Chu Wen's Terrifying Strength

The Chaos Combat Method was a four-in-one combat method formed by integrating the Chaos Martial Arts Hall's four core martial arts.

Its footwork possessed the nimbleness of Chaos Flash; combined with the Chaos Fist Technique, it was unstoppable. With the Chaos Breathing Method coordinating the body's muscles, once this method was mastered, one would be invincible among those of the same rank!

Yet the requirement was that every martial art had to reach the same level, with the minimum being the realm of minor mastery.

At that moment, the wood chips and dust in the arena lingered without dispersing, even swirling around the fighting platform.

The instructors affiliated with the Chaos Martial Arts Hall immediately broke out in cold sweat. That was the Chaos Combat Method!

Even they had never received authorization to learn it!

Some of them had only just reached minor mastery in the Chaos Breathing Method and had no chance of being authorized to learn the other core martial arts.

"How could this be... This Chu Wen is actually a core member of the Chaos Martial Arts Hall..."

The moment the Chaos Combat Method appeared, even Xu Yunzhong could no longer remain composed.

Xu Yunzhong had already signed with the Galloping Martial Hall and been authorized to learn its Galloping Combat Method.

But only after coming into contact with the complete combat method had he understood how terrifying it was.

The proficiency of every martial art had to remain evenly matched. Otherwise, imbalance would result, and the combat method's power would be greatly diminished.

Yet now, Chu Wen actually seemed to be using the combat method. Even the surrounding environment was being affected by him!

The wood chips and dust grew increasingly concentrated. Pan Angyi's eyes stung, but he did not dare close them. He could only force his eyelids open and remain constantly alert to the changes around him.

"Damn it."

He had never expected his feint to end up making a wedding dress for his opponent. Fist shadows flashed one after another as he did his utmost to break through the obstruction before him. Veins bulged across his body, and his expression was utterly ferocious, as though he deeply regretted his decision!

"If you've got the guts, come out! Stop hiding!"

"Break!"

An explosive crack rang out. Chu Wen also thrust out a palm, his other hand circling around his elbow to redirect force.

Pan Angyi only felt as though his fist had struck cotton. Yet the cotton seemed elastic, erupting with a burst of force in the next instant and shoving him away.

His entire body rolled twice across the ground before he steadied himself in a half-crouch.

"Disperse."

The fragments filling the air drifted outward like yellow sand, and only then did the fighting platform become clear again.

The spectators below the stage, who had been anxiously waiting for the outcome, were all struck dumb as if by lightning.

Because the Pan Angyi they had been expecting was now clearly at a disadvantage, crouching at Chu Wen's side with an utterly bedraggled expression.

Pan Angyi noticed this as well and roared, "You actually dared to toy with me!"

He had barely been injured at all. It was only that his current posture made it look as though he had fallen into a disadvantage. In truth, the two of them had merely tested each other!

Chu Wen merely shook his head inwardly. He really does have a student's temperament—far too concerned with saving face.

Pan Angyi's movements were equally nimble. Like a swordfish cutting through water, he closed in at close range and blasted out a barrage of fist shadows.

Chu Wen, however, calmly shifted slightly to the side. His body seemed dreamlike, actually leaving an afterimage where he stood!

Shadow Follows Form! A movement martial art that had broken its limits twice!

"Huff... huff..."

Seeing that his attacks could not land, Pan Angyi could only retreat three body-lengths in a burst, staring at his opponent with a grave expression.

It felt as though he could touch his opponent every time, yet he never truly made contact. What kind of martial art was this? It was too bizarre...

"If you've got the guts, fight! What's the point of dodging all the time?"

"Out in the wilderness, can you dodge a demonic beast to death?"

"What kind of clown trick is this? How embarrassing."

"Does everyone from the Jiangnan Martial Faction only know how to flee like rats?!"

Indignant shouts had already risen from the students below the stage. They understood that Chu Wen was likely trying to exhaust Pan Angyi until he collapsed from sheer fatigue!

It was a tactic, but Pan Angyi was truly being wronged to death.

Just as Lin Wei was about to rebuke them, the arena suddenly fell silent again. She abruptly looked up.

Chu Wen's fist had struck Pan Angyi squarely on the chin. Looking closely, Pan Angyi's expression had visibly twisted, and the agony written across his face explained everything.

Pff!

A sturdy body collapsed powerlessly onto the fighting platform.

Still just one punch!

"This... how could this be..."

"How is this possible? How could it be like this? One punch? How could one punch knock him unconscious? Was there really that much force?"

"Why didn't Pan Angyi dodge? Why didn't he dodge?!"

The onlookers below the stage could not see through the intricacies due to their own lack of strength. They could only roar one after another, unable to believe the reality before their eyes.

Those who had mocked Chu Wen just moments earlier now stood frozen like wooden chickens.

The instructors watching the battle there drew sharp breaths as well.

That speed just now was something even they might have struggled to react to. And the force behind that punch had not sent the man flying—it had merely knocked him unconscious. That required extraordinary control over one's strength.

At the same time, he had to account for the target's positioning; otherwise, he could not have achieved the effect of making his entire body collapse. All of it represented Chu Wen's precise control over power!

Chu Wen's platform was merely an interlude amid the event.

The points tournament continued. Lin Wei entered the arena once again, and facing one of the top ten contestants while her injuries had yet to fully recover, she was already fighting with some difficulty. Zhao Qian, watching from below, kept nervously clutching at her heart, and before she knew it, tears had filled her eyes.

Zhao Qian carefully tucked away the hand cream in her bag. I should return this and get Lin Wei a prettier martial arts uniform instead...

As time passed, another day went by.

Chu Wen remained in a state of half-closed eyes, only opening them when it was time for him to take the stage.

And the spectators who had been utterly despondent yesterday found a new lifeline after one night—

Xu Yunzhong.

"Soon. It'll wrap up today, and Xu Yunzhong will face Chu Wen."

"Xu Yunzhong will definitely put Chu Wen in his place!"

"Chu Wen obviously won dishonorably yesterday. He used a mind-game trick against Pan Angyi, creating a gap in their mental states, then won with a swift sneak attack."

"But once that trick has been used, there won't be a second chance. Chu Wen will definitely lose today!"

"That's right! Xu Yunzhong could beat Pan Angyi easily too. Chu Wen only resorted to psychological tricks, which proves he wasn't fully confident he could take Pan Angyi down."

"Xu Yunzhong, go! Knock down that bastard who only knows how to play tricks!~!"

"Jiangnan Martial University produces nothing but losers who love dirty tricks!"

More and more contestants were withdrawing after suffering serious injuries, and the points tournament was nearing its end.

The lightbrain screen began to scroll. Two names everyone had been eagerly awaiting finally appeared before their eyes.

Platform 7: Chu Wen VS Xu Yunzhong!

"He's finally facing Xu Yunzhong! Xu Yunzhong, knock Chu Wen down!"

"Xu Yunzhong! Xu Yunzhong!"

As the top-ranked contestant in overall strength for two consecutive years, Xu Yunzhong naturally had many supporters.

He was the face of Xinhang Martial University—and, of course, its last hope.

Xu Yunzhong stepped onto the platform amid the crowd's cheers, yet his expression was graver than anyone else's.

Chu Wen, meanwhile, climbed onto the platform with an ordinary calmness, rolling his wrists and ankles as though this were nothing out of the ordinary.

"I admit that you're strong, but I won't lose this battle, and I can't lose. If I use too much force and leave you lying in a hospital bed, don't blame me."

Xu Yunzhong knew he could not hold back. He merely cupped his hands in salute and prepared to strike.

But Chu Wen shook his head slightly. "You? You're still not enough."

Boos erupted below the stage. Shouts also exploded from the Jiangnan Martial Faction's spectator section, but not a single one entered Chu Wen's ears.

Chu Wen had devoted his entire attention to the fighting platform. Everything around him seemed to fall silent; everyone's cheers, even the movements of their mouths, seemed to slow for an instant.

"Then... come!"

Shadow Follows Form erupted. Combined with Chaos Flash, Chu Wen appeared at Xu Yunzhong's side in almost the blink of an eye.

Xu Yunzhong actually reacted. His rear elbow shifted into a slashing posture, and he turned sideways first to knock the blow aside, dissolving its pushing force.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In mere moments, the two had exchanged dozens of moves!

Evenly matched!