Chapter 246 - 224: Is This Strength Enough?

Chapter 246: Chapter 224: Is This Strength Enough?

Jiang Wenda’s calm voice sounded as he stood up, his gaze fixed on Han Jianshen in the Martial Arts Arena. "He’s only fifth in the Divine Forest Prefecture!"

Before the words had even faded, Jiang Wenda’s figure instantly appeared on the Martial Arts Arena. He planted himself firmly in front of He Qingjing, blocking Han Jianshen’s gaze.

Seeing Jiang Wenda enter the arena, Han Jianshen couldn’t help but smile.

It was a smile filled with anticipation and a hint of derision.

He looked Jiang Wenda up and down, then said, "Senior Brother Jiang, to be honest, I was planning to fight Senior Brother He Linxi first. I want to know what it feels like to defeat everyone on the Sword Heart Ranking."

At his words, the disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect bristled with anger. Many gripped the hilts of their swords, their gazes piercing Han Jianshen like blades.

The expressions of the Panshi Sect disciples darkened as well, as Han Jianshen’s words had clearly disrespected Jiang Wenda.

Jiang Wenda did not get angry. His expression remained calm as he slowly drew the long saber from his waist.

It was a jet-black long saber with a broad blade, its edge gleaming with a faint, cold light.

As the long saber left its sheath, a tyrannical Sword Intent surged from Jiang Wenda, spreading out in all directions like a tangible gale.

He held the saber in one hand, its tip angled toward the ground. In a deep voice, he announced, "Jiang Wenda of the Panshi Sect. Please."

"Please."

Sensing Jiang Wenda’s tyrannical Sword Intent, Han Jianshen’s expression grew serious.

He spread his feet slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and settled into a ready stance.

The next instant, Han Jianshen vanished. He reappeared directly in front of Jiang Wenda.

His right arm suddenly turned crimson, as if lava were flowing beneath the skin. He thrust his palm toward Jiang Wenda’s chest, unleashing a searing wave of heat.

It was the very same palm strike that had just shattered He Qingjing’s attack and defense!

Jiang Wenda didn’t flinch. He activated All Things Return to the Source and the Hidden Blade Technique simultaneously. The tyrannical Sword Intent condensed on his blade as he slashed out!

BOOM!

A violent explosion erupted in the Martial Arts Arena. A ferocious wave of energy, like a physical shockwave, swept out in all directions!

The dust on the ground was kicked up, forming a visible ripple!

Jiang Wenda and Han Jianshen’s figures blurred as they clashed across the Martial Arts Arena. Flashes of the blade and shadows of palms intertwined, producing a rapid series of metallic clashes.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over a dozen moves. They were evenly matched, with neither able to gain an advantage!

"Hahaha! Now this is a rush! This is the kind of power I’m talking about!"

Han Jianshen’s expression grew wild, his eyes flashing with excitement as he stared at Jiang Wenda. "But is this all the power you have?"

No sooner had he spoken than his entire body began to glow. Where before only his right arm had been red, now his face, torso, and limbs all turned a deep, burning crimson.

A searing aura radiated from him like a furnace, and the very air around him began to warp from the intense heat.

The Qilin Fiery Flame Technique!

’The Secret Technique of the Divine Forest Prefecture... Han Jianshen has already cultivated it to the point where its power permeates his entire body. And yet, with this level of strength, he’s only the fifth-ranked disciple in the Refining Organ Realm from the Divine Forest Prefecture?’

BOOM!

Jiang Wenda was knocked back by a palm strike. His feet gouged two long trenches in the hard obsidian floor as he was driven back more than twenty feet before he could regain his footing.

The hand gripping his saber trembled slightly.

Like a phantom, Han Jianshen reappeared before Jiang Wenda in an instant, unleashing a furious storm of palm strikes.

"More power! Put more power into it! Is that all your All Things Return to the Source amounts to? Is this really it? Huh?"

He roared, each palm strike landing with brutal, terrifying force, completely overwhelming Jiang Wenda!

Jiang Wenda was now completely unable to counter-attack. He could only grit his teeth, hold his long saber horizontally before him, and desperately block the tidal wave of palm strikes.

But even so, he was finding it increasingly difficult to defend himself!

Around the Martial Arts Arena, the disciples from the other sects watched the scene unfold in utter astonishment.

In past Celestial State tournaments, the disciples from the Divine Forest Prefecture had always been strong, but their fifth-ranked member had never been *this* powerful.

Jiang Wenda was by no means weak. As the top disciple on the Panshi Sect’s Cyan Cloud Ranking, his strength was undoubtedly among the best of his generation.

And yet, this very same top expert was being so thoroughly dominated by Han Jianshen that he was completely powerless to retaliate!

In the Martial Arts Arena, Jiang Wenda’s face had grown pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Still, he gritted his teeth, pushing the power of All Things Return to the Source and the Hidden Blade Technique to their absolute limits as he desperately held on.

"Not enough! Not enough! Too weak! Too weak! Are you a little girl? Where’s your strength? Where is it?!"

Han Jianshen’s voice thundered across the Martial Arts Arena. His right palm shifted into a fist, smashing aside the blade Jiang Wenda held before him. He then drove straight in, aiming a punch at Jiang Wenda’s chest.

Jiang Wenda roared, flipping his left hand to meet Han Jianshen’s fist with his open palm!

THUD!

With a sickening thud, Jiang Wenda sprayed a mist of blood from his mouth. He was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground and sliding several more feet before coming to a stop.

His face was ashen. The hand gripping his long saber trembled so violently he could barely hold on to it.

The onlookers drew a collective sharp breath at the sight.

Jiang Wenda stared at Han Jianshen, his eyes filled with bitter unwillingness.

He had no intention of conceding. Pushing himself up from the ground, he slowly got to his feet, tightened his grip on his long saber, and was about to charge at Han Jianshen again.

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Senior Brother Jiang, I’ll take it from here," a calm voice said from behind him.

Jiang Wenda turned his head and saw a young face.

Chen Yue had appeared behind him at some point and was now looking at him.

"Hahaha! Chen Yue, is it? Perfect timing! Perfect timing! You’d better not disappoint me!"

Seeing Chen Yue, Han Jianshen threw his head back and roared with laughter, his eyes turning bloodshot with excitement.

He gave Chen Yue no time to prepare. The next instant, he appeared in front of Chen Yue, his palm already raised to strike!

However, before his palm could fall, Chen Yue had already kicked out!

There were no flashy techniques to the kick—it was just a simple front push kick.

But its speed was unbelievable!

Han Jianshen’s eyebrows shot up. An unprecedented sense of crisis flooded his mind.

He instinctively pulled back his descending palm, crossing both arms in front of him to block Chen Yue’s lightning-fast kick!

BOOM!!!

An earth-shattering explosion erupted across the Martial Arts Arena!

Han Jianshen’s eyes widened slightly, his pupils reflecting his own hands, which were now trembling from the impact.

He was sent flying by that single kick, his body sailing through the air in an arc before crashing heavily onto the ground. He tumbled several times before finally skidding to a stop!

The Martial Arts Arena fell into a dead silence.

Han Jianshen lay sprawled on the ground. He shook his dazed head, then looked up.

He saw a pair of feet standing right in front of him.

Han Jianshen slowly raised his head and saw Chen Yue’s face.

"Is this enough power for you?"