Chapter 635: Exhaustion
Chapter 635: Exhaustion
Chen Chuan seemed to have anticipated this outcome, so after pointing it out, he no longer paid attention to the man but turned to look at Ya Jianhong.
If the previous breakthrough was in hard force, then the current technique utilized was soft force, a type of power derived from the String Void Power taught by Chen Bitong.
In his thoughts, this power was used in conjunction with capture and open-hand combat, making it more covert than hard force. He had already employed it once on Utko.
Once the force struck an opponent, it would accumulate and hide within their body. If the opponent then activated their Altered Tissue, the force would burst out instantly, causing severe injury or even death.
Ya Jianhong stared at him, and the red mist around his body had become incredibly dense. In just a short while, it had spread throughout the entire space, enveloping everyone within. The closer one was to his body, the more intense the mist became, as if a sun was shining within.
Shi Yuanba's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins as he suppressed the power within his body. He knew that going forward would be suicidal and wouldn't change the outcome of their fight.
He believed Ya Jianhong understood this too, but why...
He struggled to lift his head and looked at Ya Jianhong. When he met the latter's gaze, his body trembled involuntarily, for it was filled with hatred and madness.
He suddenly understood. As the senior brother who bore the teacher's spirit, he had no autonomy, and now he was being used as a tool. Therefore, he wanted to make his fellow disciples, who usually had autonomy, suffer the same torture, using it as revenge against the teacher.
This might be the deepest thought of the senior brother, usually suppressed and unable to be released. But now, under the spiritual stimulation, it was revealed without restraint.
Although he guessed the reason, he couldn't change anything. In fact, after the fellow disciple fell in one or two breaths, he and another disciple stood up from their original positions and drew their swords, rushing towards Chen Chuan.
The last thing he saw was the finger pointing at his own forehead.
Two loud bangs sounded, and Shi Yuanba and another disciple fell to the ground. Their attacks had no effect, only delaying things for a moment.
Chen Chuan looked at Ya Jianhong, feeling that the latter had summoned these people for more than just this purpose.
At this moment, as the blood of the fallen disciples spread on the ground, the sounds coming from Ya Jianhong's mouth grew louder. The entire space trembled slightly.
Chen Chuan sensed something and looked to the side. Near the top of the space, a phantom appeared—the same one he had seen before. As soon as it appeared, it began to evolve various movements, and the part representing the Altered Tissue within it flashed incessantly.
Ya Jianhong's eyes shone with delight.
This was it!
The Anyao Pavilion's combat techniques were incomplete, but this incompleteness wasn't in cultivation; it was in cognition. Everyone seemed to feel a certain dissatisfaction.
Like a solar or lunar eclipse, although inherently complete, a part was obscured. All along, what they sought was to make up for the other half, and that part was the secret of the Single Stream Pavilion.
What appeared now was exactly what he needed.
He didn't need to cultivate earnestly; sometimes, knowing a certain trick or understanding something could complete what he lacked.
This required a certain sacrifice. Initially, he planned to use the people of the Single Stream Pavilion, but after seeing Chen Chuan there, he intended to use him. However, it was clear that Chen Chuan was a tough nut to crack, so he had no choice but to use his own people.
In reality, Ya Jianhong did have the idea of sacrificing his fellow disciples, but it was also the will of the attached spirit.
Chen Chuan understood his purpose but didn't stop him. Instead, he loosened his collar, removed the damaged jacket, and threw it aside, stretching his body.
Techniques could be improved, and the power of the force could be enhanced, but ultimately, it all depended on the body. Without fundamental changes, the strength that could be exerted was still limited.
Moreover, he was eager to learn more profound combat techniques.
Ya Jianhong looked for a while, seemingly understanding something. The Altered Tissue within his body changed, and a slight increase occurred, just a minor adjustment, but it became more reasonable and harmonious.
After a short while, he exhaled a long breath, threw the short blade in his hand to the ground, and looked at Chen Chuan again.
As his gaze locked onto Chen Chuan, his figure flickered, leaving behind a remnant shadow in its original position. He transformed into a phantom, appearing in front of Chen Chuan, and reached out to press down on his skull.
Chen Chuan realized that this time, the person's attack speed far surpassed his previous attempts, Chen Chuan raised his hand to block accurately, feeling a powerful penetrating force rushing towards him. Following this force, another powerful thrusting force surged, pushing him back over ten meters, plowing a long trail into the resilient ground.
"The Single Stream Pavilion's Second Stage Power..." Chen Chuan thought to himself. But he quickly realized that within this force was also the Anyao Pavilion's Penetration Power, and the two forces seemed to have merged into one.
Ya Jianhong maintained his palm-pushing stance, grinning as he surged forward once more.
Chen Chuan wasn't overly concerned about Ya Jianhong's changing force; instead, he focused on the latter's physical qualities, which had improved again and surpassed his current state.
This was likely due to the continuous support of the psychic energy behind him.
However, Chen Chuan was well aware that the stronger the body, the more powerful the released psychic energy, but conversely, potent psychic energy required an even stronger physique to withstand it. If an imbalance occurred, and the psychic energy overwhelmed the body's endurance, it could lead to an unbearable situation.
With this thought, he shifted his focus, instantly releasing the suppression on his altered tissue and facing his opponent's charging figure. With a tap of his toes, he surged towards Chen Chuan.
As their fists swung towards each other, Ya Jianhong sensed something amiss and changed his move, blocking Chen Chuan's arm with one hand and forcefully pressing down with the other to block the punch aimed at his abdomen.
Even with the protection of his heart power, the contacted area seemed unable to withstand the impact force from Chen Chuan, and his flesh exploded, revealing twisted fingers.
Ya Jianhong's eyes narrowed, knowing he couldn't allow that force to invade his body. With his altered tissue writhing, he unleashed a burst of power, pushing Chen Chuan away, while he himself slid to the side. As his heart pumped essence blood, his twisted fingers rapidly restored amidst the sound of grinding bones.
But after only a moment's pause, he kicked off the ground and charged at Chen Chuan again, like a cannonball.
Chen Chuan noticed that his speed was even faster than before, as expected, his continuous stimulation had led to another enhancement through psychic energy.
However, it was evident that the blood beneath his skin had become scorching, likely due to the rapid mobilization of altered tissue, indicating that he had reached the limit of his endurance.
Chen Chuan's gaze fixed on Ya Jianhong, and this time, instead of using brute force to attack, he once again employed a grappling technique to block and counter. After a while, Ya Jianhong sensed something amiss and began to actively disengage, but this time, he didn't give Chen Chuan a chance to catch his breath, immediately pressing forward to engage in close combat.
This situation forced Ya Jianhong to match Chen Chuan's intensity and rhythm; if he wanted to break free, he had to increase his strength and speed further.
But after half a minute, blood seeped from Ya Jianhong's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and the mist around him became tinged with a bloody aura.
At this point, Chen Chuan further accelerated the pace, completely ignoring the attacks directed at him and actively seeking to trade blows with Ya Jianhong.
Protected by his horizontal training heart power, even when struck, it only served to temper his own force. In contrast, if Chen Chuan landed a hit on any part of Ya Jianhong's body, it would inevitably inflict severe damage to that area.
Under this relentless pressure, Ya Jianhong began to breathe heavily. His muscles would twitch inexplicably, and certain parts of his body slowly showed signs of cracking, with blood seeping out.
Ya Jianhong's cheeks and exposed upper body were covered in fine cracks, with blood oozing out.
Ya Jianhong noticed this situation, but he couldn't stop Chen Chuan's offensive. To break free from Chen Chuan, he would need even greater strength and speed, but doing so would only accelerate his body's collapse.
After several more minutes of fighting, there was a loud bang, and a blood hole exploded on Ya Jianhong's shoulder. After a few more breaths, his back also ruptured, and it seemed irreparable.
A strange expression appeared on Ya Jianhong's face, half of it filled with fear, while the other half looked abnormally calm.
A part of him seemed to resist, wanting to say something but unable to, while another part urged him to continue.
This caused the cracks on his body to expand further, and blood holes burst open one after another, but his psychic energy was exceptionally concentrated, as if brewing something. The fearful expression on his face gradually faded, replaced entirely by that deep calm.
Chen Chuan seemed unaware of these changes and maintained his previous offensive.
And at the moment when that force reached its peak, Ya Jianhong roared and suddenly punched towards Chen Chuan.
This punch seemed to evaporate and elevate everything within his body, infusing all his life force into it, and from this, an incredibly powerful force emerged, its speed was so fast that it was unavoidable.
In Chen Chuan's psychic perception, a gigantic fist appeared before him, seemingly engulfing his entire person, leaving almost no room to dodge.
However, there was no intention to dodge, and he punched forward as well!
The two fists collided in an instant.
With a boom, the entire space shook, and Ya Jianhong's body exploded in that moment, turning into a sky full of shredded flesh and blood, scattering onto the walls of the space.
Chen Chuan remained standing in his original spot, maintaining his punching stance, and on the surface of his fist, a faint light flickered.
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(End of Chapter)
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