Heavenly Ascension Chronicles Chapter 1160: The Curtain Falls, the Battle Continues - Novel Cool

Chapter 1160: The Curtain Falls, the Battle Continues

Chapter 1160: The Curtain Falls, the Battle Continues

Chen Chuan looked at the newcomer. From the aura the person exuded and the tone of their voice, he roughly guessed their identity.

The Throne Fighter from Vijiazia, Drian Crossal.

He said, "It's me."

Crossal said, "I heard that you dealt with the Prisoners who escaped from the Sealed Hall?"

Chen Chuan replied, "I only helped take care of two of them. As for the rest, it's still up to your side to handle them."

Crossal looked at him with a questioning tone, "Since you had the ability to deal with two of them, why did you let the last one go?"

Chen Chuan looked at him and said calmly, "You need to understand that it was your side who asked for our help, not that we were obligated to assist. How we act is not something for your side to question."

Crossal's gaze grew more intense, and he said, "What role did your Dashaun Delegation play in this incident?

A Secret Temple Fighter like you managed to defeat two Throne Level Prisoners, even if they were very weak. I think there might be something we don't understand here."

Chen Chuan looked at him and said, "If you want to understand, I happen to have a bit of time to spare to explain it to you."

The previous battle had been very satisfying, but he didn't mind another one. Unfortunately, this person didn't seem to be in their complete form, only a part of them, so he wouldn't be able to experience their full power.

He wondered how this person compared to the two weakened opponents he had just faced.

Crossal stared at him, his fingers twitching slightly before he slowly clenched them into a fist.

Just as the two were facing off, a sudden gust of wind blew by, followed by a loud boom. Another figure landed nearby, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Fan Zhentong's tall figure emerged from the dust and said, "What's this, Mr. Crossal, are you thinking of testing Director Chen's skills? Director Chen just fought two Prisoners, and I think he might be a bit tired. How about this..."

He stood in front of Crossal.

"I'll take Director Chen's place and spar with you. To be honest, since I arrived in the Federation, I haven't had a proper chance to exchange skills with your fighters. This place seems perfect for it, with no one around and plenty of space, and we don't have to worry about anyone getting lost again."

Crossal glanced at him, then at Chen Chuan, and slowly unclenched his fingers. He said expressionlessly, "I came back today to handle business, not to spar with anyone."

Fan Zhentong said, "No problem, Mr. Crossal. If you're interested or think of it later, I'm always available."

Crossal said nothing more, leaped up, and instantly vanished in a flash of light. However, as he passed over the ancient ruins, a bolt of lightning-like light shot down from him, shattering the Ritual pillars and causing the ground to tremble. Flames and light soared up from the area.

Chen Chuan glanced over, and this strike seemed purely out of frustration. In his view, once the Ritual pillars were set up, the Ritual itself could exist independently, and destroying the pillars wouldn't solve the problem.

He could see that Crossal had no reason to miss this.

Moreover, he remembered that there were many Zen practitioners meditating there. This attack could cause injuries, but the Xiaojue Temple was not one to be trifled with. If there were any issues, someone would surely come to discuss the matter with him.

Fan Zhentong also saw this but, given that the attack was on Federation territory, he was unfazed. He said, "Crossal is a Federation supremist. He always views us from Dashaun as enemies of the Federation.

From the start of our negotiations with the East Shore, he has shown exceptional dissatisfaction. This time, seeking out Director Chen is just an excuse to cause trouble."

He paused and continued, "Director Chen, you did well. Our Dashaun Delegation has our own considerations for how we act, and we won't tolerate others interfering. Even on Federation soil, we must not show any weakness, but rather be even more resolute."

Chen Chuan nodded slightly.

Fan Zhentong noticed his gaze still fixed on the direction Crossal had left and asked, "What's the matter, Director Chen, are you a bit disappointed that you didn't get to face him?"

Chen Chuan was straightforward, "A bit, Mr. Fan. You arrived a bit too early; otherwise, I could have experienced his strength."

Fan Zhentong couldn't help but look at him. Whether it was the Wanderers or Cavinton, they were undoubtedly at the Dongxuan Temple level. Even though they had been imprisoned for a long time and their strength had been affected, their foundation remained strong, far beyond what a typical Changsheng Temple fighter could handle.

And Chen Chuan had defeated two of them in just a few minutes, a truly impressive feat. Moreover, after two consecutive battles, he looked as if he hadn't been injured or exerted himself at all, which was even more astonishing.

He seemed to have grown even stronger since the last time they met, and his rate of improvement was quite rapid.

How much time had really passed?

He had always been very appreciative of outstanding juniors. He said, "Director Chen, Crossal shouldn't give you any more trouble. Well, perhaps you're not afraid of him anyway. Since everything is fine here, I should take my leave."

Chen Chuan said, "Senior Fan, thank you."

Fan Zhentong waved his hand, then turned and left. As he walked, his body gradually dissipated like thick fog, eventually transforming into a Thumb floating in mid-air. After a few more rolls in the air, it turned into a cloud of ash, which was then carried away by the wind.

Chen Chuan watched as the ash gradually dispersed, his mind filled with thoughts. Through his cultivation in recent days and his interactions with the fighters from Dongxuan Temple, he realized that these dispersed limbs could be connected to one's spirit.

In other words, wherever the limb went, the spirit could sense the situation there. The fighters of Dongxuan Temple truly lived up to their name.

However, there must be some limitations and differences in this process. For example, fighters like Fan Zhentong, who could display considerable strength with just a bit of blood or a small part of a limb, were not likely to be common.

He adjusted his hat and continued walking toward Central City, slightly increasing his pace.

By the time he returned to the city, it was still under a state of martial law. Battle airships patrolled the skies, and armed vehicles drove past on the ground from time to time. He could also see people fleeing and leaping between buildings, trying to escape from groups of combat creatures.

These were likely fighters who had scattered from the fight zones.

As he watched, he noticed someone approaching. He recognized the man as the Federation fighter, Rossard. The man walked up to him, looked at him with a complex expression, and finally said, "Mr. Chen, do you have a moment? Can we talk?"

Chen Chuan nodded. "Sure."

"Then let's take my car."

Chen Chuan followed Rossard into his private vehicle, and they drove toward a location within the city. Rossard remained silent throughout the journey.

After about ten minutes, the car stopped at a Fight Arena. Rossard invited him to a Vip viewing platform.

The fight events in Fight City were usually non-stop, day and night. However, the chaos from last night had also affected this place, and now it was empty. The only things on the arena were the lights illuminating it.

Rossard looked at the empty venue and said, "Would you be interested in hearing my past? Consider it a way to understand your opponent."

Chen Chuan said, "Mr. Rossard, I'm listening."

Rossard paused and said, "I am from Tawatiny, born into a Mercenary family. During the early days of the Federation's founding war, they recruited mercenaries from all over. I was only twelve at the time, and I followed my family to the Federation.

I grew up on Federation soil and fought in the founding war. I showed exceptional talent and, with the spoils and rewards from the war, was quickly accepted by the Federation, becoming a National Fighter.

Although I am now a Federation citizen, I still remember my homeland and the people there. I still consider them my compatriots.

My help earned their respect, and I became their idol. So when I took on this burden and when they needed me, I had to step up.

I hope you understand, Mr. Chen, that this is a matter of circumstances, not my intention to deepen the conflict between Dashaun and Tawatiny." He said solemnly, "Our challenge is just between us."

Chen Chuan looked at him and understood the purpose of this conversation. Rossard wanted to limit the scope of the challenge to just the two of them, defining it as a simple battle between fighters. Or, more importantly, he didn't want to cause personal resentment or hatred toward the Tawatiny people.

This concern was not unfounded. A powerful fighter, if they reached a certain level, would not only possess formidable martial skills but would also hold important positions within their own country. If they harbored animosity toward a region or a nation, it could indeed have international repercussions.

He said, "Mr. Rossard, I remember that this challenge was triggered by the conflicts between our sides. You should be aware that, regardless of the outcome, the tensions between our countries will only increase, not decrease. However, you can rest assured that I have no personal interest in the Tawatiny people.

But, in my view, Mr. Rossard, you don't need to worry too much. If the Tawatiny people don't learn to control themselves, such incidents will only increase. After repeated setbacks and recognizing the gap, I believe they will eventually come to their senses."

Rossard was silent for a moment and then said, "Mr. Chen, I'll be waiting for you here the day after tomorrow. Please don't hold back."

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