Chapter 634: The Sun
Chapter 634: The Sun
Ya Jianhong now held only a short blade in his hand, his gaze fixed on Chen Chuan, his chest rising and falling with a mix of astonishment and excitement, revealing a highly contradictory state of mind.
This was both a tension born of respect for his opponent's strength and an eager anticipation for such a challenge. He turned the blade in his hand, assuming a solemn stance.
Chen Chuan tore off his damaged sleeve and strode forward. With the Horizontal Training Heart Force in play, his entire body was nearly flawless, making his approach overwhelmingly oppressive.
Ya Jianhong's breath quickened as Chen Chuan approached, his blood rushing through his body, his nostrils flaring, and his pupils dilating.
After closing the distance, he suddenly stepped forward, and a sharp white mist appeared at the tip of his short blade, reaching Chen Chuan's face in an instant.
Chen Chuan tilted his head and simultaneously reached out to seize Ya Jianhong's wrist.
Ya Jianhong, having just suffered a loss in close-quarters combat, was now on high alert. He quickly retreated to the side, using his short blade to control the distance between them.
The previous exchange had greatly stimulated his mind, accelerating the fusion of the spiritual energy attached to his body with his own. As a result, his movements were noticeably faster than during their initial engagement.
However, he couldn't change the unfavorable situation before him, especially with Chen Chuan's relentless close-range attacks. All he could do was dodge and retreat, as Chen Chuan's Horizontal Training Heart Force, now flowing smoothly, made him nearly impervious to blade strikes and also equipped him with capturing techniques, preventing any effective counterattacks.
This realization made Ya Jianhong increasingly agitated, knowing that continuing this way would undoubtedly lead to defeat. He needed greater strength to overcome his opponent.
Under this determination, everything aligned with his immediate needs, disregarding physical injuries and the depletion of his life force.
As he let go of these concerns, a valve within his body seemed to open, releasing an innate resistance. Within a few breaths, his eyes turned crimson, and tiny pores appeared on his skin, emitting thin strands of red mist.
Almost simultaneously, his strength and speed surged, and his movements became fierce, showcasing various techniques.
Chen Chuan felt a stinging sensation on his skin whenever the red mist brushed against him during their exchanges.
On the other side, Shi Yuanba leaned on his knife, half-kneeling on the ground.
The dizziness in his head prevented him from standing, but it didn't hinder his observation of the fight.
He noticed that their exchanges were becoming faster, making it difficult to discern individual moves. However, he could see the red mist rising from Ya Jianhong's body, creating fleeting red ribbons in the air as he moved, which expanded outward.
"Is that... Moonlight Technique?" Shi Yuanba exclaimed in surprise.
The Moonlight Technique was a skill comparable to Heart Walk, where the user's altered tissue emitted a special substance during combat, constantly eroding the opponent's spirit within its range.
This forced opponents to be on high alert, but the substance was pervasive, infiltrating with the slightest lapse in concentration. Once invaded, a portion of the altered tissue would be affected, leading to lethargy. If not addressed promptly, the situation would become increasingly difficult to resolve.
However, this technique required a certain level of bodily cultivation, and as far as Shi Yuanba knew, none of the Anyao Pavilion disciples currently possessed it. But sensing the teacher's similar aura, he could guess the reason—the attached spiritual energy was at play.
As Chen Chuan resisted the constant spiritual invasion, he also felt his opponent's speed increasing, along with the growing power in his punches and kicks, with no signs of stopping. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before Chen Chuan overwhelmed him.
Aware of this, Chen Chuan didn't hold back. He took a deep breath, and his breath became scorching, with wisps of white mist rising from his body.
In that moment, he unleashed a fierce assault, abandoning capture techniques for lightning-fast open-hand strikes. His powerful punches and kicks rained down like a tempest, battering his opponent.
The red mist on Ya Jianhong's body thickened as he continuously blocked and deflected Chen Chuan's attacks. The spiritual energy supporting him from behind continued to bolster his strength, speed, and technique, and his initially awkward Heart Force began to flow smoothly.
Chen Chuan, instead of being intimidated, felt invigorated. He met each incoming force head-on, using these encounters to adjust and refine his own Heart Force.
Their clashes shook the space around them with continuous explosions, reverberating through the entire biological environment.
Shi Yuanba, fearing being caught in their crossfire, struggled to retreat to the rear. As for the others on the ground, he couldn't spare the energy to worry about them, fortunately, they were all lying at the entrance, outside the main area of the fight.
In the arena, Chen Chuan and Ya Jianhong engaged in a fierce exchange for three to four minutes. Typically, a fighter's bout would end within minutes, let alone one of such high intensity. This battle was extremely taxing on their physical and mental endurance.
Chen Chuan felt an exhilarating surge as he clashed with his opponent, their white and red mists intertwining and swirling in the air. He rarely encountered such a formidable foe who could match him head-on without yielding, and with each exchange, he felt his heart power being tempered and his spirit becoming increasingly lucid.
After several more minutes, Chen Chuan sensed something, and a gleam flashed in his eyes as he unleashed a powerful punch. As he struck, his entire arm was enveloped in a burst of white mist.
Ya Jianhong, sensing the impending strike, narrowed his eyes and sidestepped instead of blocking directly. The punch grazed his body, causing a burst of blood mist to erupt from his skin, while a white mist shot out from the point of impact, accompanied by a series of rolling thunderous sounds.
Ya Jianhong's body hair stood on end under the extreme stimulation, and his spirit within underwent another transformation, revealing a faint glow in his eyes. The red mist surrounding his body intensified.
At that moment, one of the Third Limit Anyao Pavilion disciples, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly sprang up and lunged forward, drawing his sword and slashing at Chen Chuan's side. Despite the attacker's skill, the angle of the strike was perfectly aimed.
Chen Chuan, noticing the incoming attack, countered with a punch, hitting the blade directly. Instantly, a white mist enveloped the sword, causing it to shatter segment by segment, followed by the explosion of the attacker's arms and the simultaneous rupture of his altered tissues and muscles.
The attacker's body, now a bloody mess, flew backward, landing in an unrecognizable state.
Chen Chuan clenched his fist, and strands of white mist escaped from the gaps between his fingers. This was the heart power he had just comprehended, incorporating the explosive force taught by Chen Bitong and some techniques from the Cloud-Battering Fist Force.
Most importantly, he had seamlessly integrated his spirit into the force's operation, enabling him to unleash an immensely pure and powerful impact in an instant.
Had Ya Jianhong chosen to withstand the punch instead of dodging, his point of contact would have been shattered, and without dissipating the subsequent force, he would have suffered the same fate as the previous opponent, with his body torn apart by the sheer power.
Taking advantage of Chen Chuan's focus on his fallen comrade, Ya Jianhong retreated, seemingly wary of the displayed force. He crossed his arms and emitted an odd sound from his mouth.
Simultaneously, Shi Yuanba and the other two Third Limit Combatants from Anyao Pavilion experienced a sudden loss of control over their bodies.
One of the disciples immediately leaped forward towards Chen Chuan, his skin oozing blood, indicating his desperate attempt to tap into his body's potential and vitality.
Shi Yuanba, despite taking a step forward, managed to restrain himself due to his deeper cultivation. His face flushed, and he struggled to resist the force within, while the other comrade seemed to sense the danger but was unlikely to hold out for long.
Observing the disciple's condition, similar to the previous victim, Chen Chuan glanced at Ya Jianhong and recalled Tower Lu's words, thinking, "The 'Great Sunlight'..."
Anyao Pavilion heavily emphasized the utilization of field spirit, and once a combatant reached a certain level, they could master a secret technique known as the "Great Sunlight."
Upon activation, an invisible field would emanate from the user, influencing the altered tissues of their opponent. This had some similarities to the Second Level Force of the Single Stream Pavilion, but without the need for physical contact.
Within this field and under the influence of spiritual energy, the altered tissues of the opponent would be pressured and strained, leading to rapid deterioration within a short time. Although the combatant could quickly regenerate by tapping into their potential, it still left them in a vulnerable position.
Another effect of this secret technique was its influence on fellow combatants from the same sect. Once triggered, even if the individuals lost consciousness, their altered tissues would still be compelled, turning them into puppets of the initiator.
Chen Chuan, noticing the charging disciple, swiftly pointed at the opponent's forehead, causing them to tremble and retreat several steps.
However, Chen Chuan seemed to have refrained from using the previous force, and his action appeared casual.
The Anyao Pavilion disciple didn't seem to suffer significant harm, and after retreating a few steps, he attempted to charge forward again. But as he took two steps, his body emitted a series of explosions, and he collapsed, convulsing on the ground.
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(End of Chapter)
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