Chapter 131 - One Punch!
Chen Fan's words sent a sudden chill through Chu Qing. If he tried to escape, Chen Fan would unleash havoc on everyone from the Burning Incense Valley.
He didn’t doubt Chen Fan’s words for a second, as the latter had the strength to turn his words into reality.
The Burning Incense Valley disciples also noticed Chen Fan. A youth with a sharp chin stepped forward and bellowed, “Brat, you must be tired of living. Don’t you know who you’re talking to?!”
“You fool," Chen Fan coldly retorted. He punched, and his qi surged like a flood, racing toward the sharp-chinned youth, resembling a ferocious beast.
The sharp-chinned youth was a Qi Grandmaster, but his expression changed dramatically as he sensed the formidable force behind Chen Fan's punch. In shock, he exclaimed, “How is this possible?”
Wasn’t Chen Fan supposedly heavily injured? Didn’t he need at least ten days of rest just to get back on his feet?
Yet, the qi behind his punch reached the youth swiftly, almost a thousand paces away, and its power was suffocating.
The sharp-chinned youth revolved his cultivation technique. His primeval qi went berserk, forming a colossal whirlpool that seemed capable of engulfing heaven and earth.
The Whirlpool Cultivation Technique—his ultimate technique—gave him incredibly tough defense.
When he executed it, others’ attacks would be pulled into the whirlpool, dissipating into nothingness.
Chen Fan’s punch came blasting over, rushing into that whirlpool and instantly destroying it.
Bang!
The terrifying punch shattered the sharp-chinned youth’s protective primeval qi and the sound of bones cracking filled the air as he flew backward.
Collapsing to his knees, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood, leaving the surroundings in a deathly silence.
Chen Fan slowly walked over and said carelessly, “Consider this a lesson. Learn who you can or cannot challenge.”
Chu Qing's expression darkened as Chen Fan walked over. Looking up, he said bitterly, “This matter doesn’t involve them. If you have an issue, come at me. Don’t drag the innocent into it.”
“Drag innocents?”
Chen Fan laughed disdainfully and said, “If I intended to do that, he'd be dead already! And does it truly not concern them?”
His complexion pale, Chu Qing gritted his teeth and asked, “Did you kill Xuan Feixue?”
“That’s right.”
Chu Qing trembled slightly, his complexion turning ashen.
The Burning Incense Valley disciples also went pale with fright and shock.
Chen Fan stared at Chu Qing and said eerily, “Since you left no primeval force in Senior Sister, you can consider yourself lucky. I'll offer you a chance. Take a punch from me. If you survive, I won't trouble you again.”
“Really?” Chu Qing looked at Chen Fan in surprise.
Chen Fan nodded, “Of course.”
“Fine.” Chu Qing agreed.
Everyone, including Chen Changfeng, looked over.
Having only heard of Chen Fan's terrifying strength from Mu Chen and others, Chen Changfeng now had the opportunity to witness it firsthand.
Chu Qing steeled himself for the impact, fully aware of Chen Fan’s fearsome power.
The fact that Chen Fan had survived Duan Jingtian's attack and subsequently endured blows from both Chu Qing and Xuan Feixue attested to the truly formidable nature of his power.
Though it was just a single strike, Chu Qing approached it seriously, leaving no room for carelessness.
Chen Fan looked at Chu Qing; suddenly, the sound of tendons and bones rumbling like thunder rang out.
Simultaneously, a powerful aura emanated from Chen Fan, making the air explode with a crackling noise.
“So strong!”
The nearby crowd sensed Chen Fan’s aura, and their pupils shrunk violently, overwhelmed with shock in their hearts.
The aura engulfed Chu Qing; he felt like a flood was trying to drown him.
“Golden Body!” Chu Qing shouted, and a golden primeval vessel appeared above him.
His entire body took on a golden hue, resembling an unyielding golden arhat emitting an aura of invincibility. [1]
He practiced a profound tier cultivation technique—the Golden Body Cultivation Technique. Though a cultivation technique, it could give the user pseudo-body cultivation technique powers. His cultivated primeval qi was firm and manifested a resilient golden body, strengthening his flesh.
Chu Qing pushed his defenses to the extreme, unleashing his cultivation to its limit. Protective primeval force covered him, emitting resonating clangs.
Chen Fan’s eyes suddenly flashed brightly.
Boom Thump!
He unleashed a punch, and the force behind it was like an ancient dragon-elephant trampling the space, hissing and roaring.
The surrounding crowd felt their souls tremble as if on the verge of bursting.
Chu Qing reacted swiftly, waving his hands to create a circle before him. His primeval force condensed into a golden disk, with the image of a golden arhat seated in the lotus position at its center.
As Chen Fan's punch neared, the golden arhat opened its eyes, and the spinning disk emitted streaks of golden light accompanied by melodic Sanskrit chants.
Bang!
Despite the spectacle, the golden disk shattered the second the punch made contact, and the golden arhat within disintegrated along with the chants.
Bang, bang, bang!
Chen Fan's dragon-like fist, unstoppable in momentum, continued its trajectory, striking Chu Qing with tremendous force.
The golden primeval vessel above Chu Qing erupted at once. His primeval force burned inside it, elevating his golden physique to another level. The brilliance of the golden light intensified as if he were cast in solid gold.
Chu Qing’s protective primeval force soon burst as an incomparably terrifying force assailed him. The mournful cries of his golden physique echoed, followed by the ominous crackling sounds.
Swoosh!
Chu Qing was pushed back, his heels digging into the ground. The golden primeval vessel above him dimmed significantly.
“Ugh.”
Chu Qing was pushed about a hundred meters back, half kneeling on the ground. His golden physique had exploded; his head hung low, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood.
Chen Fan retracted his fist. He looked at Chu Qing indifferently and said, “Not bad. To survive a punch from me, you’re a little better than Xuan Feixue.”
Chu Qing lifted his gaze to meet Chen Fan's silently, slowly rising with difficulty.
“How are you feeling, Senior Brother?”
The Burning Incense Valley disciples hurriedly ran toward him, supporting his unsteady form. One of them promptly stuffed spiritual recovery pills into Chu Qing's mouth.
Chen Changfeng’s heart shook as he watched this scene unfold from the side.
Terrifying.
Chen Fan’s strength is indeed terrifying. This strength isn’t something a martial artist below the Yuanfu realm can have.
However, Chen Fan’s cultivation is indeed in the Qi Grandmaster realm. He definitely isn’t in the Yuanfu realm.
“His primeval qi is profound, and his physique is astonishingly robust. Seventy percent of the force in that punch came from his terrifying physique...”
Chen Changfeng’s eyes shone, calculating in his heart. What would the results be if he were to receive that blow? No matter how he thought about it, he realized he wouldn’t fare any better than Chu Qing.
This realization cemented a fact in his mind: Chen Fan could kill first-level Yuanfu realm experts.
As this transpired, unexpected changes unfolded in the skies above Scarlet Cliff. The space began to twist like flowing water, generating ripples.
Simultaneously, Zhuo Bufan's authoritative voice resonated on the cliff. “Listen to my command, everyone. The training at Dragon Mountain Blessed Land has come to an end. I will now be guiding you out of the blessed land. Do not resist.”
The crowd subsequently felt a strong tugging force from the twisted space. They soon turned blurry before disappearing from sight.
1. In Buddhism, an arhat or arahant is one who has gained insight into the true nature of existence and has achieved Nirvana and liberated from the endless cycle of rebirth. The understanding of the concept has changed over the centuries, and varies between different schools of Buddhism and different regions. ?
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