Chapter 183: An Unexpected Battle Result (1)

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

No matter how much Chen Chuan struggles, can he really go against heaven?"

A Disciple with a fleshy face was the first to slap down his Origin Stones.

"Pah! Do you even understand the worth of a ’Lao Liu’?"

"Look at Senior Brother Chen’s expression. Does that look like someone going to his death? He’s clearly as indifferent as if he’s going to pick vegetables in a garden."

"I bet five catties of Origin Stones on Chen Chuan! Take a gamble, and a green mule might turn into a Dragon Horse!"

Another thin, small Disciple argued back with his neck stiffened.

"Brother, you have good taste!"

"I also think Chen Chuan is hiding his depth. Look at how he beat Vice Alliance Master Yue Buyun and the others, like he was beating his own sons. The way he swung that shoe sole really had the flair I had back in the day."

"I bet twenty catties of Origin Stones that Chen Chuan wins."

A Disciple who claimed he was also fierce back then echoed loudly.

"Forget it! Senior Brother Zhao’s ’Nine Blades of the Blazing Sun’ is cultivated to the point of perfection. What can Chen Chuan use to block it? His face? I bet fifty catties of Origin Stones on Zhao Ritian."

"Superficial! Too superficial! In the Cultivation world, jumping ranks to kill is the way to go! Senior Brother Chen must be a child of providence; I’m betting on him."

"I think that kid Chen Chuan is handsome, so I’m betting on him."

"..."

The betting scene was in full swing, with all sorts of funny remarks popping up one after another.

There were the theoretical types who analyzed everything logically.

There were the intuitive types who relied entirely on their gut.

And there were the "looks-based" ones who bet on whoever looked better.

For a moment, the perimeter of the Life and Death Stage seemed to turn into a vegetable market.

On a high platform not far from the arena, several Outer Sect Elders had also quietly arrived.

Their Auras were profound, their gazes like torches, as they watched the scene below with great interest.

"This boy is Chen Chuan? His name has certainly been ringing in my ears lately," a White-Bearded Elder said, stroking his beard.

"Indeed. Not long after joining, he has stirred up quite a storm; he certainly has some tricks up his sleeve," another serious-looking Elder nodded.

The Elders chatted and laughed, clearly full of anticipation for this duel.

On the stage, the Elder in charge of arbitration saw that the time had come and announced in a deep voice: "Life and Death Stage, a battle of life and death! Grudges are cleared, and each follows his destiny! Begin!"

Before the words had even faded, a cold light burst from Zhao Ritian’s eyes.

"Clang!"

The long saber at his waist was boldly unsheathed, and scorching fire-attribute Spiritual Qi instantly erupted. A miniature blazing sun seemed to condense on the blade, twisting the air with its heat.

"Nine Blades of the Blazing Sun, Burning the Wilds!"

He didn’t bother with any testing moves; his first strike was a killing blow.

The saber glow was like a bolt of silk, carrying a heat that could incinerate the eight desolations as it tore through the air and slashed down toward Chen Chuan’s head.

The Aura was so grand that the Disciples who bet on him let out a burst of excited roars.

Chen Chuan’s gaze narrowed, and the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture inside him surged. Pale gold bloodline energy flowed over his body’s surface as he met the strike with a punch, neither dodging nor evading.

On the edge of his fist, power was condensed to the extreme.

"Boom!"

Fist and saber met, erupting in a deafening explosion.

A violent shockwave of Spiritual Qi spread out from the two of them, making the clothes of the crowd below flutter wildly.

Thud, thud, thud!

Chen Chuan’s figure swayed, and he was forced back over a dozen steps by that massive force before he could barely steady himself.

The sleeve on his arm was shredded by the Saber Qi, revealing skin that was slightly red but completely unharmed.

"As expected, I’m still at a disadvantage when it comes to a direct clash of Spiritual Qi."

Chen Chuan understood this in his heart; the powerful physique of the Chaos Divine Body allowed him to withstand this level of force rebound.

"Whoa!"

Seeing Chen Chuan knocked back by a single strike, the crowd below immediately broke into an uproar.

"It’s over, it’s over! My Origin Stones are gone!" The Disciples who had just bet on Chen Chuan turned pale.

"Hahaha! See that? A gap in strength is a gap! Senior Brother Zhao is mighty!" The Disciples who bet on Zhao Ritian danced with excitement.

Zhao Hengjiang was so excited he almost rolled off his stretcher, a cruel and gratified smile squeezing onto his pig-like swollen face.

He hissed unclearly, "Brother! Kill him! Just like that! Hack him to death!"

Zhao Ritian stood with his saber, looking at Chen Chuan with contempt and shaking his head. "Your speed is acceptable, but your strength is so lacking. Is this all? You truly disappoint me."

Facing this blatant contempt, Chen Chuan slowly raised his head, the curve at the corner of his mouth widening slightly.

"Disappointed? Then I’ll give you some hope."

Before he finished speaking, an ancient and incomparably noble Aura suddenly awakened within his body.

"Buzz!"

Faintly, the roar of a Dragon seemed to resound!

Chen Chuan’s eyes instantly turned into cold purple-gold vertical pupils, and the skin across his body was covered in fine, magnificent purple-gold Dragon scales that shimmered with a metallic luster.

On his forehead, two small but majestic Dragon horns pierced through his hair, clearly visible.

His Aura soared like a rocket; although his Realm was still the First Layer of the Great Power Realm, that sense of pressure and power made all the Great Power Realm Disciples present feel palpitations.

"Dragon Clan Bloodline?" Below the stage, a knowledgeable Disciple cried out in shock.

"Oh my god! Senior Brother Chen isn’t human? Is he a Dragon?"

"Nonsense! He possesses a Dragon Clan Bloodline! The Chen family of Tuyang City—he’s a member of the Chen family."

"He hid it so deep; so this was his trump card all along. Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline—just the name sounds incredibly powerful!"

"My Origin Stones are saved! Chen Chuan is mighty! Let the Dragon blood boil!" The gamblers felt their hope rekindled.

The Elders on the high platform were also slightly moved.

"It really is the Chen family’s Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, and judging by the level of dragonification, the bloodline concentration is not low," a glint flashed in the White-Bearded Elder’s eyes.

"This boy’s fated opportunity is not small. To be able to stimulate his bloodline to such an extent, it seems he gained many benefits in Tuyang City."

The contempt on Zhao Ritian’s face instantly froze, replaced by an unprecedented gravity and gloom.

From Chen Chuan’s current Aura, he felt a hint of true threat.

This caused the unease in his heart to magnify rapidly. Zhao Hengjiang’s wild laughter stopped abruptly, like a duck being strangled; only fearful whimpers remained.