Battle Against Clinton

Chapter 34: Battling Clinton

Skyfall City covers an extremely vast area, spanning a thousand miles. Its dark, imposing structure appears ancient and profound, like a colossal beast lying dormant, inspiring awe and trepidation!

Today, Skyfall City has become restless. The wide central avenue is crowded with people, buzzing with excited chatter!

At the heart of the crowd stands a spacious, elevated arena. The entire platform is constructed from exceptionally hard black rock, its dark surface emitting a soul-stirring black light, exuding an imposing aura!

On the arena, two figures stand facing each other, each wielding a War Hammer.

The man on the left wears a tight-fitting grey outfit and sports a full beard. He is none other than the burly guard beside Xi Mu, his name is Clinton.

On the other side stands Chen Yun, clad in a black robe.

At this moment, Chen Yun stands perfectly upright on the stage, like a peerless divine sword poised to be drawn. A sharp aura surges from within him like a runaway wild horse, unrestrainedly assaulting the burly man opposite.

Chen Yun clearly holds the advantage in this clash of auras. After all, Chen Yun is capable of Spiritual Sense Projection, a feat only achieved by War Emperor powerhouses. Furthermore, Chen Yun's Spiritual Sense has already reached the pinnacle of Sixth Order War Emperor.

However, Chen Yun refrains from using his Spiritual Sense, relying solely on his aura to contend. Even so, he completely overwhelms Clinton.

Clinton struggles to resist Chen Yun's surging aura, his heart filled with shock. Only when truly facing Chen Yun does he genuinely feel the latter's immense power.

Yet, the more this is the case, the more excited Clinton becomes.

Misty sweat covers Clinton's entire face. He knows he cannot continue to resist like this, or he will be defeated without even fighting.

With a roar, Clinton raises his War Hammer, leaps into the air, and positions himself directly above Chen Yun. He swings down with the force of splitting a mountain.

Chen Yun stares intently at Clinton's rapidly descending War Hammer. The terrifying Battle Qi fluctuations stir up a gust of wind, making Chen Yun's black robe billow.

A glint of youthful recklessness flashes in his eyes. Chen Yun swiftly raises his own War Hammer, pointing it upwards like a rocket launch. He injects a torrent of his formidable Battle Qi into it.

Chen Yun bulges the muscles in both his arms, grips the hammer handle with both hands, and fiercely meets the descending War Hammer.

"Boom!" A deafening collision rings out, causing the entire arena to tremble violently.

Many in the crowd clutch their ears in pain, a trickle of blood escaping.

The moment the two War Hammers collide, time seems to freeze for a brief instant. The impact is incredibly powerful, shaking both the vision and the spirit of onlookers.

After the collision, Clinton is propelled backward rapidly. He executes several somersaults in mid-air to dissipate most of the force.

However, the remaining momentum still causes his feet to slide a considerable distance across the stage upon landing. Finally, Clinton slams his War Hammer heavily into the arena behind him, finally halting his momentum.

Chen Yun, having received a vertical downward force, does not retreat a single step. However, the stage beneath his feet is now covered in cracks, and his legs tremble.

Chen Yun feels a surge within his body and quickly suppresses it. Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth.

In truth, Chen Yun's offensive angle was disadvantageous. Faced with that situation, the best course of action would have been to dodge. However, Chen Yun chose to confront it head-on.

This kind of battle is the most interesting and exhilarating!

Clinton's lips also show a trace of blood, and his hands tremble. While the first exchange appears to be a draw, those with keen eyes can see that Chen Yun has actually won.

"Haha! Good! Truly a hero of the younger generation! There are few people I, Clinton, admire, but you are one of them now!" Clinton laughs heartily.

Chen Yun also laughs, "You're not bad either! That last strike was incredibly powerful! Exhilarating! Let's go again!"

Saying this, he lifts his War Hammer and proactively charges towards Clinton.

Seeing Chen Yun attack, Clinton excitedly shouts, "Good!" and charges forward with his War Hammer.

Immediately, a series of low thuds erupts as the two engage fiercely, their speed increasing with each passing moment. Only blurry silhouettes can be seen.

Suddenly, Chen Yun leaps into the air above Clinton like lightning. He raises his War Hammer with both hands and slams it down fiercely. The War Hammer vibrates with terrifying energy fluctuations.

Feeling the immense pressure bearing down from above, Clinton's expression changes drastically.

Without time to think, he swings his War Hammer, unleashing a hammer-shaped Battle Qi energy wave. However, it disintegrates and explodes upon contact with Chen Yun's unstoppable descending War Hammer.

But it is precisely because of this brief resistance that Chen Yun's hammer strike is slightly delayed. However, this momentary pause is enough for Clinton to escape the range of his attack.

With a "swish," a grey blur streaks away like lightning.

Almost simultaneously, a thunderous roar echoes behind Clinton, sending a chill down his spine.

Chen Yun's previous strike was truly terrifying, something he could not possibly withstand. He lacks Chen Yun's boldness to meet it head-on.

Chen Yun leans forward, but his strike misses. The War Hammer carves a large hole in the arena.

At this moment, Chen Yun is between exhaling his old strength and drawing in new power. Clinton, unwilling to let this opportunity pass, pushes his speed to the absolute limit. His War Hammer leads the charge, aiming for Chen Yun's back.

Seeing this scene, gasps erupt from the crowd below.

Brian and the others tense up, their faces etched with worry.

Niya's pretty face turns red with anxiety. She wrings her hands together, her fingernails digging into her flesh from excessive tension, drawing blood. But Niya pays no mind to it; her mind is solely occupied with Chen Yun's safety.

At some point, Chen Yun's image has become deeply imprinted in her heart, impossible to erase.

Chen Yun, of course, senses the whistling wind behind him. However, in his current state, he has no time to turn and block Clinton's deliberate strike.

This is also due to Chen Yun's lack of combat experience. Although he has long fought Fierce Beasts, beasts are not as intelligent as humans.

Only high-level Fierce Beasts possess intelligence comparable to adult humans; other beasts rely on instinct or their meager intellect.

Aside from Old Ent, this is Chen Yun's first time fighting a human of such formidable strength.

Normally, Old Ent rarely spars with Chen Yun, focusing solely on training his Physical Body. Fighting Fierce Beasts is one of the important aspects of this training.

After all, the physical bodies of fierce beasts are extremely strong, which is beneficial for physical training.

However, this was also a major oversight on Old Ent's part!

But at that time, Chen Yun's strength was too weak, and Old Ent was eager for him to improve rapidly. Therefore, he overlooked the difference between fighting fierce beasts and fighting humans!

Although Clinton's Battle Qi strength was only Fifth Order Peak, the combat power he unleashed was not weaker than a mid-tier War Emperor. Moreover, his combat experience was extremely rich, and his judgment was sharp. He accurately seized the fleeting combat opportunity.

Chen Yun was far inferior in this regard. Although his overall strength surpassed Clinton's, he fell into a disadvantage due to his lack of experience. This alone was enough to threaten his life.

Sensing the gust of wind rapidly approaching from behind, Chen Yun's expression turned grim.

What to do! What to do! Chen Yun thought anxiously.