Although Cui Xuanhui lay face down, his Spirit Manifestation reassembled in moments. As Chen Chuan approached, a fist poised between illusion and reality slammed down at him! Chen Chuan raised his arm and swept his hand aside. The motion was blindingly fast, yet his upright posture and advancing steps never changed. Only a mass of rapidly moving platinum light appeared around the end of his hand.
Upon contact, the spiritual flames covering the Spirit Manifestation's fist offered no protection whatsoever. The entire forearm instantly dissolved into drifting mist, and its body flickered unsteadily along with it.
The hearts of the Academy's spectators all skipped a beat. Although the previous collision had felt more powerful, the effortless ease of this strike was undoubtedly far more impressive.
This only happened when the strength of the body and Spiritual Fire had reached a level high enough to overwhelm an opponent. Both men were Mystic Hall Fighters, yet the gap between them seemed as great as an entire tier.
It seemed those earlier rumors were not false...
Despite his unhurried pace, Chen Chuan had already reached Cui Xuanhui's back. In that brief interval, however, the latter's shattered spine had rapidly healed. Though it had not fully recovered, it no longer hindered his movements.
Cui Xuanhui spread the fingers of both hands outward. With nothing more than a light touch of his fingertips against the ground, he sprang his lower body upward and lashed both legs backward at Chen Chuan in a series of kicks. Gray Spiritual Fire erupted from the tips of his feet, almost filling Chen Chuan's entire field of vision.
Faced with this fierce onslaught, Chen Chuan took one step sideways, shifting his body some distance to the side.
Cui Xuanhui's spine had not fully healed, after all, leaving his movements half