Chapter 184: An Unexpected Battle Result (2)

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

"The Bloodline Power is not enough," Chen Chuan whispered, as the Wind God Art began to circulate within him at the same time.

Whoosh!

His figure instantly became blurred, as if merging into the wind, leaving only a faint afterimage in his place.

In the next instant, Chen Chuan had already appeared at Zhao Ritian’s side. His fist, covered in Dragon scales, tore through the wind and smashed fiercely toward his temple.

"So fast!"

Zhao Ritian was terrified and hurriedly pulled back his saber to block.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

On the arena, two figures rapidly crossed and collided.

Chen Chuan, having stimulated his bloodline and enhanced his speed with the Wind God Art, was like a ghost, launching a storm-like assault around Zhao Ritian.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees—every part of his body turned into a terrifying weapon.

Purple-gold Dragon scales and scorching saber edges constantly collided, splashing eye-piercing sparks and energy ripples.

The scene was incredibly intense, with the sound of air explosions ringing out incessantly.

Everyone could only see a purple-gold light and a crimson saber glow clashing frantically, moving so fast it was dizzying.

"Is Zhao Ritian being suppressed?" someone exclaimed.

In the field, although Zhao Ritian’s saber techniques were fierce, under Chen Chuan’s absolute speed and attacks from strange angles, he actually seemed to be struggling to cope.

He could only defend passively, being beaten back step by step, looking quite pathetic.

"Bastard!"

Zhao Ritian was frustrated to the extreme. As the undisputed number one in the Outer Sect, when had he ever suffered such treatment?

He immediately activated the Cultivation Technique "Phantom Steps."

His figure swayed, instantly splitting into three blurred afterimages in an attempt to confuse Chen Chuan and recover from his speed disadvantage.

However, the light of wisdom flowed in Chen Chuan’s eyes as the Eye of Wisdom quietly activated.

Zhao Ritian’s seemingly mysterious Clones and move trajectories became clear and even slow in his eyes.

"Trivial tricks."

Chen Chuan snorted coldly, completely unaffected by the phantoms.

He accurately found Zhao Ritian’s true body and delivered a powerful whip kick fiercely onto the back of his saber.

"Clang!"

Zhao Ritian felt a massive force transmit through; his webbing went numb, the long saber almost flew from his hand, and he was once again shaken back, staggering.

"How is this possible? My Phantom Steps are actually ineffective?" He was both shocked and furious.

As the battle continued, Zhao Ritian grew more alarmed and frustrated the more he fought.

He found that all his moves seemed to be seen through in advance, his speed was completely crushed, and his strength couldn’t gain an advantage against the other’s freakish physique and Dragon blood enhancement.

If this continued, he would undoubtedly lose!

And the price of defeat was death!

"I cannot lose!"

A frantic thought sprouted in his heart.

At the exact moment his mind was in turmoil and a tiny flaw appeared as his old strength faded and new strength had yet to arise.

The purple-gold light in Chen Chuan’s eyes flared brilliantly!

"Now! True Dragon Breaks the Heavens!"

The Dragon Essence within him surged, and he threw a punch.

Before his fist, a purple-gold Dragon-shaped Qi roared forth.

With ferocious scales and claws, carrying a domineering will that could tear the heavens apart, it struck with unstoppable force against the blade Zhao Ritian had hurriedly raised to block.

"Rumble!"

This explosion was far louder than before!

The long saber in Zhao Ritian’s hand let out a wail and actually shattered into pieces.

His whole body felt as if hit by a falling star; the sound of his breastbone shattering was clear, and a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments sprayed out wildly.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the barrier at the edge of the arena before sliding limply to the ground.

Everyone stared with wide eyes and open mouths, looking in disbelief at the purple-gold Dragon shadow standing on the arena and at Zhao Ritian, who was lying on the ground spitting blood.

Zhao Ritian lost?

The number one of the Outer Sect, Zhao Ritian of the Great Power Realm Ninth Level Peak, was defeated head-on and seriously injured by a new Disciple of the First Layer of the Great Power Realm?

Hiss!

A moment later, the sound of people sucking in cold air rose from all sides, merging into one.

"He won? Senior Brother Chen won?"

The Disciples who bet on Chen Chuan were stunned at first, then erupted into earth-shaking ecstasy and cheers.

"I’m rich! I’m rich! Hahaha! I’m going to make a fortune!"

One gambler was so excited his eyes filled with tears, and he jumped up and down while hugging a stranger next to him.

"He really fought upwards! The title of ’Old Schemer’ is well-deserved!"

Meanwhile, the Disciples who bet on Zhao Ritian looked as if they had lost their parents, their faces ashen.

"It’s over, all over. My Origin Stones..."

"Zhao Ritian, you useless piece of trash! Good for nothing but show! Give me back my Origin Stones!"

Zhao Hengjiang fainted directly from fright, a foul smell emanating from beneath him.

The Elders on the high platform also looked shocked, exchanging glances and seeing the Shock in each other’s eyes.

"This boy is truly remarkable!" the serious Elder slowly uttered.

The White-Bearded Elder’s eyes shone with repeated brilliance: "bloodline, Cultivation Technique, eyesight, and Mental state—every single one is of the highest quality. It seems a True Dragon is really about to emerge from our Outer Sect."

On the arena, Chen Chuan slowly retracted his bloodline phenomena and the Wind God Art, his Aura returning to steady.

Only the Dragon horns on his forehead and the powerful field around him that had not yet fully subsided proved the reality of the fierce battle just now.

He looked calmly at Zhao Ritian, who was struggling to crawl up.

Zhao Ritian’s face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with malice and unwillingness, along with a trace of fear he refused to admit even to himself.

He coughed up blood, his voice hoarse: "Chen Chuan, I admit you are a monster."

He stared fixedly at Chen Chuan, the look of madness in his eyes growing more intense.

"But did you think it would end like this?"

At the moment those words fell, a powerful Aura suddenly erupted from within his body.

The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth began to frantically gather toward him.

"Boom!"

A powerful pressure descended; it was none other than the Spirit Transformation Realm.

He had directly chosen to Breakthrough!

A hideous and determined smile appeared on Zhao Ritian’s face:

"I originally intended to Breakthrough in a while, but now I have no choice."

"To force me into an early Breakthrough to the Spirit Transformation Realm, you can be proud of yourself. Now, feel true despair."

The crowd, who had been cheering for Chen Chuan and were excited about winning their bets just a moment ago, suddenly went silent.

The smiles on their faces instantly froze, leaving only boundless shock.

Spirit Transformation Realm?

How can he fight this?