Breakthrough to the Middle Stage of the Seventh Grade
Focusing only on martial arts, ignoring principles?
On the high platform, the expressions on the faces of all the Chief Instructors became incredibly varied.
Old Freak Wang's smug smile froze, replaced by a deep look of astonishment.
This is insane!
This kid from the Ancient Martial Arts School is absolutely insane!
Faced with a monster whose Daoist arts are almost at their Origin Source, capable of using life and death to overcome life, you actually want to abandon your own years of profound understanding of the laws and fight with your bare hands?
Isn't this using one's own weakness to attack the enemy's strength?
No, that's not right!
Everyone subconsciously believed that Chen Fan's strength lay in his mysterious and unpredictable Way of Life and Death.
But who says his fighting skills are necessarily weak?
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on that slender figure, filled with curiosity and a hint of anticipation.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Fan smiled.
It wasn't the calm, calculating smile of someone in control, nor the gentle smile of someone facing the weak; rather, it was a genuine, heartfelt smile, like the pure joy of a young person finding something they love.
He suppressed all his outward aura and bowed solemnly to the figure with soaring battle intent, performing a perfectly standard Ancient Martial Arts Practitioner's Rite.
A clear, resonant voice echoed throughout the venue.
"My Senior Fellow Apprentice's invitation is exactly what I wanted."
"This battle will be decided solely on martial prowess, not on principles!"
The moment the words fell, the vast and boundless Life-and-Death Dao Resonance and Death within Chen Fan's body receded like the tide, sinking into the miniature World Dao Mark deep within his Dantian, with not a single trace of law fluctuation escaping.
In the most resolute way, he removed his sharpest armor and laid down his strongest spear.
Simply to respond to the pure respect shown by our opponent!
"Good!"
The chief disciple opposite him had an unprecedentedly brilliant light in his eyes. He looked up to the sky and let out a hearty laugh that shook the surrounding area.
My name is Zhan Kuang!
"Today, let us set the record straight for Martial Dao!"
Before the last name had even faded away, the white jade ground beneath Zhan Kuang's feet suddenly exploded, creating a deep, spiderweb-like crater!
He was like a cannonball, without any unnecessary movements. The air was compressed into a white shockwave that exploded behind him. A simple and unadorned straight punch, which contained all his energy and spirit, had already crossed dozens of feet of space and slammed into Chen Fan's face!
Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!
Facing a punch powerful enough to shatter mountains, Chen Fan neither dodged nor evaded.
He took a deep breath, focused his energy in his Dantian, and similarly invigorated himself by twisting his waist and thrusting his hips forward!
He then met the attack head-on with a straightforward, unadorned straight punch!
"Thump!!"
Their fists collided.
A deep, muffled sound, like two Stars colliding, or like the thunderous roar of an ancient temple bell being struck!
A visible white sonic wave emanated from the point where the two fists clashed, spreading out with a thunderous roar!
The White Jade Plaza beneath their feet was cracked inch by inch, with countless fissures spreading in all directions like a ferocious centipede.
Chen Fan and Zhan Kuang both jolted violently at the same time, and then, without either of them taking the first step, they each slid back three steps.
Each step left a footprint half a foot deep in the hard ground!
Have equal shares!
"Happy!"
Zhan Kuang shook his slightly numb fist, his face showing even greater excitement.
After a brief silence, the real battle erupted!
"Bang! Bang!!"
Two blurry afterimages collided violently in the center of the square, engaging in the most primal and violent close-quarters combat.
Fist to fist, foot to foot, elbow to knee, shoulder to shoulder!
Each collision produced a deafening sonic boom and a muffled thud; each clash left new cracks and craters on the ravaged square.
In the stands, everyone instinctively held their breath, their eyes glued to the screen, afraid of missing a single moment.
What did they see?
In pure physical combat, Chen Fan was actually able to fight on equal terms with the chief Zhan Kuang of the Ancient Martial Arts School, who was a specialist in this art and even obsessed with it, without being at a disadvantage!
On the high platform, Old Freak Wang's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, and the Chief Instructors around him also had expressions of utter disbelief.
"What is this kid's body made of?!"
"Every punch he throws contains explosive power; the sheer power of his Qi and Blood and energy is simply unbelievable!"
"A monster... a true monster! Cultivating both Daoist and martial arts, and reaching the pinnacle of his generation in both!"
Hundreds of rounds passed in the blink of an eye.
The Zhan Kuang's momentum did not diminish at all; on the contrary, he became more and more courageous as he fought. His Qi and Blood and qi surged throughout his body, like a huge Great Furnace. The power of each punch was faintly heavier and deeper than the previous one!
He was completely immersed in the exhilarating battle, letting out an excited roar.
"That was great! Chen Fan, let's go again!"
He suddenly roared, his body trembled, and a mysterious bronze luster appeared on his skin. His muscles instantly swelled, and he seemed to transform into a War God who had stepped out of Primordial Era mythology!
Boom!
Power and speed surged once again at this moment!
The previously evenly matched situation was instantly broken, and Chen Fan was at a disadvantage for the first time.
Faced with the frenzied and unreasonable onslaught of the Zhan Kuang, he was forced to retreat step by step.
"Bang!"
A heavy punch grazed Chen Fan's cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his face, and a trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.
However, Chen Fan's Obsidian- like eyes shone with an astonishing light at this moment, filled with unprecedented excitement and fervor.
That's the feeling!
This kind of pressure, pushing you to the edge, where every muscle is groaning and every cell is trembling!
This long-lost feeling was exactly the kind of tempering he craved!
"Pojun!!"
The Zhan Kuang burned his life force and Qi and Blood, gathering all his power into his right fist, and unleashed the strongest and purest punch of his life!
Wherever the fist pointed, even the space itself groaned under its strain, as if it were about to be completely shattered by this extreme power!
And at the very moment that most powerful punch descended.
Within Chen Fan's body, the long-dormant crimson-gold Life-and-Death Dao Blood seemed to receive an ultimate stimulus, creating an unprecedented perfect resonance with the dormant World Dao Mark within his Dantian!
Boom!!
An invisible shackle shattered within his body!
A boundless power, more than ten times deeper than before, suddenly awakened like a slumbering Primordial Era dragon!
Seventh Grade Immortal Realm, Mid-Stage!
Facing the Pojun Fist, capable of splitting mountains and shattering peaks, Chen Fan took a deep breath, and the newly generated power within his body surged into his right arm like a rushing river.
He threw a punch as well.
This punch seemed ordinary, even simpler than the previous moves.
But when two fists of vastly different sizes collide in mid-air once again...
"Click..."
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The powerful fist force of Zhan Kuang, capable of shattering Stars, was utterly destroyed and crumbled inch by inch in front of Chen Fan's seemingly ordinary fist!
Finally, Chen Fan's fist pierced through all the shattered energy and stopped steadily an inch in front of Zhan Kuang's brow.
The violent force of the punches whipped Zhan Kuang's long black hair backward, making it flutter wildly.
The entire hall was deathly silent.