Chapter 113 - Different from the Past
“Something is off about this little bastard!”
If they closed their eyes, they couldn't even tell if the one before them was a human or an ancient ferocious beast from the aura alone. The pressure was just that intense.
“Did he obtain some heavenly blessing below after surviving the fall? His physique has become so strong, like a treasure! He’s a walking weapon!”
Wang Fuchen also had keen insight and immediately realized that the intense pressure was emanating from Chen Fan’s physique.
After all, in terms of cultivation level, Chen Fan was only at the ninth level.
Wang Fuchen was in the Yuanfu realm, so Chen Fan couldn't have pressured him so with his cultivation alone.
Unfortunately, Wang Fuchen had no time to contemplate.
Chen Fan was charging at him. The swift gusts were so sharp that when they struck his cheeks, he felt pain.
He moved his finger, releasing primeval force that transformed into a huge net and shrouded Chen Fan.
Banging noises rang out as Chen Fan’s attacks fell on the huge net and exploded.
Wang Fuchen tossed the Ice Jade Snow Lotus in the air, and primeval force enveloped it. The primeval qi ball now floated behind him.
After freeing his left hand, he drew his sword and wielded it freely. Streaks of cold sword qi shot out from his sword, gathering and slashing at Chen Fan.
“Sword Light Shivers Nineteen States.”
The Floating Cloud Sword Sect was established with sword techniques at its center. Almost all the martial skills in the sect were sword techniques, and pretty much all their disciples used a sword. Very few chose to practice other types of martial skills.
As the number one disciple of the Floating Cloud Sword Outer Sect, not only was Wang Fuchen’s cultivation high, but he had also mastered numerous sword techniques to perfection.
Others would need to spend months, if not years, practicing a powerful sword technique. However, he was exceptionally talented in the way of the sword and had mastered many skills without guidance from a mentor. He could use them expertly, showcasing his talent.
Wang Fuchen’s sword trembled. Wisps of primeval qi gathered on his sword, transforming into devastating sword light, before flying out. It expanded violently, and deep in the sword light, cities could be seen being reduced to ash.
“Vajra Seal, Chakravarti Seal!”
Chen Fan formed the seals and drove his primeval qi, circulating it. Vajra Seals materialized in one hand, and Chakravarti Seals in another before rushing out.
The Vajra Seals suppressed the heavens, and the Chakravarti Seals turned the heavens around.
“Golden Light Palm!”
Chen Fan’s six arms struck out with a different, formidable martial skill.
The six arms could only execute the six moves of the Undefeated King’s Fist initially. However, his mastery of the skill allowed him to use the six arms freely.
Rumble!
Fierce explosions resounded. The violent wind whistled, sweeping up sand that covered the sun and the sky.
“Hundred Mountain Splitting Heavy Sword!”
Wang Fuchen soared into the skies like a roc spreading its wings before swooping down ferociously, bringing an intense gale down that pressed down on Chen Fan. The air around Chen Fan surged outward wildly, making the pressure skyrocket instantly.
The pressure made the air seem like steel; it squeezed inward, emitting creaking noises.
Wang Fuchen expertly wielded dual swords, unleashing a dazzling, cold sword light. Sword qi whirled around him, descending with force.
Chhhla!
Rumble!
The sword's descent created hundreds of overlapping silhouettes, seemingly capable of cleaving mountains and seas.
“All Winning, All Conquering, All Destroying.”
Chen Fan roared to the skies. Primeval qi surged from his head, resembling the phenomenon that occurred during one’s ascension to the Qi Grandmaster realm. He soared into the sky with a single stomp, unleashing powerful blows with his six arms.
Bang, bang, bang...
The sword silhouettes exploded one after another, turning into nothing.
“Rain of Sword Light, Storm of Pear Blossom,” Wang Fuchen shouted coldly.
With a spin and a flick of his arm, his sword released a torrential rain of sword qi, akin to falling pear blossoms.
“All Defiant, Eternal Victory, Return as One!” Chen Fan roared.
The six vivid arms behind him shook and struck repeatedly. His attacks rushed out, falling like a meteor shower, exploding violently, shattering the thousands of trees and pear blossoms.
“Hatred Asunder Sword Technique, Hatred for Man!”
Suddenly, Wang Fuchen’s retreated in an arc, like the horns of an antelope, not producing any noise with the wind and disappearing on the spot.
Chen Fan instantly sensed grave danger.
The Hatred Asunder Sword Technique, a genuine profound-tier martial skill, had boundless power.
Wang Fuchen had used it once previously at Scarlet Cliff, showcasing its devastating force and a profound hatred encompassing man, earth, and heaven.
His mastery of the technique had grown since then, intensifying its destructive capability. He materialized in front of Chen Fan, slashing toward his neck, and Chen Fan felt a sharp pain there.
So fast! Chen Fan thought. His primeval qi stretched out, and he fell.
“Die!”
Wang Fuchen pivoted sharply, relentlessly pursuing.
Thud!
Chen Fan crouched as soon as he landed and jumped up, rising into the skies again. He was so fast that as he moved through the air, rumbling noises rang in the area.
“Myriad Elephants Divine Art, Unparalleled God's Strength!”
A grim light shone in Chen Fan’s eyes. Tendons and bones crackled as his strength coalesced into an earth-shaking force that propelled his punch, attacking Wang Fuchen.
Pop, pop, pop...
Explosions resounded continuously as Chen Fan's fist collided with Wang Fuchen's sword. However, Wang Fuchen’s sword had also broken layer after layer of the punch’s primeval qi and was now before its target.
Like steel, his punch moved through the air, creating a shockwave reminiscent of a discharged cannonball, whipping up a fierce gust.
Bang!
Wang Fuchen’s sword was now before Chen Fan, but he had already exhausted his sword technique’s power by breaking the layers of Chen Fan’s punch.
Facing Chen Fan’s frantic punch, his sword let out a hum as it trembled violently. A terrifying force flowed through it, tearing Wang Fuchen’s interdigital webbing and throwing him back.
“Die!”
Chen Fan stomped, and he shot forth like a roc gliding, chasing after Wang Fuchen.
With his cultivation technique active, the silhouettes of ancient wild elephants appeared behind him, hooting and crying. The godly strength of wild elephants gathered in his palm, and he punched out.
Swish.
Sensing the impending crisis, Wang Fuchen swiftly shifted his position, avoiding the punch and landing on the ground with a stumble. He knew that if that attack had landed, he would have exploded.
Whoosh.
Chen Fan descended, a cold smile on his face as he observed Wang Fuchen, whose expression had soured.
“Do you understand now who was talking big?” Chen Fan sneered coldly.
Wang Fuchen remained silent, his expression growing colder and more unpleasant. Chen Fan's newfound strength had left him powerless, teetering on the edge of a precarious situation.
“I must admit, Chen Fan, your current prowess poses a formidable challenge. So formidable that I don’t think I can get rid of you,” said Wang Fuchen finally.
He regained his composure as if the earlier confrontation had never occurred. “But the reality is harsh like this. You’re powerful, not one bit weaker than me. However, you are merely at the ninth level, while I am in the Yuanfu realm. This alone places me in an unbeatable position.”
Wang Fuchen slowly rose into the air, stepping on the void like a deity observing mortals from the lofty heights of the sky.
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