Chapter 1152: Crushing the Enemy Like a Rainbow
Chapter 1152: Crushing the Enemy Like a Rainbow
Rossard couldn't help but be stunned. From the figure and the uniform of the person opposite him, it wasn't hard to guess that this should be the Chen Chuzhang from the Dashaun Delegation.
This person should be at the same level as him. According to the information he had seen before, their strength should be roughly the same. So how could it be...
In fact, he already considered this an overestimation. Even though he hadn't broken through yet, he wasn't far from the next level. Even someone with extraordinary talent, after all, was still young. They might be strong, but not that strong.
However, the strength displayed by the person in front of him completely overturned his understanding, far exceeding the limits of what he could imagine.
Firstly, the hardest thing to resist about a Throne Fighter is their oppressive Mental Power. So just standing in front of him was extremely difficult earlier. If it weren't for the timely activation of the Relic Medal granted by the Federation, using that brief moment to retreat, the battle would have ended right there.
But now, this person stood directly in front of him without any apparent effect.
More shockingly, he felt an incredibly strong sense of oppression from that tall and straight back. This oppression came from the release of Field and Mental Power, and for someone at his level, this intangible information could be clearly analyzed and integrated into a deeper perception.
But even more directly, the overwhelming spirit impact was blocked by just one hand. In the ongoing clash, the pale white light couldn't break through the barrier and was gradually suppressed by the white-golden flames. Finally, he saw the fingers suddenly clench, and with a snap, the light instantly dissipated, leaving only fragmented air currents.
His lips trembled involuntarily. This situation usually only occurred when the spiritual flame had an absolute upper hand.
Doesn't this mean that this person's strength has already surpassed the opponent? But how could that be? Even if his old boss is now weak, perhaps not even half as strong as in his prime, he is still a Throne Fighter. This is absolutely not something a fighter below this level can directly confront.
Or is it...
His eyes widened, staring in shock at the figure standing with a blade in hand.
Chen Chuan, after dispersing the spirit impact, glanced at the distorted, non-human figure opposite him.
Honestly, the pressure from this opponent was far less than that of the Dongxuan Temple Gou Dou Jia he had faced before.
This might be because the opponent had just escaped from captivity and hadn't fully recovered his strength. Additionally, over the past few days, with ample resources, his own strength had been growing rapidly, far surpassing what it was before.
However, it's important to note that back then, he only faced a part of the Dongxuan Temple Gou Dou Jia, while now he faced a complete individual.
He slightly tilted his head and said, "Mr. Rossard, take a rest. I'll handle this." Then, he walked forward.
Rossard received a message through his implanted device. After a quick glance, he learned that Chen Chuan was invited by the Federation Executive Government to assist in the defense. He kindly reminded, "Mr. Chen, be careful. That Sealed Hall existence has power attached to it."
Chen Chuan didn't say anything, just slightly raised his blade as a response, and then slowly walked forward.
Inside the White Rock Long Hall, the Managers watched this scene with mixed feelings. They were both extremely relieved that Cavinton had finally been stopped and deeply shocked by Chen Chuan's displayed strength.
Len stared at the figure presented in the Field, his expression a mix of surprise, more wariness, and caution.
Chen Chuan took steps forward, and as the distance between him and the opponent shortened, one of Cavinton's limbs suddenly stabbed over.
However, what felt incredibly fast to Rossard appeared normal to him. Without even drawing his blade, he just waved his hand outward, and the limb was instantly deflected to the side, flying far away, exploding into a burst of spiritual light, while his pace remained unchanged.
Cavinton's grayish-white eyes rolled, and it seemed the arms behind him paused slightly. Then, it suddenly swung its long limbs toward him, the light on them bursting out in an instant.
Chen Chuan's eyes instantly reflected the many approaching arms. As he focused, everything around him seemed to slow down.
He then raised his hand and extended his palm forward, colliding with one of the limbs. It was clear to see the small hammer-like fist hitting his palm, with fine and dazzling star fragments flying out. At the moment of the collision, his hand was as steady as a rock, while the muscles on the opponent's slender arm rippled like waves.
At this moment, he swung his arm again, slicing his palm against another incoming limb. The collision squeezed the air outward, causing a burst of turbulent currents.
As the hand twisted and shattered, he pointed at it with two fingers, hitting the palm's center. Instantly, a burst of light and flesh exploded, and the scattered blood droplets and fragments of Mutated Tissue drifted in the air.
He then thrust his elbow, striking the other limb heading for his head with perfect precision, causing it to twist and fly away. The light flames trailing behind it left a scattered trail of light.
These limbs appeared to move together, but there were subtle differences in timing. This was due to their different positions and the varying force they exerted, as well as tactical choices. If all limbs moved in the same direction and rhythm, their individual advantages would not be apparent, and they would be no different from a single limb.
This allowed him to handle each limb with ease, accurately blocking and neutralizing them. However, due to the high speed of the incoming limbs and the Spirituality flames generated from their collisions, it seemed as though an invisible, radiant barrier had formed in front of him, a dazzling and brilliant whirl of flames.
While these limbs were numerous and fast, each contained different types of force. Any slight misstep on his part would have resulted in immediate retreat, and the other limbs following closely would have been unstoppable.
Therefore, even if someone with equal strength were to stand here, they would find it extremely difficult to withstand the attack head-on. However, he was different. Each defense was met with a different type of force, and throughout the entire process, he relied solely on his own power, without any assistance from a second self!
When the last slender arm extended, his eyes flashed, and he grabbed it tightly. This was precisely when the force from the limb had ended, and it instinctively tried to retract.
However, at that moment, Cavinton felt an overwhelming force surge through the limb, pulling him toward his opponent. Realizing this, he immediately tried to sever the connection between the limb and his body.
But it was too late. In a flash, he saw Chen Chuan appear in front of him, and a fist glowing with a white-golden light slammed into him. The scene was eerily similar to when Rossard had struck him earlier, but the power was on a completely different level!
*Boom!*
The intense collision scattered the spiritual flames around Cavinton, like fireworks exploding. The impact caused his Chest to burst open, and the force shattered half of his head, sending the remaining half of his body flying with the scattered flames.
However, before he could reach a distance, Chen Chuan twisted his waist, yanked the limb, and dragged the damaged body back. He then pressed down with his hand, forcefully slamming the entire body into the ground!
At that moment, it was as if a meteor had fallen from the sky, striking the land with a thunderous explosion. Blinding light and shockwaves radiated outward, and the sky behind him was filled with dense cracks. The area, protected by a Ritual, had finally reached its limit of endurance.
At the location of the Ritual experts, the replenishment materials were disappearing at an alarming rate, almost as fast as they were added.
All the Ritual experts were sweating profusely, their hands moving rapidly as they frantically removed the damaged and cracked Ritual disks from the intricate, gear-like walls and replaced them with backups to keep the system operational.
On the high-flying airships, beams of light shone down, revealing a scene that left the observers in awe. At the front of the Sealed Hall, a massive, scorched black crater had formed, with deep, radiating cracks extending outward from its edges.
The managers of the White Rock Long Hall, watching the overhead view transmitted on the Field screens, felt a deep sense of shock and awe.
As managers of a city of fighters, they were not inexperienced. Even someone like Len, who was a Gou Dou Jia, knew the immense strength required to achieve such destruction under the constraints of a Ritual.
Rossard, floating in the air behind, felt a deep tremor in his heart. During the earlier confrontation, Cavinton had clearly been the stronger one, but now he was being casually brutalized by Chen Chuan. Could his strength have suddenly declined?
No, he knew that Cavinton was currently even stronger than when they fought. The only reason for this outcome was that the opponent he faced now was overwhelmingly powerful!
Chen Chuan stood there, surrounded by dancing flames, his cloak billowing in the gusts of air. He looked down at the mangled flesh and twitching limbs in the crater, adjusted his hat, and said, "Is this your limit?"
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