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Chapter 808: Fragmented Wave Roar
Chapter 808: Fragmented Wave Roar
Chen Chuan gazed at the figure that had leaped off the platform but did not stop. Instead, he used the momentum from his punch to take two quick steps, leaping into the air, and in an instant, he was above Feng He Shou. He raised his fist, and a dazzling light shone from his knuckles as he delivered a powerful punch!
Feng he shou's figure descended like a meteor, striking the ground with a thunderous boom. A massive crater formed below, sending soil and debris flying outward, and a cloud of dust rose up.
Chenchuan landed on the ground, his feet firmly planted. The light around him dimmed slightly as he walked toward the impact site.
Just as he approached, he sensed something and raised his hands to block. From within the dust cloud, a giant ethereal outline appeared, and two massive hands swiftly closed in, as if trying to crush him.
A thunderous boom echoed through the air, and the two hands were held back by his extended arms. As the spiritual flames on his arms gradually diminished, he pushed outward with a loud bang, shattering the ethereal hands into wisps of aura smoke that dissipated in the air.
However, at that moment, the Thunder Hearing Blade, which had somehow slipped from his grasp, descended from behind him. As it fell, a mass of smoke in the air coalesced, forming the ethereal outline of Feng he shou, who grabbed the blade and, with a spin, brought it down in a slashing motion!
Double Vision Slash, Decapitating Blade!
Chen chuan's eyes remained calm, and he stood still. He reached back with one hand, and the blade was blocked by his palm, which was glowing with life fire. With a firm grip, he caught the blade, and the Feng he shou holding the blade stared at him for a moment. As a gust of aura blew past, the ethereal figure shattered like a bubble.
A voice came from the dust cloud, "Mr. Chen, this battle is my loss."
Chen chuan had not turned to look at the blow. He now threw the Thunder Hearing Blade into the ground and strode forward, the aura flowing past him, causing his red scarf to flutter behind.
When he reached the edge of the crater, he saw Feng he shou lying on the ground, his body half-buried in the soil, one arm twisted and deformed, and half his face missing. A thick white aura smoke was rising from the injuries, and not just from there, but from several other parts of his body, white-golden light was emanating out.
This was the spiritual flame that Chen chuan's force had driven into his body, now continuously attacking the anomalous tissues inside, preventing timely recovery.
Chen chuan did not attack again. He waited a moment, and the white-golden light gradually faded. From Feng he shou's body came sounds of bones realigning. After a short while, he rose from the ground, dirt falling from his body.
It was visible that the pavilion robe he wore was mostly damaged, with the worst injury being a large hole in his chest, which was now rapidly closing and healing.
Chen chuan's force had caused severe internal damage, almost all the anomalous tissues affected. Only as a Fighter did he have such a powerful recovery ability; an ordinary Fighter would likely have died from such a blow.
In fact, if this had not been a sparring match and he had come to take his life, Feng he shou would have had no chance to counterattack.
He said, "Pavilion Master Feng he, your final blade was not at full strength." That blade should have been driven by mental force, very well-hidden and powerful.
Feng he shou shook his head, "But it doesn't matter, Mr. Chen. That blade should not have been difficult for you to counter." He looked at the strong white aura, which had dimmed but still looked powerful, and said with a touch of resignation, "Even if it had hit you, it might not have injured you. After that, I would have been completely spent, without even the strength to speak. From the start of this battle, I had no chance of winning."
To attack the opponent's core, one must first break through the protective true force surrounding them. Without removing this layer, no effective damage could be done. But Chen chuan's true force was too strong, able to withstand blade strikes with his physical body, and he seemed to care little about the cost.
But that was not the only issue. Even with that, it was not enough to secure victory. Chen chuan's combat logic was highly targeted, effectively countering him from start to finish. So he asked, "May I ask, Mr. Chen, where did you learn the characteristics of my blade techniques?"
His blade style was about sustained force, once unleashed, it surged like waves, each strike stronger than the last. The only potential weak point was at the beginning, but even that was relative. If he could suppress Chen chuan for a moment, the subsequent blade momentum would be unleashed, displaying a combat power far beyond what was seen just now.
However, Chen chuan did not give him any chance to build momentum, and this strategy was consistent throughout, cutting off the root of his attacks.
C
"The words left by Zen Saber Master..."
Feng He Shou couldn't help but nod. The two characters indeed displayed the essence of Wave Surge Pavilion's martial techniques, but only those with a high enough spiritual level could see it. Seeing it was one thing, but being able to achieve it was another.
Among the fighters he had encountered, Chen Chuan's strength and speed could be said to be among the strongest. At the same time, his ability to seize opportunities in battle was incredibly precise. This superb battle decision-making ability, coupled with his extraordinary physical qualities, made him almost invincible. Chen Chuan's defeat was well-deserved.
He reached out, and as the biodynamic field unfolded, the stones and sand around him floated up. The Thunder Hearing Blade not far away shook a few times and then jumped out of the ground, returning to his hand.
He then sheathed the blade and bowed to Chen Chuan, saying solemnly, "It was I who invited Mr. Chen here, and this was rather presumptuous of me. As the Pavilion Lord, it is my duty to compensate Mr. Chen for this loss, so as not to be impolite. Please don't refuse, Mr. Chen."
Chen Chuan did not refuse, saying, "In that case, I won't stand on ceremony."
Feng He Shou stood up and said, "Please."
Chen Chuan nodded and followed Feng He Shou back up. At this moment, he glanced to the side, and a few dozen meters away, there was a huge figure. Judging by its size, it was at least thirty meters tall and should be a previous generation Pavilion Lord of Wave Surge Pavilion.
The person was actually sitting on the ground, with a huge weapon stabbed into his chest. His hands were resting on the hilt of the blade, indicating that he had taken his own life.
Due to the intense light shining on his back, most of his body could only be seen as a silhouette. But because his head was hanging down, one could see the half of his face that had become hideously twisted.
He retracted his gaze and returned to the platform. He pulled the Snow Queen Saber out of the ground, sheathed it, and followed Feng He Shou back through the rift entrance. Feng He Shou then pulled the chain again, and the pavilion they were in rose back up.
Once they returned to the upper level, Feng He Shou placed the Thunder Hearing Blade on the blade rack. He first had the attendant bring Chen Chuan some toiletries for washing up. Then, he apologized and went to change into a new set of clothes. When he returned, he clapped his hands.
After a while, the black-clad, crippled old man they had met before came out and brought over a tray of ingredients.
Chen Chuan took a look. It was a bowl of rice with full, round, and plump grains, served in a fine porcelain bowl. On both sides were rectangular plates neatly stacked with thin, light-colored meat slices.
However, the most eye-catching item was a large fish that had been sliced open from the back. It was standing upright, its belly filled with fragrant fruit, glossy corn, tender meat cubes, chopped stems, and some crushed leaves of green plants. A fragrant broth was poured over the top.
After arranging the food, the crippled old man bowed once more.
"This is a meal prepared by this old man. Please, guest, have a taste."
Feng He Shou said, pointing to the fish, "This is the 'Imperial Fish.' In the old days, the royal family used it to treat distinguished guests from afar. When Zen Saber Master established Wave Surge Pavilion, the royal family invited him to a banquet. There were two Swordmasters and two Martial Generals present, and they used this Imperial Fish to treat and entertain the guests."
"However, that Imperial Fish was a fish king, at least three zhang long. It was filled with ingredients from Converged Land, totaling twenty-eight different kinds. It was made with the efforts of the entire nation. Wave Surge Pavilion couldn't afford such a grand feast, but now we can barely restore the original appearance of this ingredient, including the Imperial Fish. We have managed to gather six types of ingredients."
Chen Chuan nodded. It was already impressive that they could restore this feast. At this moment, as the fragrant aroma wafted out, he could feel the anomaly organization within his body stirring, indicating that the nutrition contained here was abundant.
Feng He Shou said, "After the banquet, Zen Saber Master asked the royal family for the chef who prepared this meal. The royal family, in exchange for Zen Saber Master killing a fallen demon ghost, granted the chef to him." He looked at the crippled old man, "And this servant of mine is the descendant of that grand chef. Generations of them have served Wave Surge Pavilion as chefs."
The crippled old man knelt to one side and bowed again.
Chen Chuan nodded. Almost all the ingredients brought from Converged Land were eaten raw to maintain their complete nutritional value. Therefore, they would undergo special processing beforehand to remove excess and inedible parts, concentrating the nutrition and making it unsuitable for non-professionals.
Feng He Shou said, "Mr. Chen, please." He then picked up the bowl of rice and used his chopsticks to pick up a slice of meat, placing it in the bowl.
Chen Chuan waited for his host to take the first bite. Then, he picked up the porcelain spoon and scooped up a spoonful of the Imperial Fish, rich with thick broth, and placed it in his bowl. He then savored it slowly.
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(End of Chapter)
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