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Chapter 1166: Sharpening the Body Through Battle
Chapter 1166: Sharpening the Body Through Battle
In the capital of the Federation, Lunovilla Central City.
Just a few minutes after the First Delegation had set the terms for the challenge, they received a telegram from Vijiazia. At that time, they had just concluded their morning negotiations with the Federation's Executive Government officials.
After reading the telegram, Jiang Hongzhi instructed someone to inform the Federation side to postpone the afternoon meeting. He then called over the main senior members of his team and asked for their opinions.
Chu Zhixian said, "Team Leader, I had my concerns from the start. Director Chen is too impulsive. Now he's about to engage in another challenge. While I don't know much about fighters, I do know that Crossal has a far greater influence in the world than Director Chen. This is Director Chen risking his life recklessly.
To put it bluntly, if something happens to him..." He paused, "Will our delegation be held responsible? Will this negatively impact our ongoing negotiations?"
Tu Haisheng said, "Team Leader, I've reviewed the report. The Federation provoked this first. As a member of our Dashaun Delegation, Director Chen was right to defend his personal dignity and national honor. I believe he should not be criticized."
Jiang Hongzhi said, "Commander Xie just sent me a private telegram. He has confidence in Director Chen. We'll wait and see the outcome. For now, Director Chen is still a member of our delegation, and we should support him."
He turned to his assistant and said, "Draft a telegram. Tell Director Chen to focus on the challenge without any worries. The delegation supports his decision."
He then said to Tu Haisheng, "The Executive Government will likely contact us soon. Deputy Team Leader Tu, please handle it for me."
Tu Haisheng replied, "Sure, Team Leader."
The Federation's Executive Government also convened a discussion over this matter. The advisers deliberated and believed that the West Shore Party might be intentionally using this to disrupt the negotiations.
Their first reaction was to suppress the situation before it escalated. They quickly contacted the Dashaun Delegation to ask if the matter could be handled discreetly, promising to provide a satisfactory response afterward.
Deputy Team Leader Tu responded that Crossal had interfered with the original challenge, and Director Chen had acted within the authority granted by the Council. If the Federation could persuade Crossal to apologize or make amends, they could try to calm the situation.
The advisory team knew they couldn't control Crossal, nor did they have any intention of doing so. At his level in the Federation, unless he violated national laws, no one could sway his decisions. Moreover, as a West Shore Party legislator, he had a significant following in the National Parliament.
This was just a test. If Dashaun backed down, the matter would be suppressed.
The Executive Government wasn't without leverage against the West Shore Party, such as the previous Sealed Hall Prisoner escape incident. However, they didn't want to play that card at this time.
Since they couldn't stop it, they had to assess the potential consequences.
Kasian and Aolin, as key members, discussed the matter and found it difficult to predict the outcome of the challenge.
They had received comprehensive reports on the Sealed Hall incident, which revealed that Chen Chuan couldn't be judged by the usual standards of a Secret Temple Fighter.
Aolin rubbed his temples and took a sip of his invigorating drink, feeling a headache coming on. "So, we need to provide the Governor with two contingency plans?"
"Exactly", Kasian glanced at his watch. "Let's wait for the results."
An hour passed quickly.
Chen Chuan, wielding the Xuejun Blade, walked out of the venue. He had started his match with Rossard at ten in the morning, and it was now just past eleven. The spring sunlight was bright but provided only a slight warmth, as the cold wind sweeping through the large venue made the air crisp.
Seeing Chen Chuan emerge, Crossal also descended from the viewing platform. He was dressed in a custom-made hunting outfit and carried no weapons.
Given that he was only partially present, it made sense he wouldn't bring his usual weapons. At his level, he rarely needed them.
His arms hung naturally, reaching just below his knees, not because his legs were short, but because they were exceptionally long.
Everyone on the viewing platform was tense, especially the fighters, who watched the scene below with unwavering attention.
Today, they would witness the destructive power and strength of a Throne Fighter. Even if the details were unclear, just being present was a great honor.
As they watched Crossal's back, they felt a heavy, oppressive weight, making it hard to breathe. They couldn't help but wonder how Dashaun's representative dared to challenge such a formidable opponent. Perhaps the battle would end very quickly?
Chen Chuan stepped to the center of the arena and once again planted the Xuejun Blade into the ground. He said, "Mr. Crossal, you left too quickly that day. I originally wanted to spar with you, so I must thank you for giving me this opportunity today."
His voice was sincere.
Crossal stared at him without responding. If not for Fan Zhentong’s appearance, he wouldn’t have left so easily that day.
The audience on the platform was surprised and skeptical upon hearing this. Had these two met before? And from the tone, it seemed Mr. Crossal had backed down?
What made them uncomfortable was that Chen Chuan faced Crossal with composure, his tone natural and calm, as if talking to an equal. This attitude subtly irked them.
Chen Chuan gripped the hilt of the Xuejun Blade and slowly drew it out. As the blade was fully unsheathed, he turned it, and a cold, sharp light flashed. In that instant, everyone on the platform felt a bone-chilling cold.
Crossal couldn’t help but take a closer look at the blade.
At this moment, the Spiritual Flames of both men began to rise slowly.
Chen Chuan’s Spiritual Flame was like a fiery cloak enveloping his body, not blazing fiercely but radiating a stable harmony. The white-gold light flickered densely, like raindrops striking a surface.
Crossal’s Spiritual Flame was a deep purplish-red, similar to the one Chen Chuan had seen from the Dongxuan Temple fighter before, forming a thick, tightly wrapped aura around him.
Chen Chuan knew this was the result of highly condensed and controlled Spiritual Flame, a feat most fighters could not achieve. This indicated that Crossal’s ability to control and constrain his Spiritual Flame was approaching this realm.
After both men were ready, they looked up at each other, clearly seeing the signal to begin in each other’s eyes.
At that moment, Chen Chuan immediately felt a powerful mental pressure descend upon him, like a massive wave suddenly pressing down, enveloping and squeezing him, with a continuous force following after.
This affected not only him but also caused the Ceremonial Field screen to waver and distort. However, he stood his ground, unmoving.
Crossal, seeing that Chen Chuan was unaffected, was not surprised. After all, the latter had already proven his resilience that night. What surprised him more was that the blade in Chen Chuan’s hand remained unaffected, further confirming the blade’s exceptional nature.
At that moment, his body seemed to waver slightly, and his figure vanished. The ground where he had stood rapidly collapsed and cracked, sinking downward.
Chen Chuan focused on the rapidly approaching figure, noticing the air around him being effortlessly torn apart. Although the opponent was fast, it wasn’t to the point of being unmanageable.
As a swordsman, he should have blocked the opponent from getting close, but he chose not to.
When the opponent approached, Chen Chuan sidestepped, dodging the punch with a quick head movement. He then blocked the other fist with his left hand.
As their fists collided, the Spiritual Flames seemed to merge, but there was no intense display or sound. However, the audience felt the entire arena shake, and the seats beneath them swayed as if they were on a wave, accompanied by a rumbling sound.
Chen Chuan sensed the force coming from Crossal, which was slightly weaker than the one he had encountered before. However, this did not determine their strength, as it probably depended on the number of limbs involved.
Compared to the last time, his own strength had increased, so he not only didn’t retreat but kicked up with his leg after the collision, the speed of which was so fast it seemed to create a blade of light.
Crossal, clearly not expecting such raw power, managed to withstand the attack, but this didn’t disrupt his rhythm. He turned his body slightly to the side, avoiding the kick.
At the same time, the Spiritual Flame on his hand, which had been highly condensed, began to flow subtly.
Before he could deliver his strike, Chen Chuan twisted his waist, and the leg that was mid-kick changed direction, sweeping horizontally toward Crossal.
Crossal’s forward hand remained still, blocking the kick. The two Spiritual Flames collided and dissipated, causing more cracks to appear on his arm. At that moment, his hand at his waist, now fully charged, thrust out, and a bright flash of light shot from his fingertips, heading straight for Chen Chuan’s face!
As the strike was released, the lights around the arena dimmed for an instant.
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