Chapter 635: Exhaustion
Chapter 635: Exhaustion
Chen Chuan seemed to have anticipated this outcome, for after pointing a finger at the man, he paid him no further attention and instead turned his gaze towards Yajian Hong.
If the previous breakthrough was in Hard Force, then the force being used now was Soft Force, a type of force derived from the String Void Technique passed down by Chen Bitong.
In his thoughts, this force was used in conjunction with grappling and barehanded combat, making it more covert than Hard Force. He had already utilized it once on Utiko.
Once the force hits the opponent, it accumulates and hides within their body. If the opponent then mobilizes their transformed organism, the force will burst out in an instant, causing injury or even death.
Yajian Hong 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, and the closer one got to his body, the more intense the mist became, as if a radiant sun was at its center.
Shiyuan Ba's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins as he suppressed the power within his body. It was clear that charging in like this was a death sentence and wouldn't change the outcome of their battle.
He believed Yajian Hong understood this too, but why...
With great effort, he lifted his head to look at Yajian Hong. When he saw the other's gaze, his body trembled involuntarily, for it was filled with hatred and madness.
He suddenly understood. As the senior brother carrying the teacher's spirit, he had no autonomy, and now he was being used as a tool. So, he wanted to make his fellow sectarians, who usually had autonomy, suffer the same torture, and through this, take revenge on the teacher.
This was probably the deepest thought in this senior brother's mind. Usually suppressed, it couldn't be released, but now, under the spiritual stimulation, it had already been revealed without restraint.
Even though he had guessed the reason, he couldn't change anything. In fact, after the fellow sectarian fell, within a few breaths, he and another sectarian stood up and drew their swords, charging towards Chen Chuan.
The last thing he saw was Chen Chuan's finger pointing towards his own forehead.
Two loud bangs sounded, and Shiyuan Ba and another disciple fell to the ground. Their attack had no effect, only delaying things a little.
Chen Chuan looked at Yajian Hong, feeling that bringing these people here was not just for this purpose.
At this moment, as the blood of the fallen flowed on the ground, Yajian Hong's voice 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 transformed organism flashed continuously.
A look of ecstasy appeared in Yajian Hong's eyes.
This was it!
The Dawnlight Pavilion's combat techniques were indeed incomplete, but this incompleteness was not in cultivation, but in cognition. Everyone seemed to feel a sense of imperfection.
Like a solar or lunar eclipse, though complete in itself, a part was obscured. All along, what they had been pursuing was to make up for the other half, and that part was the secret transmission of the Solitary Stream Pavilion.
What appeared now was exactly what he needed.
He didn't need to cultivate earnestly. Sometimes, just knowing a certain trick or understanding could complete what was missing in himself.
And this required a certain sacrifice. Originally, he had planned to use the people from the Solitary Stream Pavilion, but after seeing Chen Chuan, he had intended to use him. However, it was clear that Chen Chuan was a tough nut to crack, so he could only use his own people.
In fact, Yajian Hong did have the idea of driving his fellow sectarians to their deaths, 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, took off his damaged jacket, and threw it aside, stretching his body.
Techniques could be improved, and the power of force could be enhanced, but ultimately, it all depended on the body. Without a fundamental change, the strength that could be exerted was still limited.
Moreover, he was eager to experience more profound martial arts techniques.
Yajian Hong looked for a while, seemingly understanding something. The transformed organism within his body changed, and a little regeneration occurred. This was just a minor adjustment, but it made his body more reasonable and coordinated.
Soon, he took a deep breath and threw the short blade in his hand to the ground, then looked at Chen Chuan again.
As their eyes met, his figure flickered, leaving only an afterimage in its place. He appeared in front of Chen Chuan as a phantom, reaching out towards his head.
Chen Chuan realized that this time, the speed of the attack far exceeded the previous one. He raised his hand to block, feeling a powerful penetrating force coming at him. Following this force, a strong pushing force surged, sending him flying back ten meters, leaving a long trail on the tough ground.
"The Solitary Stream Pavilion's Second Stage Power..." Chen Chuan thought, but quickly judged that there was also the Dawnlight Pavilion's Penetration Force within it. The two forces seemed to have merged into one.
Yajian Hong maintained his pushing palm stance, grinning as he lunged forward once more.
Chen Chuan wasn't overly concerned about the changes in Hong's force but was more focused on the latter's improved physical attributes, which now surpassed his own.
He knew that the stronger the body, the more powerful the spiritual energy it could generate, but conversely, a potent spirit required an even stronger physique to withstand it. If an imbalance occurred, where the spirit's power overwhelmed the body's capacity, it could lead to uncontrollable consequences.
Realizing this, Chen Chuan's mind shifted, and he instantly released the suppression on his transformed organism. Facing Hong's charging figure, he tapped his toes and lunged towards him.
As their fists swung towards each other, Hong seemed to sense something amiss. He quickly altered his move, blocking Chen Chuan's arm with one hand while forcefully pressing down with the other to block the punch aimed at his abdomen.
Even with the protection of his heart force, the areas of contact seemed unable to withstand the incoming impact. His skin burst, and his fingers showed signs of distortion.
Chen Chuan's eyes narrowed, knowing he couldn't let that force invade his body. His transformed organism wriggled, and a surge of power pushed Chen Chuan away, while he slid to the side. As his heart pumped essence blood, his distorted fingers rapidly restored amidst the sound of grinding bones.
After a brief pause, he pushed off the ground and charged at Chen Chuan again, like a cannonball.
Chen Chuan noticed that Hong's speed had increased significantly. As expected, under continuous stimulation, Hong had once more relied on his spirit for enhancement.
However, Chen Chuan observed that the blood beneath Hong's skin had become scorching, indicating the rapid utilization of his transformed organism. This situation suggested that Hong was nearing his endurance limit.
Chen Chuan's gaze remained fixed on Hong. This time, instead of using hard force to forcefully strike, he opted for grappling and throwing techniques to counter and retaliate. After a while, Hong felt something amiss and tried to break free, but Chen Chuan didn't give him a chance to adjust or catch his breath, immediately pressing forward to engage in close combat.
This forced Hong to match Chen Chuan's intensity and rhythm. If he wanted to escape, he had to enhance his strength and speed further.
Just over half a minute passed, and blood seeped from Hong's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. The mist around him became saturated with a bloody aura.
At this point, Chen Chuan further accelerated the pace, completely disregarding the attacks aimed at him and actively seeking to exchange injuries with Hong.
Protected by his steelheart essence force, any strikes he received only served to temper his own force. In contrast, if he landed a hit on Hong, it would invariably cause severe damage to the corresponding area.
Under this relentless pressure, Hong began to pant heavily. His muscles twitched unpredictably, and certain parts of his body gradually developed fine bloodlines, as if they were about to split open.
His cheeks, exposed upper body, and even his entire visible skin displayed these intricate cracks, with blood seeping out.
Hong also noticed this situation, but facing Chen Chuan's relentless assault, he couldn't stop. If he wanted 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 combat, a loud bang sounded, and a bloody hole exploded on Hong's shoulder. A few breaths later, his back also ruptured, seemingly beyond repair.
Hong's face now displayed a peculiar expression, half showing intense fear, while the other half appeared profoundly mysterious.
A part of his spirit seemed to resist, as if wanting to say something but unable to. Another part of him, however, drove him to continue.
This caused the cracks on his body to expand further, and more bloody holes burst open. Yet, his spirit was exceptionally concentrated, as if brewing something. The terrified expression on the other half of his face gradually faded, transforming entirely into that profound mystery.
Chen Chuan seemed oblivious to these changes, maintaining his previous offensive.
And then, as the force reached its peak, Hong roared and punched towards Chen Chuan.
This punch seemed to evaporate and elevate everything within his body, infusing all his life into it, and through this transformation, an ultimate power emerged. Its speed was so swift that it was impossible to evade.
In Chen Chuan's spiritual perception, a massive fist appeared before him, as if to envelop his entire being, leaving no room for escape.
However, without any intention to dodge, Chen Chuan punched forward!
The two fists collided in an instant.
A booming sound reverberated, and the entire space trembled. Hong's body exploded into countless fragments of flesh and blood, scattering and sticking to the walls of the space.
On Chen Chuan's side, he stood still, maintaining his punching stance, while a faint glow flickered on his fist.
(End of Chapter)
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