What should he do? What should he do? Feeling the gale behind him that was about to slam into his back in the next instant, countless thoughts flashed through Chen Yun's mind, but he could find no way to deal with the situation.
Was he really going to lose? Chen Yun thought unwillingly.
Relying on his formidable body, he felt that although this strike could not take his life, it was enough to defeat him.
No! I can't lose! Chen Yun roared inwardly in unwilling fury.
Ever since the Dragon Blood bloodline had awakened, the pride, dignity, and indomitability contained within it had begun to seep into his soul, slowly influencing his character.
As a Dragon Blood Warrior, he could not allow the glory of a Dragon Blood Warrior to suffer defeat.
By now, not a single sound came from below the platform. The entire area was deathly silent. Everyone held their breath, eyes wide as they fixedly stared at this breathtaking moment.
Niya was so anxious that tears were practically spilling from her eyes.
Bright frowned, worry filling his eyes as he watched Chen Yun on the platform, his robe billowing wildly from the hammer wind and his hair in disarray.
Lia closed her eyes, unable to bear watching.
France, meanwhile, was so tense that his face was flushed and his neck bulged. With both fists clenched before his chest and his body slightly hunched, he murmured, "Boss!"
Guke was the calmest of them all. His face showed no expression, while his cold, fierce eyes remained fixed on Chen Yun's slightly trembling body. A trace of doubt flashed through his gaze.
He did not believe Chen Yun would lose. It was an instinct.
Moreover, he could vaguely sense a faint, almost imperceptible familiar aura from Chen Yun.
"Boom!" A thunderous, earth-shaking explosion rang out, and many people clutched their chests in horror.
That deafening boom was like an iron hammer viciously smashing into their hearts. Some of the weaker practitioners below the platform went pale, with threads of blood trickling from the corners of their mouths. Fortunately, it did not cause any unnecessary casualties.
By then, the platform had already been obscured by a cloud of dust, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.
The crowd below craned their necks and desperately widened their eyes, trying to make out the scene within the dust.
Before long, the dust on the platform gradually dispersed, revealing a black figure standing straight as a spear. It was none other than Chen Yun.
Although Chen Yun looked battered and his robe was somewhat torn, the entire sleeve on his right arm was gone.
Clinton, meanwhile, lay on the ground, twitching repeatedly. Clearly, he could no longer get up.
Even so, this sight still made the eyes of everyone below the platform nearly pop out.
This... How is this possible? The same question involuntarily surfaced in everyone's hearts.
Guke stared fixedly at Chen Yun. He had not seen clearly what had happened just now.
But Guke had distinctly sensed a familiar aura flash and vanish within the dust. Although that aura had been mixed with an incomparably profound and mysterious presence, making it somewhat different from the one in his memories, no matter what, it had still left Guke utterly horrified.
This... How is this possible? Could he also be... Guke thought in disbelief, his mind filled with uncertainty.
As it happened, when Clinton's warhammer neared Chen Yun's back, every hair on Chen Yun's body suddenly stood on end, and an intense sense of danger rose from the depths of his heart.
He had never expected Clinton's strike to be so powerful—practically reaching the level of a War Emperor Peak strike.
Although his current overall strength was enough to rival an ordinary War Emperor-level expert, the further one cultivated, the greater the gap between realms became. If he fully endured a strike from a War Emperor Peak, then even with a fifth-order physical cultivation as a Body Sect, he would undoubtedly die.
The intense aura of death shot straight into his mind. The Dragon Blood bloodline within his body was about to erupt, but at that very instant, Chen Yun's mind suddenly boomed.
The Taiji used softness as its force to break the opponent's hardness.
In an instant, Chen Yun felt as though he had been enlightened from above, and his mind became utterly clear.
Immediately afterward, Chen Yun's entire body began to tremble unconsciously along with the Taiji true words in his mind, which sounded like sacred music. The Battle Qi and Internal Qi within his body began circulating at the same time, faintly forming a hazy Taiji Diagram. The black-and-white yin-yang fish, their heads and tails connected, slowly began to rotate, emitting wisps of mysterious aura.
However, the entire Taiji phantom looked extremely uncoordinated. The black yin fish was so faint that it was almost nonexistent, while the white yang fish was comparatively slightly more distinct.
Everything seemed to take a long time, but in truth, it happened within the flash of a spark.
Just as the changes within Chen Yun's body were drawing to a close, Clinton's warhammer slammed viciously into him, and a tremendous force surged forth, carrying terrifying Battle Qi energy.
But the scene that followed left Clinton utterly horrified.
He felt as though his attack had struck a mass of cotton. The sensation of having force but nowhere to apply it left his heart heavy and stifled.
Furthermore, the warhammer in his hand was incredibly diverted slightly to the side. It was this minute deviation that caused Clinton's warhammer to miss Chen Yun's body.
Otherwise, Chen Yun would have been in serious danger.
Chen Yun knew nothing of what was happening outside. He was currently in a wondrous state, every cell in his body undergoing subtle changes. The Battle Qi and Internal Qi within him adhered together along an extremely profound trajectory and began moving slowly with great difficulty.
But at that moment, a terrifying force suddenly arrived.
Chen Yun instinctively reached out with his right hand and slowly touched the warhammer radiating violent energy fluctuations. That seemingly slow movement appeared completely mismatched with the warhammer shooting toward him at high speed.
Yet Chen Yun's right hand seemed filled with magic. It landed perfectly on Clinton's warhammer and gently pushed it aside. Then he slightly turned his body, formed his left hand into a palm, and lightly pushed it outward, striking Clinton squarely in the chest.
Clinton was sent flying by that seemingly featherlight palm strike and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Chen Yun also immediately broke free from that state.
Although Clinton's hammer had not struck Chen Yun head-on, the terrifying energy contained within it could not be completely redirected by Chen Yun in his current state. A small portion of the energy still struck him and entered his body.
The Taiji phantom that had formed within Chen Yun's body had already been barely maintained, and its circulation was even more awkward. The Battle Qi energy that surged in immediately caused the Taiji Diagram to collapse.
The Battle Qi and Internal Qi that originally belonged to Chen Yun erupted into turmoil, and a violent backlash ravaged his body with berserk force.
Chen Yun could not help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Although his injuries were extremely serious, Chen Yun forcibly endured them. His body remained standing straight. Even though he trembled incessantly, nothing could be seen from the outside. All anyone could see was blood spilling from his mouth.
Clinton, however, lay on the ground, unable to rise.
To outsiders, it was obvious that Chen Yun had won. But who could know that the injuries Chen Yun had suffered were actually even heavier than Clinton's?
The formerly silent crowd instantly erupted into an uproar, as if a pot had boiled over. Everyone began discussing it noisily.
Brian and the others also breathed a sigh of relief.
Niya rushed directly onto the platform. Seeing Chen Yun spitting blood, her heart ached terribly.
Just as Niya reached Chen Yun's side and was about to extend her hand to support him, a dignified voice rang in her ear: "Don't touch him!"
Immediately afterward, a burly figure abruptly appeared beside Niya, and a rough, large hand blocked her outstretched hands.
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