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Chapter 1169: Radiant Aura
Chapter 1169: Radiant Aura
Chen Chuan looked down at the headless body beneath him.
This was only a part of the main entity, and it had no absolute weaknesses. Even if the head was severed, it could regrow.
For example, now, the head that had flown off was struggling with its Mutated Tissue trying to reattach to the body, while the muscles at the severed neck were still twitching, attempting to regenerate.
However, after his blade struck, the Spiritual Flame seeped into the wound, hindering the regenerative process and disrupting the body's healing.
In addition, a green Purifying Spirit Light was now spreading into both severed parts of the body.
During the previous clash, most of the Mutated Tissue in Crossal's body had been shattered, and the Purifying Spirit Light had seeped in at that moment. It was now wreaking havoc inside, repeatedly destroying the tissue as it tried to regenerate.
The Mutated Tissue would just start to recover before being destroyed again. Due to its extreme vitality, the two forces were in a stalemate, causing the body to convulse, with its limbs trembling and the front part repeatedly lifting and falling.
From the outside, it looked as if the headless body was bowing repeatedly, which, despite the lack of a head, was a bizarre and grotesque sight.
The spectators on the arena platform stood in stunned silence. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared beside them, and they turned to see someone taking a photograph of the scene.
Others, especially media personnel, hesitated for a moment, then bit their lips and also took out their cameras to snap photos.
The field devices around them had been affected by the interference and were no longer functioning well, so only cameras could capture the moment.
Chen Chuan turned his gaze to the head that Crossal had left behind. It was now completely charred, and it was clear that the entity could not personally admit defeat. After a moment's thought, he decided to help it along.
In the stunned silence of the crowd, he raised his fist, which glowed with a radiant light. After a brief moment, he brought it down with a powerful strike. A blinding light exploded, followed by a thunderous boom. The dust and smoke slowly dissipated, revealing a crater below, empty of any remains.
He slowly straightened up, the fist still emitting wisps of white smoke.
At this moment, the rain intensified. When it fell on him, it instantly evaporated, creating more steam that rose into the air, forming a faint white mist above. The air around him distorted due to the intense heat, making him appear almost ethereal.
The arena fell silent, and most people stared ahead with vacant expressions, seemingly unable to react. Even the raindrops blown by the wind onto their faces went unnoticed.
They found it hard to believe that a Throne Fighter had been defeated by Chen Chuan right before their eyes.
The more knowledgeable about power, the more they struggled to accept this outcome. Their once stable worldview felt shattered.
Len's pupils dilated, his eyes filled with shock.
He knew that the opponent Chen Chuan faced today was not the main body of Crossal, but only a part of it. Even so, this part was far superior to the three prisoners in the Sealed Hall. In fact, Crossal’s confidence in sending this part here suggested that it was strong enough to suppress all three.
But what he saw now was Chen Chuan defeating this entity in a straightforward duel, and he himself appeared unharmed.
He hadn't seen the entire process clearly, but this outcome was reminiscent of Chen Chuan's previous battle with Rossard.
Was there any significant difference?
At that moment, he seemed to realize something and immediately looked at the time displayed on the screen in front of him. However, the field had not yet recovered from the impact, and the screen was flickering, making it impossible to read.
He lifted his wrist to check his watch, but his hand was trembling, a reaction to the intense threat sensed by the Mutated Tissue in his body.
He took a deep breath, steadied his hand with the other, and checked the time.
11:17.
He remembered the fight had started at 11:12.
So, the entire duel had lasted less than five minutes...
It was over in just five minutes...
He looked up at Chen Chuan, thinking of the term "variable." His eyes grew distant. Indeed, he was a variable...
Such a person was truly difficult to handle. It seemed that only a fully committed Throne Fighter could defeat him, but...
Was it really possible?
In the past, he had never doubted it, but now he felt a hint of uncertainty.
The members of the Fighter Council sat there, their faces expressionless, but their slightly rapid breathing and tense expressions betrayed their inner turmoil.
Had something like this ever happened before?
They tried to dig into their memories, but the old era was unclear to them. In the new era, there might only be unverified records in archives. As for what was publicly known and truly documented, there was probably only the case right before their eyes.
They couldn't help but realize that they might be participating in a historical event worth recording.
One of them immediately said, "To the headquarters..."
He had barely started when he felt his voice was hoarse. After a few coughs, he continued, "Send a telegram to headquarters, report the outcome of this battle as accurately as possible. Yes... remember to use gentle wording."
Considering Crossal was still present, they felt they should be a bit more tactful and not be too disrespectful.
Rossard stood at a distance, leaning on his sword. He had witnessed the entire process. He glanced at the stage again, where the Tawatiny fighters on one side had faces filled with disbelief and shock. One of them looked utterly lost, as if the faith in their heart had collapsed, a reaction even more intense than when they were defeated.
The representatives from the Tawatiny community who had come to the event were in various states: some clutching their heads, others in a daze, and some sobbing and banging their heads against the chair backs, as if the sky had fallen.
Seeing this, Rossard's gaze became complex. He sighed, then shook his head as if letting something go, and turned to walk out.
After dealing with what was in front of him, Chen Chuan walked to the side to retrieve the scabbard. He turned the Xuejun Blade and sheathed it, then turned and walked toward the stage. The people in the stands stood up as they saw him approaching.
Raindrops fell around, but they all dispersed into wisps of mist, and even from a distance, one could feel the intense heat.
Everyone looked at Chen Chuan with reverence as he walked up the steps, their eyes involuntarily following him.
Chen Chuan walked straight to the Dashaun Delegation. The members of the delegation looked at him with bright eyes.
Chen Chuan said to Commander Xie, "Commander Xie, it's over. I think we can leave now."
Commander Xie nodded. He looked around the venue and then said, "Let's go", before leaving his seat and walking with Chen Chuan, leading the delegation along the aisle toward the exit.
The members of the Fighter Council watched them leave. One member said with certainty, "After today, every country and major company will definitely raise this person's influence rating."
The other members nodded in agreement. Currently, all countries and companies had an influence assessment for world-renowned fighters, and Chen Chuan had already had a certain level of influence. However, nothing compared to what he had done today.
Defeating a fighter from Dongxuan Temple, even if it was just a part of their body, would certainly draw the attention of the upper echelons of countries and major companies.
The leader of the council put on his hat and said, "I have a feeling we've witnessed history."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
For a fighter as young as Chen Chuan to have such a performance, even if he made no further progress, he would still stand at a height that most fighters and even fighter admirers could only look up to. Moreover, based on past experiences, it was only a matter of time before he entered the ranks of the Throne Fighters.
The leader said, "Let's go. There's a lot to handle today."
As Chen Chuan and his group walked out of the venue, others were also leaving. The Tawatiny fighters were nowhere to be seen, as if they had slipped away unnoticed. The Tawatiny representatives were all hanging their heads, their eyes devoid of light.
In contrast, the Dashaun Delegation was in high spirits, walking with their heads held high and powerful strides, creating a formidable presence that drew people's attention. They kept their eyes forward, even the ordinary members exuding a sense of superiority, a privilege reserved for the victors.
As for the disheartened Tawatiny people, they didn't even glance at them.
After everyone boarded the special vehicles, they headed back to the base.
Commander Xie appeared calm but was inwardly agitated. Once the car started, he asked the telegraph operator, "Has it been sent?"
The telegraph operator replied, "Sir, it has been sent. It might take a bit longer for the domestic side, but the First Delegation should have received it. We haven't received a response yet, but according to the regulations, we should hear back within half an hour."
Commander Xie nodded and then asked his assistant, "Did you get everything on camera?" The assistant held up the camera and said excitedly, "Sir, don't worry, I got everything."
Commander Xie nodded again. He felt that the final scenes had significant propaganda value and could be sent back and published in some well-known domestic publications.
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(End of Chapter)
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