Bastard

Chapter 18: Bastard

All eyes in the surrounding crowd watching the fight were fixed on Chen Xuan.

Everyone's eyes showed surprise.

The talent displayed by that silver-haired youth was unbelievable.

At thirteen years old, possessing the strength of a one-star Dou Zhe was already considered very good talent.

He had only been cultivating a high-grade Yellow-tier Combat Skill for less than three days, yet he had already reached the second level.

Looking back through the Cloud Mist Sect's history, no one had ever achieved what Chen Xuan had.

"Oh my god, is this Chen Xuan a monster?"

"Definitely a monster, otherwise how could he master the second level of the Overlord Tiger's Furious Aura Fist in less than three days?"

"Even if someone was guiding his cultivation, it's impossible to master the second level in such a short time."

"Hmph, even if he can cultivate the Overlord Tiger's Furious Aura Fist to the second level, he's still no match for Nalan Yanran."

"That's right, Nalan Yanran hasn't used her full power yet; her true abilities are still hidden."

It was unbelievable that Chen Xuan had cultivated the Overlord Tiger's Furious Aura Fist to the second level.

Even the sect elders thought Chen Xuan was a prodigy.

Although Chen Xuan displayed outstanding talent, it didn't mean he could defeat Nalan Yanran.

Everyone knew that Nalan Yanran hadn't yet used her true trump card.

"Who exactly is this kid?" Mo Li stared at Chen Xuan, his expression not looking good.

He felt very uncomfortable.

He was nineteen years old and possessed the strength of a four-star Dou Zhe, which was very good talent.

Within the sect, he was also a figure admired by many.

But Chen Xuan's appearance had dealt Mo Li quite a blow.

"Could he really defeat Yanran?" Nalan Ye's expression was troubled.

He never expected Chen Xuan to be such a freak; Nalan Ye felt a sense of crisis.

"Don't worry, it's impossible for him to beat Yanran," Mo Li sneered. "I know Yanran's strength."

Seeing Mo Li's confidence in Nalan Yanran, Nalan Ye felt much more at ease.

In terms of talent, Nalan Ye was naturally inferior to Chen Xuan.

He only hoped Nalan Yanran could defeat Chen Xuan and teach him a good lesson.

After all, Nalan Ye didn't want to have been beaten for nothing.

Staring at Chen Xuan, Nalan Yanran's eyes were firm.

She couldn't hold back anymore; she had to take Chen Xuan down.

Dou Qi surged once more, and the longsword in her hand became wreathed in Dou Qi, revealing a chilling, azure sword glow.

This time, she finally used her trump card.

Seeing Nalan Yanran's change, everyone present knew that the outcome was about to be decided.

If Chen Xuan could still withstand Nalan Yanran's attack, then he truly was a monster.

With a surge of aura, her graceful body twisted, and her right foot stomped fiercely on the ground.

Under the impact of the force, the ground trembled slightly.

Using the recoil, Nalan Yanran rushed towards Chen Xuan like a whirlwind, her momentum like a rainbow.

Her longsword swung like lightning, and two azure sword energies shot out, heading straight for their target.

Where the sword glow passed, it carried a powerful momentum, stirring the airflow and whistling loudly.

Chen Xuan no longer showed any contempt; he became serious.

He knew that the Nalan Yanran of this moment was displaying her true strength.

All eyes in the arena were fixed on Chen Xuan, waiting for the scene of his defeat.

The aura around Chen Xuan changed once again, Dou Qi surged wildly, and a powerful aura bloomed from him as its center.

His robes billowed, driven by the force, appearing elegant and unconstrained.

A phantom image of a giant tiger condensed around Chen Xuan, lifelike, majestic, and domineering.

Seeing the phantom tiger behind Chen Xuan, the surrounding people widened their eyes, as if they had seen something terrifying.

With a roar, Chen Xuan took a step, and a footprint instantly appeared on the ground.

At this moment, he gave off a sense of immense weight.

His fists gathered power, and he met the three sword energies head-on.

Boom boom boom!

The two combatants' Combat Skills clashed, their combined power creating strong destructive force.

Two different Dou Qi forces collided, a dazzling and brilliant sight.

Neither side gained an advantage in this exchange.

Nalan Yanran was shocked.

It was clear that Chen Xuan had already mastered the third level of Overlord Tiger's Furious Aura Fist.

At this level, Overlord Tiger's Furious Aura Fist's power could rival a low-tier Profound-ranked Combat Skill.

Although shocked, Nalan Yanran remained unafraid.

She attacked relentlessly, her longsword flashing with bursts of green sword light with every swing.

Chen Xuan, relying on his superior physical defense, chose to meet her attacks head-on.

He faced every offensive directly.

Their battle intensified, Dou Qi power raging, and strong winds whistling.

Two figures flickered across the arena, separating only to quickly close in and engage again.

Watching their fight, no one present could tell who had the upper hand.

As the battle continued, Nalan Yanran gradually found herself at a disadvantage, forced into a defensive retreat by Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan's fighting style was simple and brutal: pure aggression.

He met every attack head-on, never dodging.

If it were anyone else, constantly facing such powerful attacks would surely overwhelm their body.

But Chen Xuan was different; even after his body endured powerful blows, he seemed unfazed.

Seeing this, everyone felt alarmed.

"This kid's physical strength is far greater than opponents at the same level," Yun Leng's eyes were fixed on Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan's performance was simply too dazzling.

Nalan Yanran's expression was serious, and she felt great unwillingness.

She clearly had many advantages, yet Chen Xuan had pushed her into such a difficult position.

"Hmph!"

Seizing an opportunity, Chen Xuan let out a low roar and suddenly accelerated.

All the power in his body condensed into his right fist, which he launched towards Nalan Yanran.

Facing the attack, Nalan Yanran immediately defended, bringing her longsword in front of her, Dou Qi surging within her.

BAM!

With a loud bang, Chen Xuan's punch struck the longsword, creating a massive impact.

Nalan Yanran was knocked back, looking somewhat disheveled.

Chen Xuan, however, was fine and his attacks didn't stop.

After three consecutive punches, Nalan Yanran could no longer withstand them and was sent flying.

She landed on the ground and before she could get up, Chen Xuan was already there.

He directly straddled Nalan Yanran's back, using brute force to pin her hands, making it impossible for her to struggle free.

Seeing this, everyone present was stunned.

Chen Xuan was openly acting like a hooligan!

The male spectators cursed Chen Xuan, calling him a beast.

Everyone wished they could rush up and tear him apart.

How could they be happy seeing their goddess being straddled like that?

Watching Chen Xuan straddling Nalan Yanran's waist, Mo Li's eyes darkened slightly.

After all, he admired Nalan Yanran.

Seeing this scene naturally made him uncomfortable.

And the next scene was even more speechless.

Chen Xuan raised his hand and slapped Nalan Yanran's backside twice.

SLAP! SLAP!

Two clear smacks echoed, audible to all.

"I told you I'd spank you," Chen Xuan grinned, looking quite pleased.

Nalan Yanran struggled, but couldn't break free.

"Don't struggle. The more you struggle, the more excited I get," Chen Xuan said shamelessly.

Nalan Yanran's face flushed crimson with anger, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Bastard, let me go!" Nalan Yanran said furiously.

She had never been treated this way before, especially not by a man.

"I can let you go, but only if you admit defeat first," Chen Xuan chuckled. "And remember, you have to fulfill what you promised me earlier!"