Chapter 2409 - 2410: Transformation

Chapter 2409: Chapter 2410: Transformation

"I want to see how your head can recover after being blown to bits!"

Watching Lin Chen’s transformation, Pan Hao couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Simultaneously, there was a trace of rage in his heart, though he didn’t know why.

Normally, with Pan Hao’s current strength, entirely killing Lin Chen would be extremely difficult.

But now, Lin Chen seemed to be determined to break Pan Hao down, without holding back at all, not even leaving the slightest defense. This gave him an opportunity to take advantage.

Whoosh!

A suddenly sharp sound swiftly shot out from Lin Chen’s left hand, and a cold light appeared, drawing a very sharp line in the air, aimed at striking Wang Hao’s right hand holding the round staff.

Just as Wang Hao was about to smash Lin Chen’s head, only half an inch away, Lin Chen’s hair was split to the sides by the force of the blow.

Pan Hao could even feel that Lin Chen’s head could have been split in half!

Yet this sudden change occurred!

The unexpected cold light caught Pan Hao off guard, for his entire focus was on Lin Chen’s offensive and his own attack, never expecting something would suddenly cut through the air.

It was a blade as thin as a cicada’s wing, without a handle, extremely thin, and in the cover of darkness, its appearance was hard to discern.

Only the sound broke through the air, and in the brief moment Pan Hao was dazed, the slender blade struck downwards at Pan Hao’s wielding stick.

A light ’ding’ rang from the stick.

Though the slender blade was short and seemed fragile, when it struck from the side, it managed to deflect the round staff’s downward strike slightly.

At the moment the slender blade struck, Lin Chen crouched down, switching to a semi-squat, stepping towards Pan Hao once more.

This deviation gave Lin Chen a moment to catch his breath, allowing him to evade Pan Hao’s fierce attack.

With the round staff’s mighty force being deflected by Lin Chen’s sneaky move,

The great force carried nothing, causing Pan Hao’s attack to fall into empty space, his round staff bending forward under inertia.

"Not good!"

Pan Hao exclaimed in shock. Though the bending was subtle, as Lin Chen had moved forward a step, this and Pan Hao’s inability to retract the force left him slightly bent forward, while Lin Chen’s longsword was already aiming towards Pan Hao’s upper body, putting Pan Hao in a passive position.

This was an unexpected situation for Pan Hao.

Originally, he thought Lin Chen was making a desperate last stand, but now it appeared Lin Chen intended no such thing. More importantly, he had a follow-up planned, turning Pan Hao from aggressor to defender.

Pan Hao gritted his teeth in vexation; he never expected this young man, merely in his twenties, to be so skilled not just in power but also in combat prowess.

However, at this moment, Pan Hao couldn’t think about much else.

Lin Chen’s sword was already nearing Pan Hao’s chin.

If this sword hit, it would be the end for Pan Hao.

Pan Hao calmed down at this instant.

As a sect elder, though his strength was not at its peak, being injured by a junior like this was too disgraceful.

Taking a deep breath, just as Lin Chen’s sword was about to strike his chin, a viscous liquid suddenly oozed from there.

This sudden transformation made Lin Chen tense.

Yet he didn’t weaken his attacking momentum, instead intensifying it, slashing forward.

This opportunity didn’t come often, and if Lin Chen didn’t seize it well, Pan Hao would be prepared next time.

This way, Lin Chen wouldn’t achieve the element of surprise.

He gritted his teeth, determination shining in his eyes. In this stubbornness, spiritual energy began to whirl in Lin Chen’s just-refilled Dantian, gathering into his arms.

It was the sword technique taught by Wang Hao, not the first move, but the second which Lin Chen had just learned a few days ago.

The power of this sword technique was formidable, as Lin Chen observed in Wang Hao, feeling a strong force within.

However, Lin Chen hadn’t completely mastered it; trying to force it one night nearly led him into an inescapable situation!

But at this life-and-death moment, Lin Chen couldn’t worry about such things, and though unprepared, started channeling the spiritual energy through the meridians in his arm.

In a short moment, the spiritual energy split into two, swirling fiercely around Lin Chen’s arm. you

This aura was far fiercer than before; in the past, Lin Chen was a bit cautious, the spiritual energy slower to allow control.

After all, Lin Chen wasn’t like Wang Hao, who could control the power flexibly.

Yet in this crucial moment, he couldn’t delay, even intensifying the aura in his arm more fiercely.

Spiritual energy flowed like a torrent through his arm’s meridians, continuously trembling, bringing a slight numbness.

Through the pores, in this unrestrained state, droplets of blood seeped, covering his skin in a faint crimson scene.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen’s Tianyan Ancient Sword had collided powerfully with the position beneath Pan Hao’s chin.

The viscous liquid at Pan Hao’s lower side strangely caused Lin Chen’s longsword to make no advancement! It stalled externally, like a swamp, incredibly peculiar.