Confrontation

The two twisted their bodies forcefully in mid-air, their feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, before finally regaining their footing.

Have equal shares!

The stands erupted in an uproar.

"What a pure clash of forces!"

"My God! That Chen Fan, he actually abandoned the Dao Principles he was most proficient in and chose to confront Zhao Xingkong -on?"

"The most terrifying thing is... he actually caught it! He took Zhao Xingkong's punch head-on!"

All the mentors were shocked by this scene, which was both back to basics and extremely violent.

A gleam of euphoria, as if from escaping a calamity, instantly erupted in Old Freak Wang's eyes. He stared intently at the screen, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for a comeback. Lin Xuanqing, on the other hand, simply stroked his beard, a genuine smile of appreciation on his face.

An opponent who can make his beloved apprentice abandon "tricks" and take things seriously deserves this admiration.

"Happy!"

Zhao Xingkong, standing some distance away, shook his slightly numb fist. Instead of being annoyed by his failed attack, he laughed loudly, his calm and steady demeanor completely ignited, transforming into a soaring fighting spirit.

"Again!"

He charged again, this time using both fists and feet.

The powerful punches and sweeping kicks, each seemingly simple yet perfectly aligned with profound principles, embody the essence of Martial Dao —a return to simplicity and authenticity.

A flame also ignited in Chen Fan's amber eyes.

He also withdrew all the Dao Principles, infusing the power of life and Life-and-Death Dao Blood into his limbs and bones, and with the purest physical body and energy control, he engaged in the most primitive and intense close combat with Zhao Xingkong.

In an instant, in the center of the Myriad Beast Valley, fist shadows and palm winds clashed, and the dull impact sounds were like a dense thunderstorm, continuous and endless.

The two fought from the ground to the sky, and then crashed back down to the ground. Wherever they passed, rocks crumbled and the earth cracked, and neither could gain the upper hand.

After hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, and with one of their most intense clashes, the two separated once more, facing each other from a distance.

Zhao Xingkong's Qi and Blood surged like a furnace, and a faint golden luster even seeped from his skin. The light in his eyes was extremely bright.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and looked at the child opposite him who was also breathing heavily, but whose cheeks were slightly flushed. His eyes were filled with admiration that almost overflowed.

"Warm-up is over."

Zhao Xingkong's voice was deep, yet every word was like thunder.

"Chen Fan, only if you can withstand this move from me will you be worthy of my true power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

An ancient aura, a hundred times more powerful than before and even carrying a hint of domineering force, as if it had crossed over from the Primordial Era chaos, began to slowly awaken within his body.

The ancient aura that awakened within Zhao Xingkong's body was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly staining the entire Lost Divine Domain.

"Roar!"

A roar, unlike a dragon's cry, yet possessing the supreme majesty of both, exploded from the void!

Behind Zhao Xingkong, a blurry yet enormous phantom slowly materialized. Its head resembled Primordial Era dragon, majestic and domineering; its body was like a mythical giant elephant, suppressing heaven and earth!

A terrifying pressure, seemingly capable of crushing the eternal heavens, swept across the entire area!

"The Primordial Dragon Elephant! It's the legendary Primordial Dragon Elephant Body!"

In the stands, a well-informed Chief Instructor gasped in shock, abruptly standing up from his seat, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

"Impossible! Wasn't this Ancient Martial Arts School's signature technique supposed to have been lost for thousands of years? The conditions for mastering it are so demanding that almost no one can achieve it!"

"Zhao Xingkong... he actually mastered it!"

These words shocked everyone present.

The Chief Instructors who had previously had confidence in Chen Fan now had extremely solemn expressions. They knew very well what the Primordial Dragon Elephant Body represented.

That represents the ultimate expression of pure power, and is the ultimate embodiment of the Ancient Martial Arts School's concept of "one force can overcome all techniques"!

"Haha!" A look of euphoria and relief, as if he'd escaped death, instantly flooded Old Freak Wang's face. He stared intently at the overwhelming, illusory figure, his voice trembling, "Do you see that? Lin Xuanqing! This is true Martial Dao! Before absolute power, all those fancy Dao Principles are vain!"

He could almost see Chen Fan being punched to dust and Lin Xuanqing kneeling down in defeat.

Lin Xuanqing, however, simply gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, without uttering a word.

In the center of the arena, Zhao Xingkong was bathed in the phantom of the dragon and elephant, and his entire demeanor changed. He was no longer a calm and composed Martial Artist, but a war god who had come from the Primordial Era.

He threw a punch.

The towering, Primordial Dragon Elephant behind him roared and unleashed the same punch.

This punch is called the Primordial Dragon Fist!

Wherever the fist struck, space shattered like fragile Glazed Crystal, revealing a pitch-black Void.

Faced with this devastating attack, Chen Fan's youthful face showed no fear whatsoever, but rather an unprecedented solemnity and reverence.

Under everyone's gaze, he bowed slightly towards Zhao Xingkong, performing a standard ancient Martial Artist salute.

This action is filled with the highest respect for a pure Martial Artist and the Martial Dao spirit behind him.

A glint flashed in Zhao Xingkong's eyes as he also sensed this respect. The dragon-elephant phantom behind him roared even more fiercely, its fist force increasing by three points—this was the response he could give!

After bowing, Chen Fan slowly raised his hands.

A Taiji symbol, interwoven with black and white energies, quietly appeared in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the Taiji diagram rapidly rotated, compressed, and condensed, eventually transforming into a palm-sized, crystal-clear disc.

One half of the roulette wheel is vibrant with life, its green hues flowing, as if it holds the promise of a new beginning for the universe; the other half is lifeless and shrouded in grayness, as if it represents the end of all things.

The Life-and-Death Cycle is a Dao Rhythm.

It was he who, with 8,888 drops of Life-and-Death Dao Blood as his foundation, comprehended the supreme Dao Fruit — the Life-and-Death Wheel —in the midst of Annihilation!

"Go."

Chen Fan uttered a single word softly.

The Life-and-Death Wheel flew out of his hand, heading straight for the Primordial Dragon Fist that seemed capable of destroying everything.

"Boom!!"

Fist and wheel, in the center of everyone's attention, collided violently.

However, the expected earth-shattering explosion did not occur.

That ferocious and unparalleled fist power, upon contact with the Life-and-Death Wheel, seemed to sink into a bottomless quagmire.

The Life-and-Death Wheel spun wildly, and on the vibrant side of the wheel, boundless Life Dao Rhythm erupted, rapidly dissolving that pure power.

On the other side, which was deathly silent and in decline, an aura of eternal end emanated, gradually eroding the domineering Martial Dao will contained within!

One force, one gentleness; one life, one death—within a small space, they formed a perfect cycle!

The illusory image of the Primordial Dragon Elephant let out an unwilling roar, pouring all its power into its fist and pressing down with ferocious force.