Chapter 332: Chapter 330: Lan Haichen, Do You Dare to Come Up and Fight?
"H-He won?"
"Jiang Chen actually won? Th-This is impossible. It’s simply unbelievable..."
Everyone was stunned.
The four young Venerables—each a chosen one, invincible among their peers. Their combined strength was a terrifying force.
But now...
They had been defeated!
Defeated at Jiang Chen’s hands.
With a single sword, one man had suppressed the four young Venerables.
At that moment, everyone looked at Jiang Chen with eyes full of awe.
Revered like a god, feared like a saint!
Even Xuue Yinhao, the Night Emperor, Lan Haichen, and the others were visibly moved.
Only Di Tian remained with his eyes half-closed, gently stroking the head of the small black dragon coiled around his arm. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in an enigmatic smile, as if he had anticipated this all along.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Columns of water erupted from the sea as Du Xinwu and the other three shot out from the depths, their expressions utterly grim.
A closer look would reveal that the auras of all four had weakened considerably.
Evidently, the previous battle had done more than simply defeat them.
"Jiang Chen..."
The four of them looked at Jiang Chen with complicated expressions.
When this battle began, who among them—including the four themselves—could have imagined they would truly be defeated by Jiang Chen in three moves?
But now, the truth was right before their eyes.
They had no choice but to believe it.
Du Xinwu gave a wry smile. "Jiang Chen, your strength is truly terrifying. I, Du Xinwu, concede to you."
"I hate losing, but I have to admit, you’re incredibly strong!" A bitter smile appeared on Qin Han’s pale face. He felt as if he had swallowed a bitter pill.
Moi Yu looked at Jiang Chen with a complex expression and sighed softly. "You won."
Only Yee Chenfeng kept his head lowered, a cold light flickering in his eyes, saying nothing.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly. "Gentlemen, thank you for the match. Please forgive me if I have offended you."
"Our skills were inferior. We accept our defeat."
"The Dragon of Fortune is yours!"
"I never thought that besides Lan Haichen, there was another monster like you. My loss was not unjust."
Du Xinwu, Qin Han, and Moi Yu all gave wry smiles as they handed over half of their Dragons of Fortune to Jiang Chen.
Du Xinwu originally had a Dragon of Fortune of fifteen zhang and six chi, Qin Han had fourteen zhang and one chi, and Moi Yu had thirteen zhang and two chi. Each gave half to Jiang Chen, for a total of twenty-one zhang and four-and-a-half chi. Added to Jiang Chen’s original thirty-five zhang, his total reached fifty-six zhang and four chi!
Jiang Chen’s name once again climbed to the top of the Venerable List!
"Thank you for the match," Jiang Chen said with a smile, clasping his hands in a salute to the three of them.
The three nodded and left the Floating Battlefield.
Yee Chenfeng also kept his head low and started to leave with them, but a cold glint suddenly flashed before his eyes as Jiang Chen blocked his path.
Jiang Chen looked at Yee Chenfeng with a half-smile. "Yee Chenfeng, have you forgotten something?"
"Hm?"
Yee Chenfeng looked at Jiang Chen with a blank expression, feigning ignorance. "I don’t know what you’re talking about!"
Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes.
’He could tell at a glance that Yee Chenfeng had decided to go back on his word.’
Jiang Chen said with that same half-smile, "Yee Chenfeng, it seems your memory isn’t so good!"
"My memory has always been excellent, but I really don’t recall forgetting anything. Jiang Chen, I admit you are strong, and I am no match for you. But I am still a Prince of the Celestial Universe Dynasty! If you dare to harm a single hair on my head, not only you, but your entire Saint Martial Dynasty will face annihilation!" Yee Chenfeng said in a low voice.
The Dragon of Fortune was tied to the ultimate treasures and legacies one could obtain from this Celestial Fate Hunting. He had gone through hell and back to obtain his fourteen-zhang and three-chi Dragon of Fortune. How could he willingly hand it over to Jiang Chen just like that? Compared to the treasures and legacies of the Celestial Fate Hunting, what was a little lost face?
Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes. "So, you really are planning to go back on your word. I, Jiang Chen, never let a debt last overnight. And I really hate being threatened!"
"Hm?"
Yee Chenfeng’s expression changed. "What are you planning to do?" he asked grimly.
"What am I planning?" Jiang Chen grinned. "To end you."
Yee Chenfeng shuddered. Facing Jiang Chen’s frigid gaze sent a chill down his spine.
His nerves tensed in an instant.
Almost simultaneously...
Jiang Chen had already thrown a vicious punch at him.
It seemed like an ordinary punch, but its speed was incredible, reaching the absolute limit.
In Yee Chenfeng’s eyes, it was a tiny black dot that rapidly expanded in his pupils until it filled his entire vision.
The punch was almost upon him!
"Get the hell away from me!"
Yee Chenfeng roared, violently throwing his hands up to block in front of his chest.
A layer of cyan light coalesced into a True Essence Shield Wall.
The shadow of the black fist collided with the True Essence Shield Wall.
BOOM—
The entire True Essence Shield Wall instantly shattered, and specks of cyan True Essence shot out in all directions.
Jiang Chen’s punch broke straight through, slamming heavily into Yee Chenfeng’s arms.
CRACK!
The sound of breaking bones suddenly erupted from his arms.
Yee Chenfeng let out a bloodcurdling scream as he was sent flying backward, skimming across the surface of the sea. The gale-force winds from the impact tore the water’s surface apart, sending huge white waves surging into the air on either side of him.
Jiang Chen stomped on the vast ocean. With a BOOM, the sea surface exploded, and amidst the erupting pillar of water, Jiang Chen shot past Yee Chenfeng.
His body spun in mid-air.
His right leg lashed out like a divine whip, striking Yee Chenfeng’s body with a loud CRACK. He sent Yee Chenfeng flying again, spinning violently like a top as he shot straight up into the sky.
Mouthfuls of fresh blood sprayed from his lips.
Like red ribbons!
Jiang Chen gave chase once more, clasping his hands together and raising them high above his head.
The expression on Yee Chenfeng’s pale face changed drastically. He screamed, "Jiang Chen, d-don’t kill me! I’ll give it—I’m willing to give you the Dragon of Fortune! Don’t kill me..."
"It’s too late to beg for mercy now."
Jiang Chen gave a cold smile. His hands, held high above his head like a great hammer, smashed down violently.
His two fists fell abruptly, viciously smashing into Yee Chenfeng’s head.
SPLAT—
Like a bursting watermelon, Yee Chenfeng’s head suddenly exploded, sending a spray of red and white matter flying through the air.
A young Venerable of his generation.
Had become another soul lost to Jiang Chen’s fists.
Gazing at the headless corpse floating on the sea, Jiang Chen’s expression was utterly indifferent.
HUMMM!
Yee Chenfeng’s Dragon of Fortune spiraled up and merged into the one above Jiang Chen’s head. It grew by another fourteen zhang and three chi, reaching a terrifying seventy zhang and seven chi!
After reaching seventy zhang, the earthy-yellow Dragon of Fortune underwent a subtle change.
Its draconic body became more and more corporeal, its Dragon Scales shimmered with a yellow halo, and a glimmer of intelligence even seemed to appear in its eyes. It was so lifelike it seemed truly real.
’Hm?’
Jiang Chen felt a sudden warmth spread through his body, as if an invisible force was entering him. This power was incredibly profound, and it seemed to be merging directly with his soul. ’Is this Fortune Power? It seems to be integrating with my soul. I need to meditate on this carefully!’
Jiang Chen immediately left the Floating Battlefield and returned to his Golden Throne.
He closed his eyes to rest and recuperate.
He began to perceive the changes brought by the Fortune Power.
The Celestial Fate Daoist gave Jiang Chen a deep look, a meaningful glint passing through his profound eyes. He announced in a heavy tone, "Next, who else wishes to come up and fight?"
"..."
No one rose.
After a full ten breaths, Di Tian, who had been stroking the small black dragon on his arm with half-closed eyes, suddenly stood up. He straightened his clothes and said lightly, "Since no one else is willing to take the stage, allow me to start the ball rolling."
SWOOSH—
Di Tian flew toward the Floating Battlefield.
"That’s Di Tian, the Holy Dragon Knight of the Saint Martial Dynasty!"
"He’s always been so low-key. I wonder how strong he really is!"
"Who do you think he’ll challenge?"
"Probably one of those two, Moi Yu or Qin Han!"
The crowd speculated amongst themselves.
However...
Di Tian’s final choice greatly exceeded everyone’s expectations.
His eyes flashed, and his gaze, sharp as a blade, fell upon Lan Haichen. He spoke slowly, "Lan Haichen, do you dare to come up and fight?"
