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Chapter 1028: Xuanjia Riding the Red Xun
Chapter 1028: Xuanjia Riding the Red Xun
Su Kuo reached out and grabbed the air beside him, causing invisible ripples to ripple across the surrounding field. In his hand appeared a hammer with intricate patterns and phoenix-feather wings.
Suddenly, the ground beneath everyone's feet trembled, and a loud rumbling sound echoed across the entire plain.
After a while, a powerful gust of wind blew in, carrying with it a ball of fiery red flames that burst into the military camp. In a few fleeting moments, it reached the central army tent.
Only then did everyone realize that it was a horse, its entire body a vibrant red, with an extraordinary physique.
Standing at a height of six meters, this horse measured ten meters from head to tail, and its back was almost level with Su Kuo's eyebrows.
The mane on its neck fluttered like flames, and its tail, with its shimmering strands, seemed to glow with a faint light. Its breath carried sparks, and just standing there, it emanated a scorching heat.
This was Su Kuo's mount, named "Xun Chilong," a hybrid creature from Jiao Mountain. It had grown up with Su Kuo, sharing food and shelter, and was also a creature that had broken through its limits. It possessed the ability to leap and fly, providing Su Kuo with significant support in battle.
At this moment, Su Kuo mounted Xun Chilong, who seemed eager to test its strength. With a tug on the reins, Xun Chilong neighed loudly, and its four hooves stomped the ground, carrying Su Kuo into the air. As they reached the highest point, a circle of air burst open beneath its hooves, and it seemed to trample the very air itself, creating a series of thundering booms as it galloped towards Chen Chuan and the others.
On the battlefield, after knocking Zhao Zhenye back with a punch, Chen Chuan slowly retracted his fist, and a faint purple light flashed across his knuckles, causing the massive phantom to disappear.
He straightened his body and continued walking towards the central army tent as if nothing had happened.
While others in the field might not have understood Zhao Zhenye's prowess, Zuan Xiansheng and Masked Xiansheng were well aware of it, and they were momentarily stunned.
They never imagined that Zhao Zhenye would be knocked back by Chen Chuan's punch, leaving them with an unreal feeling.
Masked Xiansheng exclaimed, "I was saying, I was saying..."
Zuan Xiansheng grunted in agreement, and although he didn't speak, his eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light.
After taking a few more steps forward, Chen Chuan seemed to sense something, and his eyes flashed with a hint of purple light. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the commotion coming from the central army tent.
Since they had emerged from the rift, a powerful aura had been emanating from the central army tent, and a pair of eyes had been fixed on them from the start. It seemed like an eruption was imminent, so Chen Chuan maintained a slow and steady pace. Now, this aura had become even more intense.
At that moment, a ball of fiery red light appeared in Chen Chuan's line of sight, moving through the sky like a meteor. He stopped in his tracks, and the people behind him did the same.
The ball of light paused in the sky, revealing a Xuanjia general riding a horse. He pulled on the reins, and the horse's front hooves rose high while its hind hooves remained firmly planted in the air.
After a brief pause, the horse moved again, leaping through the sky as if crossing a ravine. It descended with tremendous force, yet when it landed, despite the heavy impact, only a few hoofbeats were heard. The horse seemed as light as a feather, leaving no trace of dust, and there was no sense of clumsiness.
Zalnik's face lit up with surprise and admiration, while the others' expressions turned solemn. They could tell that this horse had also reached a certain level, and with the Xuanjia general riding it, flying through the sky and striking the ground, they knew it would be a formidable opponent.
A bugle call sounded, and the surrounding troops from the old imperial court began to retreat to the sides, revealing a large open space in the middle.
Su Kuo sat upright on his horse, holding the reins with one hand and the hammer with intricate patterns and phoenix-feather wings in the other. His gaze fixed on Chen Chuan, and with a solemn voice, he said, "So, you are Mr. Chen? I never expected that there would be a Xuanji Warrior of the Immortality Realm hiding in Jibei Province."
The Immortality Realm?!
These words sent a shock through both sides.
The soldiers from the old imperial court were somewhat more accepting of this revelation, as they had witnessed Chen Chuan's defeat of Zhao Zhenye and had their own assessment of his strength. However, even with this knowledge, Su Kuo's statement still left them with a sense of unease.
This was the Immortality Realm, a level where one's strength never diminished, and their energy in combat was virtually limitless. Su Kuo had just declared that Chen Chuan was on the same level as him, and with the number of Xuanji Warriors on the opposing side far exceeding theirs, this battle would be a challenging one...
On the other hand, the Dah Shun martial artists showed surprise and delight. Hu Kan widened his eyes, staring at Chen Chuan, while Xu Can reached out and gripped the sword handle next to him. His eyes, once filled with fighting spirit, now gleamed with newfound determination.
Masked Xiansheng muttered, "I was saying, I was saying..."
At that moment, Zuan Xiansheng suddenly understood, and his eyes shone with a peculiar light. "Old Tang, do you know who I'm thinking of?"
Masked Xiansheng replied, "I know, I know." His voice was filled with excitement. "Old Zuan, I think..."
Zuan Xiansheng interrupted, "No need to think about it now. Let's focus on the present. We can't let anyone escape today!"
"Agreed!"
Su Kuo looked at Chen Chuan and said, "Mr. Chen, to avoid unnecessary casualties, let's have our men hold back, and we'll settle this between the two of us. What do you say?"
"This method is a common decisive tactic from the old era. Usually, when a Chang Sheng Guan Realm martial artist fights recklessly, it's challenging for those of equal strength to stop them. To avoid unnecessary casualties among the troops, the higher-ups often settle things first, which is a mutually accepted approach."
Chen Chuan looked at his opponent. Although ordinary martial artists might not be a match for a Chang Sheng Guan Realm fighter, they could still contribute if someone could withstand the initial onslaught.
Even just standing by and observing could distract and divert some of the enemy's attention and energy.
After all, there were tens of thousands of fourth-limit martial artists on the field. With such numbers, it wasn't entirely pointless. That's why he brought so many people today; he wouldn't give up this advantage.
Moreover, Su Kuo could control his men, but he couldn't stop a certain individual from suddenly leaving.
"General Su Kuo, I'm sorry, but this is a battle between two armies, not a personal contest between us," he said.
Su Kuo didn't get angry at Chen Chuan's refusal. Instead, he felt a bit disappointed that he couldn't face Chen Chuan fairly. "In a battle, all methods are fair game. Mr. Chen's actions are beyond reproach. So, let's see who has the better skills."
As he spoke, a crimson light, like vermillion ink, emanated from his body, bathing the surroundings in a deep red glow.
Chen Chuan's body, on the other hand, exuded a platinum-colored spiritual qi that rose towards the sky, swirling and expanding outward, its edges resembling dense clouds.
The converging heavenly light was repelled by the two streams of spiritual qi, leaving only their intertwined spiritual brilliance.
Tens of thousands of soldiers stood on the undulating plain, silently witnessing the confrontation between the two men. The only sounds were the fluttering flags waving in the wind.
Gai Shu He stared ahead, his expression gloomy. Across from him were Chen Chuan and five other martial artists, giving them a significant advantage. He couldn't guarantee his safety in a direct confrontation, and unlike the previous battle, Su Kuo was the commander, with an Embroidered Robe Envoy from the Imperial Court watching over him. If he were to flee, he couldn't shake off the charge of desertion in battle.
Even if he did leave and both parties remained unharmed, he knew that the Gai family couldn't clear his name. He secretly cursed Zhao Zhenye for leaving; if he were still here, the situation would be entirely different.
Su Kuo and Chen Chuan faced off for a moment. He held his long hammer horizontally, leaning forward slightly. Xun Chilong, his mount, understood his intentions, and with a light stomp of its hooves, the ground trembled. In the next instant, it burst forward like a raging flame, creating a powerful wave of heat. It covered an incredible distance in a flash, forcing the air aside and creating a distorted air current. The ground's dust and pebbles were swept up, caught in the violent airflow.
Just before reaching Chen Chuan, Xun Chilong slightly veered off, avoiding a head-on collision. Su Kuo then raised his giant hammer and swung it outward, unleashing a deep red, blinding light that slammed down towards Chen Chuan with tremendous force.
This move didn't require much skill; it simply harnessed Xun Chilong's power and speed to maximize his explosive strength. The air around the hammerhead distorted in concentric circles.
Chen Chuan didn't dodge this attack; he didn't even use his outer form. Instead, he planted the Xuejun Knife into the ground, shifted his body slightly, and then punched the hammerhead with all his might.
This punch wasn't about brute force; it was a soft and gentle strike. All the power seemed to be channeled into the hammerhead, with not a hint of excess.
Su Kuo instantly felt a formidable resistance, and this force was transmitted to his mount, Xun Chilong, who let out a shrill whinny. The horse was abruptly halted, unable to move forward even half a step. The long hammer shaft bent into a crescent shape.
The surrounding military generals were stunned by this display, especially Gai Shu He and the Embroidered Robe Envoy, whose eyes widened in shock. Such power...
Su Kuo, sensing the subtle movements of the martial artists behind Chen Chuan, knew he couldn't afford to stall. He didn't resist but instead retreated, and Xun Chilong, with a stomp of its hooves, spun in place with surprising agility despite its massive size.
As the horse turned, the long hammer also swung around, and with the momentum, it lashed out from another direction!
This move also harnessed the horse's power, and it was no weaker than the previous strike. A thick white wave of energy enveloped the deep red flame.
Chen Chuan reached out, gripping the handle of the Xuejun Knife. As the hammer descended, he drew the knife from its sheath in an instant, stepped forward, and deflected the hammer with the blade. The spiritual flame on the hammerhead exploded into scattered starry sparks, and the knife's force pushed the hammer shaft away slightly. He then leaped forward, both hands on the handle, and slashed towards the front!
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(End of Chapter)
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