Chen Chuan was equally keenly aware of force. The moment his blade came down, he immediately sensed something amiss: the effect his power had on Zhao Zhenye was weakening.
His gaze flickered slightly. Fuming Force?
With Zhao Zhenye's abilities, he could have concealed this completely, perhaps luring Chen Chuan into lowering his guard. Yet he had displayed it openly. Was it because he refused to let go of his pride from beginning to end, or because he knew he could not deceive Chen Chuan and simply chose not to hide it? None of that mattered.
Chen Chuan had previously fought Zhao Zhenye's disciple, Qi Qianyang. Since he had come here to battle Zhao Zhenye, there was no way he would fail to take that into account.
During his earlier exchange with his opponent, he had mainly used the force field and force-emission methods of the Great Azure Void Style. The instant he sensed their effect weakening, he switched to the force-emission method of the Great Bright Light Style.
As his blade light cleaved down and collided with Zhao Zhenye again, Zhao Zhenye could no longer withstand it as easily as before. His defensive stance trembled. Though he still tried his utmost to avoid clashing head-on with Chen Chuan, he was now being suppressed and inevitably suffered greater effects.
His heart jolted. Although he had clearly seen Chen Chuan use the power of the Great Bright Light Style before, he had never cultivated it himself and could not determine how far Chen Chuan had mastered it. Yet he had not expected the force of the Great Bright Light Style Chen Chuan now wielded to be no weaker than the Great Azure Void Style from before. Had he mastered this other style as well?
An incredulous feeling rose within him. Such physical