Chapter 65 - Battling Chen Changfeng
Chen Fan, a sixth-level practitioner, had easily killed Yan Ba, an eighth-level expert, with a single punch. This impressive display left the crowd astounded.
However, it was nothing big for Chen Fan.
After all, in the last three days, he had reached the peak of the sixth level and his Myriad Elephants Divine Art had advanced to the fifth layer, so he was way stronger now.
Even experts at the peak of the eighth level couldn’t compete with him, let alone someone in the early stage of the eighth level. Only Qi Grandmasters at the ninth level could suppress him.
He wasn’t even afraid of Qi Grandmasters now, as he now had the means to escape from them.
Chen Fan went from martial arts waste to a formidable fighter, capable of holding his own against Qi Grandmasters, in just three to four months. The events he encountered were so extraordinary that they seemed like a figment of his imagination.
This dramatic change in his fortunes was solely due to that lightning strike.
He was born anew and obtained the supreme martial art, Heaven Seizing Art, which propelled him to great heights within a remarkably brief period.
Despite the loss of a disciple at the eighth level, the Outer Sect Grand Competition pressed on undeterred.
Soon, it was Chen Fan’s turn to take the stage again, only to have his opponent concede defeat immediately.
As the matches played out, emotions ran high, with some reveling in joy while others succumbed to sorrow. The initial pool of ten contestants from each group gradually dwindled until only two remained.
Finally, the time for the final battle to decide the top 10 disciples was upon them.
Each participant had proven their mettle by triumphing in previous encounters. They were all the epitome of strength and prowess.
In the tenth group, the final two contestants were undoubtedly Chen Fan and Chen Changfeng.
“Now, let the battle for the top 10 disciples commence. The last two contenders from each group shall step onto the stage. The victor shall earn a place in the top 10 in this year’s Outer Sect Grand Competition.”
Grand Elder Su Yuntian’s thunderous voice resounded in the area clearly. The sheer force of his words ignited a fervor within the crowd. Hundreds, if not thousands, of spectators encircled each fighting arena, their voices rising and falling in anticipation.
Within the confines of the fighting arena, Chen Fan and Chen Changfeng stood on opposite ends.
“Heh, heh, Chen Fan, we finally meet. I must confess, my patience has worn thin. My prey... I will rip and tear you into pieces!” Chen Changfeng said coldly.
Chen Fan furrowed his brow, studying Chen Changfeng intently.
Rumors had it that Chen Changfeng had been striving to break through to the eighth level, and it appeared he had succeeded. However, Chen Fan couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Chen Changfeng than meets the eye.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Did I scare you? Haha!”
Chen Changfeng laughed coldly. His gaze burned with a predatory light, instilling fear in the audience's hearts; it could even make others lose their resolve for an impending battle.
“Chen Fan, my prey, brace yourself for your worst nightmare!”
Chen Changfeng suddenly sprang into action. He transformed into a blur, appearing before Chen Fan with astonishing speed and absolute silence.
Rip!
The sound of air being torn apart rang out.
A menacing bone claw materialized before Chen Fan, pulsating with primal energy and emanating a ferocious aura.
Its sheer power was capable of rending even steel into shreds.
“Hmph.”
Chen Fan snorted coldly, confronting the savage bone, and retreated.
“Can you dodge it? Your left shoulder blade... shatter!”
The white bone claw, swift as lightning, extended and tried to claw at Chen Fan's left shoulder.
“Break!”
Chen Fan stopped retreating and used Myriad Elephants Divine Art. His tendons transformed into steel, and his bones became iron as he delivered a powerful punch.
Boom, tch!
The clash between the punch and the claw reverberated with a deafening explosion.
A wild gale surged outward, wreaking havoc in all directions, ravaging the area and producing a series of explosions.
“Netherworld Ghost Claw, break!” Chen Changfeng suddenly bellowed as the ghastly white bone claws transformed into an enormous ghostly claw
Above it, a vibrant turquoise-green will-o'-the-wisp burned fiercely, its flames scattering in every direction. It incinerated the surrounding air, creating a vacuum.
They both felt like they were being pressed between two steel plates; soon, an explosion rang in the area.
That claw seemed to drag its victim into the underworld, condemning them to eternal oblivion.
With a pop, the layer of primeval qi around Chen Fan broke. As the ghostly claw swiped down, the air seemed to turn into a blade, capable of cleaving his torso.
“Golden Light Palm!”
Chen Fan’s eyes shone as he unleashed a palm strike. Beams of golden light shot forth, coalescing into a palm seal about the size of a water jar.
Although the Netherworld Ghost Claw crushed the Golden Light Palm upon contact, Chen Fan took this chance to withdraw from that dreadful area. He solemnly looked at the coldly smiling Chen Changfeng.
Chen Fan realized Chen Changfeng was terrifyingly strong through this exchange of moves. He was far more formidable than a mere early-stage, eighth-level practitioner.
“Keke, Chen Fan, you’re not half bad. I’ve decided: I won’t kill you. I’ll give you a chance to be my servant.”
“Kneel right now and serve me as your master, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will show you the true terror of my Netherworld White Bones Great Cultivation Technique!”
Chen Changfeng proclaimed with a cold smile.
“It’s the Netherworld White Bones Great Cultivation Technique! It’s a powerful profound tier martial art from our Spring Autumn Sect. Only the elite inner sect disciples can practice it.”
“Chen Changfeng’s grandfather holds a high position as an elder in the inner sect, granting him status and authority. Unsurprisingly, he has access to that technique, and we don’t.”
“......”
The nearby crowd broke out into discussions.
While many in the outer sect practiced profound tier cultivation techniques, their techniques paled in comparison to the Netherworld White Bones Great Cultivation Technique. The disparity in power was akin to the difference between heaven and earth.
“How about it? Have you thought it through? Quickly kneel. Otherwise, I’ll let you feel the torment of ten thousand ghosts devouring your heart,” Chen Changfeng said, seemingly confident of his victory.
“Hmph! You resemble neither a human nor a ghost. Quit your nonsense!” Chen Fan shouted.
“Eh? Looks like I’ll have to give you a taste of death before you submit to me. Fine, I’ll grant you your wish!”
Chen Changfeng smiled eerily. His tall and thin frame, coupled with his ghastly pale complexion, made him appear like a corpse rising from a coffin.
A chilling wind blew, and Chen Fan immediately saw the silhouettes of demons and ghosts appearing from all directions.
Each one possessed a hideous and malevolent appearance, resembling evil spirits fresh from the depths of Hell. They encircled Chen Fan, eager to consume him.
“In front of my Thunderclap Sword, all evil spirits, demons, and ghosts must stay back or die!”
Chen Fan remained unmoved. He unsheathed Killing Sword, and streaks of lightning illuminated the air with crackling and explosive sounds.
Poof poof poof!
All those evil spirits quickly dissipated under the Thunderclap Sword’s power.
Lightning was the nemesis of all evil spirits and ghosts.
Boom tch!
However, just as the evil spirits vanished, a ghastly Netherworld Ghost Claw tore through the air, aiming for Chen Fan's heart.
“Myriad Elephants Divine Art, Myriad Elephants Unrivaled!”
Chen Fan punched out with his left fist. His primeval qi transformed into the silhouettes of ancient wild elephants appearing behind him. They trampled through space with thunderous rumbles, surging forward. A terrifying strength gathered in Chen Fan, capable of obliterating everything in its path.
A resounding bang echoed. The force of the ancient wild elephants erupted, making fissures spread across the ghastly Netherworld Ghost Claw, reducing it to pieces. Deep within, the sound of wailing ghosts seemed to resonate in agony.
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