The Battle Against Clinton

The Battle Against Clinton

Skyfall City covered an immense area, stretching for a thousand li in every direction. Its dark city walls looked thick and profound, as if an ancient primordial beast had crouched there, inspiring dread in anyone who laid eyes upon it!

Skyfall City had grown restless today. The spacious central avenue was packed with people, and their clamorous discussions made the place exceptionally lively!

At the very center of the crowd stood a spacious, towering arena. The entire platform had been built from fairly hard black rock, and its pitch-black surface shimmered with an awe-inspiring Black Light, giving it an imposing air!

Two people stood on the arena, each holding a warhammer and facing the other.

The person on the left wore a tight gray outfit and had a full beard. He was none other than the burly guard beside Ximu. His name was Clinton.

The person on the other side was Chen Yun, dressed in black robes.

Chen Yun stood straight as a sword on the verge of leaving its sheath. His sharp aura surged from within him like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, recklessly crashing into the burly man opposite him.

It was obvious that Chen Yun had the upper hand in this clash of auras. After all, Chen Yun could project his Spiritual Sense, something only War Emperors could do. What was more, the strength of his Spiritual Sense had already reached the peak of the Sixth Order War Emperor realm.

But Chen Yun had not used the power of his Spiritual Sense. He was relying entirely on his own aura to contend with Clinton, yet even so, he had Clinton pinned down completely.

Clinton was struggling to resist the surging aura rushing toward him from Chen Yun, and his heart was filled with shock. Only after truly facing Chen Yun did he feel the latter's strength so vividly.

Yet the more this happened, the more excited Clinton became.

Cloudy beads of sweat covered Clinton's entire face. Clinton knew he could not keep resisting, or he would lose without even fighting.

Thus, Clinton let out a furious roar, raised the warhammer in his hands, and leaped straight above Chen Yun's head. Then, with the force of splitting Mount Hua, he viciously hacked downward.

Chen Yun stared seriously at Clinton's rapidly approaching warhammer. Terrifying battle-aura fluctuations stirred up a wave of air that whipped his black robes into a wild flutter.

A flash of youthful, reckless brilliance passed through Chen Yun's eyes. He swiftly raised the warhammer in his hands into the stance of a rocket about to launch, and vigorous battle aura crazily poured into the weapon.

Chen Yun tensed the muscles in both arms, gripped the hammer handle with both hands, and fiercely swung it upward to meet the warhammer descending from above.

Boom! A deafening collision rang out, and the entire arena trembled violently several times.

Among the spectators, quite a few people covered their ears in pain, thin streams of blood trickling out.

At the instant the two warhammers collided, there seemed to be a brief frozen scene. It was immensely striking, deeply shaking both the spectators' vision and their hearts.

After the collision, Clinton was hurled backward. He flipped several times in the air before managing to shed most of the force.

Yet the remaining force still caused his feet to slide a long distance across the platform after he landed. In the end, Clinton had to drive his warhammer heavily into the arena behind him before he could finally stop.

Because the force Chen Yun had received was directed straight downward, he did not retreat a single step. However, the platform beneath his feet was already covered in cracks, and both his legs were trembling violently.

Chen Yun felt his insides roiling and hurriedly suppressed it. A thread of blood had already escaped from the corner of his mouth.

In truth, Chen Yun's attacking position had been highly disadvantageous. Faced with that situation, his best response would have been to dodge, but he had not done so. Instead, he had chosen to meet force with force.

This was the kind of battle that was most interesting, and it made one's blood boil even more.

A thread of blood also hung from the corner of Clinton's mouth, while both his hands trembled. The first exchange between the two seemed evenly matched, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Chen Yun had actually won.

"Haha! Good! As expected, heroes truly emerged from the young! There are very few people I, Clinton, admire, but now you count as one!" Clinton laughed heartily.

Chen Yun also laughed and said, "You're not bad either! That strike just now was truly powerful! That was satisfying! Again!"

As he spoke, he lifted his warhammer and took the initiative, attacking Clinton.

When Clinton saw Chen Yun charging at him, he excitedly shouted, "Good!" Then he raised his warhammer and charged to meet him.

In an instant, a series of low thuds rang out. The two fought fiercely, their speed growing faster and faster until only two hazy afterimages could be seen.

Suddenly, Chen Yun leaped above Clinton like a bolt of lightning, raised his warhammer with both hands, and viciously hacked downward. A terrifying energy fluctuation shook atop the warhammer.

Feeling the terrifying pressure bearing down from above, Clinton's expression changed dramatically.

With no time to think, he swung his warhammer and sent out a war-aura energy wave shaped like a warhammer. But the moment it touched Chen Yun's unstoppable descending blow, it collapsed and burst apart.

Yet precisely because of that, the force of Chen Yun's descending warhammer was delayed slightly. But that instant of hesitation was already enough for Clinton to escape its range.

With a swish, a gray afterimage flashed away like lightning.

Almost at the same time, a thunderous boom landed behind Clinton, causing a chill to rise across his back.

Chen Yun's strike just now had been far too terrifying. It was absolutely not something Clinton could withstand. He did not possess Chen Yun's nerve to meet it head-on.

Chen Yun's entire body leaned forward, but his strike had missed. His warhammer smashed a huge hole into the arena.

At that moment, Chen Yun's old force had been exhausted while his new force had yet to arise. How could Clinton let such an opportunity pass? He pushed his speed to the limit, and the warhammer in his hands led the charge toward Chen Yun's back.

At this sight, waves of startled cries rang out from below the platform.

Brian and the others were taut with nerves, their expressions tense.

Niya's pretty face flushed with anxiety. Her delicate hands twisted together, and because of her extreme tension, her fingernails had dug into her flesh, drawing blood. Yet Niya paid none of it any attention. Her mind was filled entirely with concern for Chen Yun's safety.

At some point, Chen Yun's figure had already been deeply imprinted in her heart, impossible to drive away.

Chen Yun naturally sensed the sound of wind breaking behind him, but in his current condition, he had no time to turn around and block Clinton's deliberate strike.

This was also because Chen Yun lacked battle experience. Although he had often fought vicious beasts, vicious beasts ultimately did not possess the intelligent minds of humans.

Only high-order vicious beasts possessed intelligence comparable to that of adult humans. The rest relied on their instincts as vicious beasts or on their pitifully limited brains.

Other than Old Ent, this was the first time Chen Yun had fought a human with such formidable strength.

Old Ent rarely sparred with Chen Yun. He had only focused on tempering Chen Yun's body, with fighting vicious beasts being one of the most important subjects.

After all, vicious beasts possessed extremely powerful bodies, making them beneficial for physical training.

However, this was precisely one of Old Ent's major oversights!

At that time, Chen Yun's strength had been far too weak, and Old Ent had been eager for him to improve quickly. Thus, he had overlooked the difference between fighting vicious beasts and fighting humans!

Although Clinton's battle-aura strength was only at the Fifth Order Peak, the combat power he erupted with was no weaker than that of a mid-rank War Emperor. Moreover, his battle experience was extraordinarily rich, his judgment seasoned and sharp. He had seized this fleeting opportunity with extreme precision.

Chen Yun was far inferior to him in this aspect. Although his overall strength exceeded Clinton's by a little, his lack of experience had put him at a disadvantage. This single weakness was even enough to threaten his life.

Feeling the fierce wind rapidly approaching from behind, Chen Yun's expression turned ugly.

What should I do? What should I do? Chen Yun thought frantically.