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Chapter 1165: The Seat of the Blade Finger
Chapter 1165: The Seat of the Blade Finger
Crossal stared at Chen Chuan and said, "I already said, he has lost."
Chen Chuan glanced at the representatives from the International Fighter Council and asked, "I would like to ask the council members, if a fighter encounters third-party interference during an official duel challenge, what is the proper procedure to handle such a situation?"
Although the International Fighter Council's representatives included Federation members, they did not show any favoritism at this moment.
One of them stood up, his face stern, and said, "According to the agreements signed by the world's countries and the fighters themselves, if a duel challenge is interfered with or obstructed during a recognized and officially permitted fair fight, the parties involved have the right to expel or counterattack the obstructors, demand compensation, issue a challenge, or submit an application to the Fighter Council for intervention and arbitration."
He looked at Chen Chuan and asked, "So, Mr. Chen, are you going to apply to the Fighter Council for intervention?"
Upon hearing this, the audience began to whisper among themselves through their earwigs and boundary tokens. The atmosphere in the arena became noticeably tense, and many people instinctively looked at Chen Chuan and Crossal, waiting for their next moves.
It was clear that Crossal had indeed interfered with the fight. According to precedent, if this matter were submitted to the Fighter Council for arbitration, it would go through a process before a decision was made.
However, most people in the room understood that, given Crossal's status, even if the arbitration process were completed, it would have no substantial impact on him. Not only was his own strength formidable, but this was on Federation territory, where they could exert significant influence over the Fighter Council.
Of course, Da Shun was no pushover. They were known for their strong stance, and the ongoing negotiations could be complicated by this incident.
Some more perceptive individuals couldn't help but wonder if this was exactly what Crossal wanted.
Even if the final arbitration ruled against Crossal, this Throne Fighter could simply return to the World Ring, making any accountability impossible. After all, the current priority was to combat the opposing world, and any disputes would have to take a back seat, likely resulting in nothing more than a verbal apology, if that.
Chen Chuan said, "I do not intend to file for arbitration." Just as everyone thought the matter was settled and the two Tawatiny fighters were about to mock him, Chen Chuan turned his gaze to Crossal.
"Since Mr. Crossal interfered with my fight, I intend to challenge him to a duel, with the council as witnesses."
What?
The high-ranking officials and fighters present were first stunned, then a wave of commotion swept through the crowd.
What did they just hear?
This man was challenging a Throne Fighter?!
Was he insane?
The fighters present all wore looks of shock and disbelief. If they remembered correctly, this man was only a Secret Temple Fighter. Surely he didn't think defeating Rossard gave him the right to challenge a Throne Fighter? This was a completely different level.
While a Secret Temple Fighter was within their understanding, a Throne Fighter's abilities were almost godlike.
Some knew that Chen Chuan had helped deal with the escapees from the Sealed Hall that night, but the details were unknown. Chen Chuan hadn't spoken about it, and Central City hadn't publicized it, so most people assumed Crossal had resolved the issue upon his return.
Chen Chuan's earlier performance had indeed shocked them, but it was within the realm of possibility given his and Rossard's similar levels. However, challenging Crossal was entirely different and seemed like a death wish.
Crossal was also surprised. He stared deeply at Chen Chuan and replied, "Since you have issued the challenge, as a Federation fighter, I cannot refuse. I accept."
The surrounding crowd couldn't help but gasp. Once he responded, the challenge was official.
The International Fighter Council representatives quickly recorded this and waited for further communication from both parties.
Crossal continued, "When do you want to do this?"
Chen Chuan took a few steps back to where the Xuejun Blade was and placed his hand on the hilt. "I think now is fine. The previous fight was just a warm-up. If Mr. Crossal needs to warm up as well, I can give you some time."
Many in the audience were left speechless at this statement, finding it absurd and wondering if Chen Chuan was being overly arrogant.
However, the people from Da Shun felt differently. They saw Chen Chuan face a Dongxuan Temple fighter without fear, not only standing his ground but also issuing a challenge. They felt a surge of excitement and a rush of blood.
Gui Zihan stood nearby, his expression calm, but his hand tightened on his sword, a glint of excitement in his eyes.
Commander Xie immediately said to his assistant, "Send a telegram to the First Delegation and report the situation here accurately."
At this moment, not only did he, the inspector from the East Coast, instruct his assistant to send a report, but the officials from the visiting delegation also did the same, relaying the situation to the Executive Government Federation. If a conflict or casualties were to occur, it could potentially disrupt the upcoming negotiations.
Crossal then said, "Fine, I'll give you some time to rest." He turned to the venue's management and added, "Provide him with the best recovery drugs."
The venue's management quickly bowed in acknowledgment, responding, "Mr. Crossal, we will follow your instructions."
Crossal then looked at Chen Chuan, "I'll give you one hour." With that, he sat back down.
This announcement caused the surrounding chatter to intensify, with excited and eager expressions on everyone's faces. They never expected to witness a Throne Fighter in action during this event.
While they might not fully understand what was happening, being able to witness this moment was a tremendous honor.
Chen Chuan then pulled the Xuejun Blade from the ground and walked over to Rossard, who was still lying on the ground, seemingly forgotten by everyone, including his fellow Tawatiny fighters.
The venue's medical staff quickly rushed over, but as long as Rossard wasn't killed on the spot, the physical prowess of a Changsheng Temple fighter would allow him to recover on his own in a short time. As the medical staff lifted Rossard onto a stretcher, he gestured for them to pause and said to Chen Chuan, "Mr. Chen, I lost."
Chen Chuan replied, "Mr. Rossard, take care of your injuries."
Rossard then said, "Mr. Chen, the relic was given to me by Mr. Crossal."
Chen Chuan nodded, understanding that Crossal had a lot of small maneuvers and likely had some plan in mind. However, once the fight began, any such plans would be rendered meaningless.
At this moment, the two deputy leaders of the visiting delegation, He and Lu, approached Commander Xie. Deputy Leader He, with a worried expression, said, "Commander Xie, the opponent is a Throne Fighter, a Dongxuan Temple fighter, right? Shouldn't we advise Director Chen to be less aggressive?"
Deputy Leader Lu added, "Yes, if Director Chen gets injured..."
Even though they were not fighters themselves, as high-ranking officials of the capital, they understood the significance of a Dongxuan Temple fighter. Such fighters could join the highest security advisory council, representing the pinnacle of martial prowess in the world.
Commander Xie, however, remained calm. He had read Chen Chuan's report and knew that Chen Chuan had already faced a Dongxuan Temple fighter at the Throat of the Star Spirits. This was not a rash decision but a challenge based on his own strength and judgment.
He said, "Since Director Chen has made this decision, he must have his reasons. As a fighter, he understands his opponent better than we do. We don't need to interfere unnecessarily."
Chen Chuan did not linger on the arena. He returned to the rest room prepared for him, placed the Xuejun Blade aside, and quietly adjusted his breathing. During this process, his body began to float gently in the force field, and a white-golden light naturally emanated from his body.
Since his battle with the Dongxuan Temple fighter at the Throat of the Star Spirits, he had been seeking more opportunities to engage with such opponents.
The more he interacted with them, the deeper his understanding of this realm became.
From his previous experience, these Dongxuan Temple fighters' divided limbs initially did not display much strength, but their power would increase based on the enemy and the battle's progression.
He deduced that under normal circumstances, only a small portion of mental power was connected to these limbs to avoid affecting the main body's strength. However, as the intensity of the battle increased or the main body focused on the limbs, the mental power infusion would gradually strengthen.
This would gradually unlock the potential within these limbs, allowing them to adapt and adjust until they completely overwhelmed and defeated the opponent.
Knowing this, if he wanted to win purely, the battle time must not be prolonged, and he should not give the opponent a chance to strengthen. He needed to resolve the fight while the opponent was in a weakened state.
However, such a victory would only be a tactical one and would not allow him to experience the true strength of his opponent, which was not his intention. Compared to the past, he was now much stronger. He wouldn't settle for just a simple victory but aimed to use these battles to improve and validate himself.
Thus, he would use this opponent to test the results of his recent training.
As he pondered this, he suddenly felt a presence. He realized that the Xuejun Blade, which had been dormant, had awakened. Sensing something unusual, he reached out, and the Xuejun Blade leaped into his hand. After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to have an idea.
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