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Chapter 808: Source Severing Wave Sound
Chapter 808: Source Severing Wave Sound
Chen Chuan's gaze fixed on the figure that had just leaped from the platform, but instead of halting, he seized the momentum of his swinging punch and took two quick steps forward. With a swift leap, he soared into the air, and in an instant, he reached above Feng Heshou. Raising a single hand, he clenched his fist, and a dazzling light flashed across his knuckles. With a powerful punch, he smashed it downward!
Feng Heshou's figure plummeted like a falling star, crashing into the ground with a thunderous boom, creating a massive crater below. Countless dirt and shattered stones flew outward, and a cloud of dust rose into the air.
Chen Chuan descended from the sky, landing firmly on the ground with his feet firmly planted. The light emanating from his body dimmed slightly, and he walked towards the spot where he had fallen.
Just as he reached the front, he suddenly sensed something, and with a swift outward block, a giant shadow emerged from the cloud of dust, its two massive palms almost enveloping him. The palms swiftly converged towards the center, appearing to crush him into it.
Suddenly, a muffled thunderous sound reverberated through the air, and the two palms were blocked by his outstretched arms. As the spiritual fires on both sides merged and extinguished, the light on his palms faded, and with a mighty struggle, he broke free. A loud bang echoed as the two palms, alternating between solid and illusory, shattered into countless strands of mist, dissipating into the air.
However, at that very moment, the Thunder Hearing Blade, which had somehow slipped from his grasp, landed behind him. As it descended, a cloud of smoke seemed to gather in the air, and a shadow of Feng Heshou appeared there. Grasping the blade, his body spun, and with a swift motion, he slashed downward!
Second move, Decapitation Blade!
Chen Chuan's eyes remained calm and still, his body unmoving. He reached behind him with one hand, and with a flash of vital energy, he blocked the descending blade with a loud bang. Then, with a quick flick of his fingers, he grasped the blade firmly. Feng Heshou, the blade-wielder, stared at him for a moment, and as a surge of energy swept over, his body shattered like a bubble.
From within the cloud of dust, a voice spoke, "Mr. Chen, I concede defeat in this battle."
Chen Chuan, who had not turned back to look during the previous attack, now threw the Thunder Hearing Blade into the ground and strode forward. The energy currents flowed past him, causing his red scarf to flutter behind him.
As he reached the edge of the massive crater, he saw Feng Heshou lying on the ground, his body half-buried in the dirt. One twisted and deformed arm protruded from the soil, and half of his face was missing. Thick white smoke was billowing from the wound, and not just there; various parts of his body were emitting strands of white golden light.
The force of Chen Chuan's strike had penetrated Feng Heshou's body, and the spiritual fire within was relentlessly assaulting his altered flesh, preventing him from recovering in time.
Chen Chuan did not strike again. After a brief pause, the white golden light gradually dissipated, and from Feng Heshou's body came the sound of bones realigning. After a moment, he rose from the ground, dirt falling from his body.
It was evident that most of the Pavilion uniform he wore was damaged, with the most severe injury on his chest, where a large hole had been torn. It was now healing at an astonishing speed.
Chen Chuan's strike had caused extensive damage to Feng Heshou's internal altered flesh, affecting almost every part that his force had touched. It was only because Feng Heshou was a fighter that he possessed such formidable regenerative abilities; had he been an ordinary fighter, that single punch might have been fatal.
In reality, if this had been a friendly spar, Chen Chuan would not have aimed to take Feng Heshou's life. The other man had shown no signs of retaliation during that period.
Chen Chuan spoke, "Feng Heshou, in your final move, you did not exert your full strength." That last strike should have been controlled by mental power, a highly concealed and potent technique.
Feng Heshou shook his head. "But it's meaningless, Mr. Chen. That move should not have been difficult for you to counter." He looked at his body, where the white energy mist still lingered, and with a hint of helplessness, he said, "Even if I had struck you, Mr. Chen, it might not have injured you. After that, I would have been completely spent, unable even to speak. From the start of this battle, I never had a chance to win."
To attack an opponent's core, one must first break through the embrace of true force that envelops their body. Without dispelling this layer of power, any effective offensive would be nearly impossible. However, Chen Chuan's true force was too formidable; his physical body alone could withstand the slashes of a blade, and he seemed utterly unconcerned.
But this was just the beginning; having only these abilities was not enough to seize complete victory. However, Chen Chuan's combat logic was highly targeted, and he had restrained his opponent from start to finish. So, he asked again, "I'd like to inquire, Mr. Chen, from where did you learn the characteristics of my blade techniques?"
The essence of Feng Heshou's blade technique lay in its long-reaching power. Once unleashed, it surged like a wave, each strike more potent than the last. One could say it grew stronger with each blow. The only opening to exploit was at the very start, but even that was relative. In truth, it was not a significant weakness. As long as Chen Chuan could hold out for a moment, the subsequent blade techniques would unfold, and the power they unleashed was far beyond what had been displayed earlier.
However, Chen Chuan did not give him any opportunity to unleash his blade techniques, and this tactical approach was consistent throughout. One could say it was thwarted from the very source.
Chen Chuan explained, "I saw the characters 'Wave' on the large stone in front of your Pavilion. Although it seemed to have been there for centuries, I could still discern the overflowing spiritual energy and its continuous flow. So, I believe it's essential to prevent Feng Heshou from fully unleashing his potential."
"The words left by the Zen Blade Master...?"
Feng Heshou couldn't help but nod. The two characters on the plaque indeed showcased the essence of the Wave Pavilion's martial arts techniques. However, only those with a high enough spiritual level could discern this, and even then, understanding and putting it into practice were two different matters.
Among the fighters he had encountered, Chen Chuan's strength and speed could be considered top-tier. Additionally, his ability to seize opportunities in battle was unparalleled. With his exceptional decision-making skills and superhuman physical qualities, he was virtually unbeatable. It was no wonder that Chen Chuan had lost without any complaints.
Feng Heshou extended his hand, and as the bio field domain unfolded, the sand and stones around him began to levitate. A few meters away, the Thunder Hearing Blade trembled and then rose from the ground, returning to his hand.
He then sheathed the blade and bowed to Chen Chuan, saying solemnly, "This time, I invited Mr. Chen here for a friendly spar. I apologize for my boldness. As the host, it is my duty to make up for your loss in this battle, so as not to offend you. Please, Mr. Chen, do not decline."
Chen Chuan did not refuse. "In that case, I won't hold back."
Feng Heshou stood up straight. "Please."
Chen Chuan nodded and followed Feng Heshou back up. He glanced to the side, where a towering figure stood a few dozen meters away. It was likely a former pavilion master of the Wave Pavilion, measuring at least thirty meters tall.
The figure was actually seated on the ground, with a massive weapon embedded in his chest. His hands rested on the hilt, indicating a self-inflicted end.
The intense light shining on his back revealed only a silhouette, but as his head hung low, his face—twisted and contorted—was visible.
Feng Heshou retracted his gaze and, upon returning to the platform, retrieved the Snow Lady Sword from the ground. Sheathing it, he followed Feng Heshou back through the rift entrance. Feng Heshou pulled the chain again, and the two returned to the tower they had come from.
Once they were back, Feng Heshou placed the Thunder Hearing Blade on the sword rack. He then asked an attendant to bring Chen Chuan some clear water for washing up. After apologizing, Feng Heshou changed into a fresh set of clothes and, upon his return, clapped his hands.
After a while, the elderly man with the black robe and limp walked out, carrying plates of ingredients and placing them on the table.
Chen Chuan glanced at the food. It was a bowl of rice, each grain plump and round, served in a fine porcelain bowl. On either side were rectangular plates neatly stacked with thinly sliced, pale pink meat.
But what truly caught his eye was a large fish, sliced open from the back, standing upright. Its belly was filled with fragrant fruit granules, translucent corn, finely diced meat, chopped stems, and some scattered green plant leaves, all topped with a drizzle of aromatic broth.
After arranging the food, the elderly man bowed once more.
(Chapter End)
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