Chapter 557: Unleashing
Chapter 557: Unleashing
The two figures plummeted from a height of over twenty meters, their auras overflowing with power. With a deafening boom, they crashed into the ground, creating a massive crater and sending debris flying in all directions.
Fang Zhixin and Yu Lie were both stunned by the sight. Falling from such a height without any protection seemed impossible.
Amidst the scattered rubble, Chen Chuan leaped out of the crater and landed gracefully, twenty meters away. He stood upright, his body exuding a different aura than before. A faint glow emanated from his right hand, as if something had been released.
Chen Chuan stared at him, sensing a familiar feeling. It reminded him of a being he had encountered, yet it wasn't exactly the same.
Chen Bitong examined his own hand and spoke softly, "Once a fighter breaks free from the shackles of their own limitations, they transcend the boundaries of the physical self and enter a new realm."
"In the ancient era, there were various names for this, but in the modern age, they are all known as 'martial artists'."
Martial artists possess a unique ability to allow their spirits to interfere with reality, without relying on physical force. It is a pure manifestation of their psychic power.
However, becoming a martial artist requires a process. The spirit must be elevated to a certain height, and with sufficient elevation, one can draw upon their spirit to access power from another world, harnessing it for their own use. Reaching this level marks the beginning of a new journey.
He raised his other hand, and it, too, began to glow faintly.
"From then on, you can use this power to temper your spirit, gradually adapting and acquiring the same qualities. Once you've completed this process, you can embark on the path of a martial artist."
Chen Chuan's thoughts turned to Xue Laoshi's teachings. The Spirit Illumination Reflection Technique aimed to elevate the spirit to great heights. Following this path, if successful, would surely lead to such a realm.
Chen Bitong spoke in a low voice, "Even a martial artist, once they possess the ability to guide external forces with their spirit, becomes formidable. It's not something an ordinary fighter can withstand. Even those two on the ground couldn't contend against such power."
Chen Chuan's gaze shifted to the faint glow on his hand. Leaning forward, he took a step, and with each stride, he channeled the power from his altered tissues, propelling himself forward. As he approached, he extended his palm and pressed down on his opponent's shoulder!
Chen Bitong's feet shifted slightly, and his glowing hand rose to block the attack, steady as a rock.
Chen Chuan felt his own power dissipate upon contact with Chen Bitong's arm, as if it had fallen into a void. Chen Bitong then pushed out with his other hand.
Chen Chuan blocked the attack, sensing an overwhelming force. He dug his feet into the ground and retreated, stopping only after twenty meters.
He glanced at his second self, which had nearly vanished, and realized that with just a slight push, his overall endurance had decreased by a fifth.
Such an attack could only be withstood for about five punches, perhaps even less, as Chen Bitong hadn't exerted his full strength.
Chen Bitong frowned, and the faint light on one of his hands dimmed, leaving only the other hand glowing.
Chen Chuan's eyes remained fixed on him, sensing that he was holding back during their close encounter. It seemed he was suppressing something, unwilling to unleash the full force of his power.
In that brief moment of contact, Chen Chuan felt his spirit was in an unstable state, but as Chen Bitong retracted his power, it stabilized once more.
Was there a cost to using this power frequently, or was there another reason? Chen Chuan asked, "Chen Teacher, our lesson isn't over yet. Let's continue."
Chen Bitong looked at him, considering whether he still had the confidence to fight after witnessing such a display of power.
Chen Chuan took a deep breath, his scorching body evaporating the raindrops that landed on him. White smoke rose from his body, mixing with the steam.
The power was indeed formidable, and he couldn't counter it directly. However, Chen Bitong's physical condition hadn't improved, so he only needed to avoid being hit by that power.
As the second self merged, Chen Chuan realized that most of what he had seen was just the tip of the iceberg. Aside from power, Chen Bitong also possessed... speed!
At that moment, Chen Chuan's spirit was intensely focused. He took a step forward, and time seemed to slow down. The thinning rain hung in the air, and the wind-driven sand and scattered leaves appeared to freeze, becoming solid objects.
Amidst the telepathic connection, the snipers on the rooftops, with their intense expressions as they aimed downwards, and the anxious looks on Yu Lie and Fang Zhixin were all vividly perceived within his senses.
Unconcerned, he stepped onto the cracking ground, shattering countless raindrops hanging in the air, until he reached close to Chen Bitong. Then, he raised his fist.
Chen Bitong seemed to sense something, and he slowly lifted his arm, which now glowed faintly. He blocked the incoming attack, but before he could position his arm accurately, Chen Chuan's punch had already slammed into his face. A deafening blast echoed through the area, and Chen Bitong was sent flying backwards.
His body bounced a few times on the ground, creating several craters, and he slid to a halt several dozen meters away. After a while, he slowly stood up, his back still facing Chen Chuan. Then, he turned around, and within his damaged cheek, a faint glow flickered as the wound gradually healed and merged.
His expression turned solemn, for at this moment, he judged that if he didn't draw upon sufficient power, he might not be able to win.
But if he summoned too much power, there would be severe aftereffects, and by then, he might not be able to control himself anymore.
There was only one solution.
He tilted his head upwards, and his body emitted a cracking sound from his joints. His stature unexpectedly stretched taller, reaching almost 1.8 meters from his original height of just over 1.7 meters. His limbs also elongated, and his clothes tightened, revealing his muscular physique.
The wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and his silver-mixed hair turned jet-black. His eyes gleamed with a brilliant light.
He seemed to have suddenly become twenty years younger, returning to his youthful appearance, and a faint light bluish-green aura emanated from his body.
The String Void Force had both an outer and an inner aspect. The outer was for attacking enemies, while the inner could gather and store power, allowing his body to maintain a low-consumption state. But this time, he fully unleashed its potential.
Chen Chuan's gaze intensified as he sensed Chen Bitong's unrestrained and unconcealed aura and mental presence. He realized that his opponent's strength had surpassed his previous level.
With this realization...
Chen Chuan took a deep breath, activating the full effect of the medicine he had ingested earlier, which had been accumulating within his body. White smoke billowed from his body, forming a thick, spiraling column that rose into the sky without dispersing.
After a brief moment of staring at each other, their figures vanished from the scene. Then, a deafening impact reverberated, and this time, Yu Lie and Fang Zhixin could barely distinguish the two figures amid the continuous explosions and vibrations, like rolling thunder in the sky.
They could feel the ground shaking beneath them, and the airflow gushing from the rift swirled back, tugging at their clothes.
Suddenly, a loud crash sounded, and a large hole appeared in the wall of a nearby building. Chen Chuan maintained a forward-punching stance, and in the next instant, he vanished from his original spot, leaving behind a continuous series of explosive vibrations.
The commotion reverberated from the bottom of the building, piercing through to the other side, and entered an empty building across the plaza. Then, a massive hole exploded in that building, and two dark shadows could be vaguely seen breaking through the wall. After a brief pause, they burst into the closest building to the plaza.
Those observing from a distance with telescopes couldn't comprehend the intensity of the battle. He had to leave his vehicle and run to a nearby high-rise to get a better view, reporting the situation to the combat command center.
However, the command center was preoccupied with the imminent arrival of the sixth wave of splits, and even if they dispatched someone, their strength might not be sufficient to intervene in the battle Chen Chuan described. They could only wait for the outcome of the fight.
Inside the building, Chen Chuan and Chen Bitong clashed with all their might. Amidst the overflowing force and rapid movements, they smashed and shattered load-bearing columns, causing broken floorboards to collapse from above. Dodging and leaping upwards, they reached the rooftop.
At the rooftop, Chen Bitong leaped upwards, ascending even higher, intending to use the Flying Dragon Fist Technique again. But Chen Chuan anticipated his move, grabbing a handful of debris from the wall and flinging it towards Chen Bitong.
Chen Bitong's figure vanished from that spot, and in the next instant, he appeared at Chen Chuan's side, his hand glowing faintly as he struck out with a palm strike.
Chen Chuan immediately spun around, moving to his other side, and pressed down with a palm. Chen Bitong blocked with his other hand, but the powerful explosive force pushed him sideways, and he flew off the rooftop, falling downwards.
Chen Chuan landed on his feet, and both of them adjusted their balance mid-air before leaping down. A loud rumble shook the area, and the building collapsed, sending up clouds of smoke, dust, and debris that rolled outwards.
Just then, the rift nearby flickered and expanded, enveloping both figures within the cloud of smoke and debris.
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(End of Chapter)
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