurred, and Chen Chuan’s cold face was already right in front of him.

"Want to leave? Did you ask me?"

Chen Chuan’s voice was like a cold wind from the underworld.

Zhao Hengjiang’s soul almost flew away in terror. He tried to flee but was grabbed by the back of the neck by Chen Chuan and lifted up like a small chick.

"Chen Chuan... no, Senior Brother Chen, mercy... have mercy!"

Zhao Hengjiang was a mess of tears and snot, desperately begging for his life.

Chen Chuan’s eyes were icy, without a hint of pity.

"Slap!"

A loud slap landed on Zhao Hengjiang’s face, instantly leaving five clear red marks.

"This slap is for your arrogance and dominance!"

"Slap!"

"This slap is for your refusal to reform!"

"Slap!"

"This slap is for your foul mouth and poisonous heart!"

Chen Chuan held Zhao Hengjiang with one hand while the other hand slapped him left and right. The slaps fell like raindrops, the crisp sounds especially piercing in the silent courtyard.

At first, Zhao Hengjiang could still scream and beg, but later only muffled whines remained.

His entire face swelled up at a visible speed, becoming a literal pig head, with blood and teeth mixing as they flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Zhao Hengjiang’s miserable state, the surrounding people felt their scalps tingle, gaining a new understanding of Chen Chuan’s ruthlessness.

Feeling it wasn’t enough, Chen Chuan threw the unconscious Zhao Hengjiang aside like trash, then walked toward the struggling Yue Buyun, Yang Shihai, and Liu Mang on the ground.

Under the trio’s terrified gazes, Chen Chuan began a new round of abuse.

"Slap slap slap!"

The sounds of slapping rang out again, but this time they fell on the faces of Yue Buyun and the others.

Chen Chuan struck with extreme force, each slap containing Spiritual Power, leaving the three dizzy and their cheeks highly swollen.

After slapping for a while, Chen Chuan seemed to feel it wasn’t enough and actually bent down to take off one of the cloth shoes from his feet.

He held the shoe and began to beat Yue Buyun and the others over their heads and faces.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of the shoe sole making close contact with the cheeks was duller than a palm strike, and even more insulting.

Yue Buyun was so humiliated he almost fainted.

As the dignified Vice Alliance Master of the Qingtian Alliance, when had he ever suffered such a great humiliation?

Yang Shihai and Liu Mang were also dying of shame and indignation, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Wang Lan and Yang Shu were completely petrified, their mouths having been wide open since the battle ended.

Their minds were blank as they just stared blankly at Chen Chuan teaching the three a lesson with his shoe sole.

They had only one thought: "Is Chen Chuan really human?"

The surrounding spectators also looked at each other with complex expressions.

There was shock, horror, and also a strange sense of gratification.

After all, the Qingtian Alliance acted overbearingly on normal days, and there were plenty of people who couldn’t stand them.

After satisfying his urge, Chen Chuan finally stopped and unhurriedly put his shoe back on.

Then, under everyone’s speechless gazes,

he very skillfully began to squat down and slide the Storage Rings off the fingers of the four, unceremoniously tucking them into his own robes.

"Sure enough, it’s this process again."

"This guy is amazing at fighting, but his skill at looting spoils is so practiced it’s painful to watch..."

The crowd no longer knew what expression to use.

After finishing all this, Chen Chuan clapped his hands.

Since they weren’t on the Life and Death Stage and he was restricted by the Holy Land’s rules, he couldn’t kill them, or he would face severe punishment from the Law Enforcement Hall.

Just as Chen Chuan turned around, a dangerous Aura attacked him.

Chen Chuan’s expression didn’t change as he left an afterimage where he stood.

A blade light sliced through the air, finally landing heavily on the ground and tearing a crack over ten meters long.

Immediately after, a figure with an awe-inspiring Aura appeared before everyone.

After seeing the newcomer, Zhao Hengjiang, who was swollen like a pig’s head, hastily crawled over.

"Brother, kill him, avenge me!"