Bastard

The gazes of everyone watching the battle fell on Chen Xuan.

Astonishment filled everyone's eyes.

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

At the age of thirteen, he already possessed the strength of a one-star Dou Zhe. His talent was already exceptionally impressive.

He had trained in a high-grade Yellow-tier battle technique for less than three days, yet he had actually reached the second level.

Since the founding of the Misty Cloud Sect, no one had ever achieved what Chen Xuan had.

"Damn, could Chen Xuan be some kind of freak?"

"He's definitely a freak. Otherwise, how could he master the second level of Overlord Tiger's Furious Aura Fist in less than three days?"

"Even with someone guiding him, it would be impossible to master the second level in such a short time, right?"

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

"That's right. Nalan Yanran still hasn't gone all out. Her real methods are still hidden."

Chen Xuan cultivating Overlord Tiger's Furious Aura Fist to the second level was astonishing.

Even the sect elders felt that Chen Xuan was a monstrous genius.

Although Chen Xuan had displayed outstanding talent, that did not mean he could defeat Nalan Yanran.

Everyone knew that Nalan Yanran had yet to reveal her true trump card.

"Just who is this kid?" Mo Li stared at Chen Xuan, his expression rather ugly.

He felt extremely uncomfortable.

At nineteen, he possessed the strength of a four-star Dou Zhe. His talent was quite remarkable.

Within the sect, he was considered someone admired by many.

Yet Chen Xuan's appearance had dealt Mo Li a considerable blow.

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

He had never expected Chen Xuan to be so abnormal, and a sense of crisis rose within Nalan Ye.

"Don't worry. It's impossible for him to defeat Yanran." Mo Li sneered. "I know Yanran's strength."

Seeing Mo Li's confidence in Nalan Yanran, Nalan Ye finally felt somewhat reassured.

When it came to talent, Nalan Ye was naturally inferior to Chen Xuan.

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

After all, Nalan Ye did not want to have taken that beating for nothing.

Nalan Yanran fixed her gaze on Chen Xuan, her eyes resolute.

She could not keep holding back. She was going to knock Chen Xuan flat.

Her Dou Qi surged once more, wrapping around the longsword in her hand. Azure sword light burst forth, making hearts tremble.

This time, she finally revealed her trump card.

Seeing the change in Nalan Yanran, everyone present knew that the victor would soon be decided.

If Chen Xuan could still hold on under Nalan Yanran's attack, then he truly was a freak.

Her aura shook as her graceful body twisted, and her right foot stomped fiercely against the ground.

Struck by the force, the ground trembled slightly.

Using the recoil, Nalan Yanran charged at Chen Xuan like a gale, her momentum unstoppable.

The longsword in her hand flashed like lightning, sending two streaks of azure sword aura shooting toward her target.

Wherever the sword light passed, it carried a powerful force that stirred the air with shrill howls.

Chen Xuan no longer looked disdainful. He became serious.

He knew that Nalan Yanran was only now displaying her true strength.

All eyes present were fixed on Chen Xuan in the arena, waiting to see him defeated.

Chen Xuan's aura changed once again. Dou Qi surged wildly as an aura field bloomed around him.

His robes fluttered in the force of his aura, looking free and unrestrained.

A phantom image of a giant tiger condensed behind Chen Xuan, vivid and lifelike, majestic and overbearing.

Seeing the giant tiger phantom behind Chen Xuan, the people around them widened their eyes as though they had witnessed something terrifying.

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

At that moment, he gave off an oppressive sense of heaviness.

Power gathered in both fists as he charged directly at the three streaks of sword aura.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their battle techniques collided, and the clash of power unleashed a fierce destructive force.

The two different streams of Dou Qi collided in a dazzling spectacle.

Neither side gained an advantage in this exchange.

Nalan Yanran was inwardly shocked.

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

At this level, the power of Overlord Tiger's Furious Aura Fist was comparable to a low-grade Mystic-tier battle technique.

Though shocked, Nalan Yanran remained fearless.

She continued attacking, and every swing of her longsword sent azure sword light blasting forth.

Relying on the advantage of his physical defense, Chen Xuan chose to meet her head-on.

He confronted every attack directly.

Their battle reached a fever pitch. Dou Qi ran rampant, while fierce winds howled in waves.

The two figures flickered across the arena, separating before swiftly closing in to clash again.

Watching their battle, no one present could tell who held the advantage.

As the battle continued, Nalan Yanran gradually fell into a disadvantage and was forced back step by step by Chen Xuan, defending all the while.

Chen Xuan's fighting style was simple and brutal—he just charged straight in.

He met every attack head-on without dodging.

If it were anyone else, their body would surely have been unable to withstand the repeated impacts of such power.

But Chen Xuan was different. Even when his body suffered the ravages of force, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, everyone was alarmed.

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

Chen Xuan's performance was simply too dazzling.

Nalan Yanran's expression grew grave, and she felt deeply unwilling to accept this.

She clearly possessed so many advantages, yet Chen Xuan had forced her into such a sorry state.

Ha!

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

All the power in his body gathered in his right fist as he struck at Nalan Yanran.

Facing the attack, Nalan Yanran immediately defended herself, raising her longsword before her as Dou Qi surged wildly within her.

Bang!

With a deafening boom, Chen Xuan's fist struck the longsword, producing an immense impact.

Nalan Yanran was knocked back, looking rather disheveled.

Chen Xuan, however, was completely unharmed, and his attack did not pause.

He threw three consecutive punches. Nalan Yanran could no longer endure them, and her body was sent flying.

She fell to the ground, and before she could get up, Chen Xuan had already arrived.

He directly straddled Nalan Yanran's back, using brute force to pin her hands and leave her unable to break free.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Chen Xuan was openly acting like a hooligan.

The male spectators all cursed Chen Xuan as a beast.

Everyone wished they could rush up and tear him apart.

Could they possibly be happy seeing their goddess being straddled like that?

Seeing Chen Xuan sitting on Nalan Yanran's waist, Mo Li's eyes darkened.

After all, he admired Nalan Yanran.

Naturally, seeing this scene made him uncomfortable.

What happened next left everyone even more speechless.

Chen Xuan raised his hand and smacked Nalan Yanran's butt twice.

Smack! Smack!

The two crisp slaps rang out clearly.

"I said I was going to spank you." Chen Xuan grinned, looking immensely pleased with himself.

Nalan Yanran struggled, but she could not break free.

"Stop struggling. The more you struggle, the more excited I get," Chen Xuan said shamelessly.

Nalan Yanran's face flushed red with rage, and killing intent filled her eyes.

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

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

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