Chapter 467: Skygod
Chapter 467: Skygod
Chen Chuan lifted his hand and unbuttoned his cloak, one by one. The esoteric ritual had just enhanced his strength, but in reality, it had other effects as well. As for Chengsheng, the spiritual influence seemed to have little effect on him.
Since it was of no use, there was no need to keep it. So, after unbuttoning everything, he casually tossed it aside, letting the cloak blow away with the gusting wind.
Seeing that Chengsheng still hesitated to make the first move, Chen Chuan didn't bother with formalities. Ignoring the gunshots and battle sounds behind him, he stamped his foot on the ground and leaped forward.
As he jumped, the white fog rising from his body trailed behind him, creating a powerful air current that was awe-inspiring.
Chengsheng maintained his solemn expression, not daring to underestimate his enemy due to the increased strength. In fact, the pressure Chen Chuan exerted on him remained.
This time, he didn't stay in place but sidestepped to the side, using his movement to block and defend.
Under the circumstances of insufficient strength, he could only rely on his skills. Now, with enough power, he could defend using more conventional methods. After the vital essence infusion, his height was now almost equal to Chen Chuan's, allowing him to handle the situation more calmly.
As their blades clashed and parried, Chen Chuan could clearly feel that his opponent had improved in overall quality compared to before. Despite using no less strength than before, he could now block Chen Chuan's attacks with just one hand, demonstrating both power and skill.
Unlike Iron Demon, the sudden surge in strength didn't hinder his coordination; instead, it complemented his body perfectly, eliminating any weaknesses.
After blocking another series of over a dozen strikes, Chengsheng's confidence grew. He carefully examined the strength of this new body, a power he had never possessed before, or perhaps a power he would possess in the future. Under the guidance of a higher spiritual technique, he had no trouble controlling it.
This was the power he would gain in the future.
After blocking Chen Chuan's blade once more, they retreated again due to the proximity of their blades.
Chengsheng felt his body and spirit becoming more harmonious, though he knew this state couldn't last long. Still, he was confident that as long as he won this battle, even if he returned to his previous form, the experience would allow him to progress rapidly and reach heights he couldn't have imagined before.
In truth, the essence blood in the blade couldn't be absorbed casually, as its overwhelming power would cause resistance in aberrant bodies. Only when facing a true opponent and sensing a life-or-death crisis would the aberrant body completely ignore this resistance.
Since turning fourteen, no enemy had ever given him this feeling. Only Chen Chuan, who nearly killed him, allowed him to perfectly fuse with this essence blood.
He spoke to Chen Chuan earnestly, "Chen, thank you." After winning this battle and killing his opponent, he would show respect to his opponent as a combat solver.
Chen Chuan replied naturally, "There's no need to thank me. I should be thanking you."
Chengsheng was taken aback, then suddenly felt a vague sense of unease rising within him, though he couldn't pinpoint the reason.
Unconsciously, the white fog around Chen Chuan grew denser, rising like a thick column of smoke in the wind, solidifying without dispersing in the wind. His figure was faintly visible within the fog.
After leaving the Central City, he had been taking his medication and training as usual. His strength had been accumulating, but he hadn't yet reached a true harmony with himself. He hadn't encountered a truly formidable combat solver until now.
To be precise, no opponent had forced him to exert his full strength.
In the academy, he had Hongfu to spar with daily, but in Yangzhi, such conditions didn't exist. Now, with this opponent, the power accumulated in his aberrant body was awakened and began to adapt and merge with him.
He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, pointing it at Chengsheng.
His opponent's defensive stance reminded him of a constantly stretched bow. As long as the bowstring held, the bow would release a powerful strike when it reached its limit.
So, it was a matter of who reached their limit first.
Chengsheng's eyes narrowed as he noticed Chen Chuan's aura expanding outward without restraint, and his momentum continued to rise. Yet, he couldn't find any openings.
But what did that matter? The Chen Chuan he had seen before was an illusion, an unreal shadow in front of him. In the previous continuous battles, he had been constructing a real Chen Chuan, and he firmly believed that at the right moment, he could kill this opponent with a single strike.
In the realm of spiritual awareness, Chen Chuan moved again, shouting as he charged forward. This time, they weren't confined to this area but slowly moved away from the National Highway, clashing and exchanging blows rapidly. Each clash sent out a thunderous roar and a circle of energy waves.
The vehicles closer to one side began to shake, and the already cracked glass shattered continuously under the impact.
In Chengsheng Jian's eyes, with each all-out clash between the two, the Chen Chuan in the form of a shadow and the real Chen Chuan before him seemed to merge, but there was still a slight difference.
His Wave Defense was about to reach the point of counterattack.
After dozens of parries, a surge of power erupted from within his body, a power that seemed to come from nowhere, but in reality, it was the rebound of aberrant tissues pushed to their limits.
At this moment, the shadow in his mind and the Chen Chuan before him completely merged, and he knew the opportunity had arrived. He swung his sword, the first strike in this battle, and the only strike!
Chen Chuan had been observing the changes in his opponent's body, and suddenly, the other's aura seemed to disappear in an instant. His eyes flashed, and his secondary self merged with the other, witnessing the strike. He too, swung his sword.
The two blades crossed in mid-air, and with a clang, Chengsheng Jian's sword broke, but his gaze remained unwavering. The blade continued along its predetermined path towards Chen Chuan.
This strike wasn't solely about the sword itself but the concentrated spirit within it!
Strike Intent Equals Strike Form! If this blow could shatter Chen Chuan's spirit, then his physical body would also collapse. This strike not only required pushing one's spirit to the limit but also demanded the opponent's spirit to reach its peak. Only by breaking through the strongest point could one completely sever all of the other's connections.
As the sword's momentum fully unfolded, although the broken sword didn't hit Chen Chuan's body, the powerful sword intent surged into the latter's aura and mind.
In that instant, a faint line appeared on Chengsheng Jian's forehead, extending diagonally to his chest and abdomen, and for a moment, his entire body seemed to fade.
At the same time, Chen Chuan's Snow Sovereign Sword, after breaking the opponent's long sword, made a slight adjustment, dispersing the force transmitted from the blade. Then, with both arms, he thrust the sword forward.
Both men paused, and the gray dust beneath their feet vibrated and spread outwards.
The broken half of the sword spun in the air for a dozen circles before falling with a hiss into the wasteland's ground.
Chengsheng Jian maintained his sword-swinging posture, gazing at Chen Chuan's calm eyes. He slowly lowered his head, seeing the Snow Sovereign Sword piercing his heart and protruding from his back.
Bright red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his skin began to show signs of blood seepage, staining the white clothes he wore.
The previous strike had exhausted all his spirit, and if he couldn't kill his opponent, his divine energy would disperse, leaving him an empty shell.
He spoke softly, "Sorry, Teacher, my path ends here." With a hint of regret, he slowly closed his eyes and became motionless.
Seeing this, Chen Chuan drew back his sword, causing Chengsheng Jian's body to fall forward onto the ground. Soon, blood stained the ground red.
Chen Chuan raised his hand to look at the Snow Sovereign Sword, which had conveyed a thrilling intent, and then glanced at Chengsheng Jian's body. In just a moment, his body gradually shrank, returning to its original form.
He pondered for a moment. That previous strike was indeed powerful, and setting aside the force transmitted by the sword, it could be considered an attack that annihilated the spirit.
However, the opponent didn't seem to have mastered it fully. After the sword broke, they lost at least more than half of their strength. Judging from the injury on his secondary self, even with his accumulated divine energy, he could barely withstand it.
Chen Chuan looked up and saw Yao Guwen fighting two enemies alone. He had sustained numerous injuries, appearing a bit disheveled, but overall, he was still maintaining the situation.
Yao Guwen wore the Secret Sect Review Bureau's cloak, and the ritual setup in the field was enough to cause sensory confusion for intruders. Despite this, the two opponents, although affected, still managed to resist and maintain their composure.
Sometimes, a slight misstep could mean missing an opportunity, so he always narrowly avoided fatal attacks.
As Chen Chuan's gaze landed on them, all three of them sensed it and looked over. Yao Guwen's face lit up with joy, while the other two's pupils constricted, showing no intention of further entanglement. After a few moves to push Yao Guwen back, they quickly retreated and fled in different directions.
One of them even threw a flying dagger towards Chen Chuan from a distance of one li.
Chen Chuan deflected the dagger with his sword and didn't pursue that person. Instead, he turned towards the other fleeing fighter, took a step forward, and gave chase.
The dagger-throwing fighter, seeing that Chen Chuan wasn't pursuing him, felt relieved and hurried away. But after only a few steps, he suddenly clutched his stomach, stumbled forward, and began vomiting blood uncontrollably.
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