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Chapter 832: The Intrusion's Hidden Reason
Chapter 832: The Intrusion's Hidden Reason
Tamur's height reached over four meters, not much taller than Feng He Shou, but his body was much more robust and muscular. His broad frame was covered in solid rock-like muscles, and as he stood there, the shadows from the oblique light above almost reached Chen Chuan's feet.
Listening to his fluent Daxun language, Chen Chuan hummed and asked, "So, what does Your Excellency want?"
"What? Are you here to negotiate with me? Pfft!" Tamur spat on the ground, and with a crackling sound, the stones scattered, creating a shallow pit.
"Don't talk nonsense. You don't even have the intention to negotiate. I've already told you my conditions, and now you're asking me? In this matter, you either agree or refuse; there's no room for discussion!"
Chen Chuan glanced at him; this person's tone was resolute. To become a fighter, one should not be a fool. He should know what kind of power a strong country like Daxun could bring.
But now, with this attitude, either this person's temperament was naturally stubborn, knowing full well that he was powerful but refusing to compromise, or he had something to rely on and wasn't afraid to offend the Daxun government.
Regardless, he had no intention of discussing right and wrong with the other party. The game between nations had never been about such things; its complexity was far beyond a simple sentence or two. Conflict and cooperation were intertwined, and using a moral judgment wouldn't touch the root of the matter.
Fortunately, he didn't need to consider these things at the moment.
He glanced at the broken jade embedded in the armrest. Since he had already seen the item, and the other party wasn't willing to talk things over, he might as well solve this matter in the most direct way.
It seemed that at this moment, Tamur sensed his thoughts. His spirit tensed up, and his body suddenly stretched taller. The massive shadow beneath him rapidly spread outward, reaching Chen Chuan's body and continuing to rise, soon passing over his head.
Chen Chuan looked up; Tamur's outer clothing expanded, revealing his upper body, which had turned deep green. His hair became crimson, dancing like flames. Two arms grew from each side of his back, and his body radiated a fierce crimson light.
His face revealed fangs, and his bulging eyes, illuminated by the hall's lights, looked like a ferocious evil god.
The Great Mara King Aspect.
The Great Mara King was the legendary guardian and war god of the Besa Khanate. Tamur used this alternate form as his visualization. In history, it was this god who fought against foreign evil gods, ensuring the existence of the Besa people.
He deeply resonated with this external form. He couldn't accept any oppression or humiliation from the outside world, even if only temporary. Instead, he would ignite an endless flame of anger in his heart and try to burn away all invading enemies!
At this moment, he leaned forward slightly. His bio-field compressed, emitting a dense flash like lightning. After a while, he suddenly pressed down, and both bio-fields in the hall shattered. Then, his massive body seemed to cover Chen Chuan's figure in front of him.
White flame-like light rose from Chen Chuan's body. As he watched the six arms falling towards him, he didn't dodge or retreat. Instead, he placed one hand at his side, and a highly concentrated spiritual flame appeared in his palm, flickering with light, making his entire body glow white. The hall became intensely bright.
Tamur's face, which had been filled with a sinister smile, changed abruptly when he saw the glowing orb and felt the power within it. He immediately abandoned his offensive plan, quickly retracting his six arms to protect his body. The crimson flames on his body rushed forward, converging.
At that moment, Chen Chuan took a step forward. As he shifted his weight, the hand holding the spiritual flame naturally moved with him. Then, with a stomp, he swung his hand forward with force!
The highly concentrated energy ball instantly crossed the short distance and slammed into Tamur's body. In that instant, the collision of their spiritual flames made the sand cliffs tremble as if an earthquake had struck.
After mastering one of the Great Bright Light styles, Chen Chuan's spiritual power grew, and the strength of his spiritual flame increased as well.
In this relatively confined environment for a fighter, he didn't hesitate to use the most destructive attack from the start.
Fighters valued every ounce of their strength. They preferred to cautiously spar with their enemies, then deliver a fatal blow. Unless there was a clear tactical purpose, such as blocking or testing, they rarely used such energy-consuming attacks.
But Chen Chuan didn't have to worry about replenishing his energy, and this mission had the backing of his country, providing support for the energy expenditure. So, as soon as he found the main target, he could fight without holding back.
On Tamur's side, his six arms tightly held the incoming spiritual light orb. Every muscle in his body tensed, and the leaping crimson flames continuously converged, trying to suppress it.
However, his entire body uncontrollably recoiled at an astonishing speed, feeling his center of gravity slipping away, and experiencing a sense of weightlessness. He realized he couldn't continue like this.
Amid the violent tremors of his body, he reluctantly pushed with force, but this sudden exertion disrupted the balance he had struggled to maintain. A thunderous boom echoed through the dusty night sky, and a massive burst of light erupted from the entire sky above Shahran.
The spot where Chen Chuan stood was now mostly devoid of the original hall. Ahead was a vast expanse of land created by the explosion, and the previously existing buildings had completely vanished. Beyond the gaping opening, the murky night sky was visible, and after a brief moment, amidst the howling wind, the displaced air rushed back with urgency.
He gazed at the figure struggling to remain standing in front of him. Tamur's spiritual radiance had nearly vanished, leaving only a few strands fluttering around his shoulders. The lower half of his clothing was already tattered, and the extended arms had three broken limbs. His body was riddled with pits and bumps, and everywhere, the skin was curled and torn. Visible wounds were partially covered by a large portion of white-gold spiritual radiance, which seemed to be adhering to and corroding them.
He panted heavily, surprised by the sheer power of the spiritual flame he had just unleashed. Even with his utmost effort, he couldn't withstand it.
It seemed that Daxun was serious this time, which explained the exceptional strength of the fighter they had sent.
But what did that matter?
He stood up again. The stump of his severed arm twitched with writhing flesh and blood, but the spiritual flame's corrosion hindered the growth of the divergent organization, preventing the broken and damaged parts from regenerating.
Yet, he remained standing, his eyes fixed on Chen Chuan, as his essence blood uncontrollably gushed out, and his body began to swell again. This was an unmastered transformation of his alternate form, which might lead to his death or loss of control, but he seemed to care not a bit.
Chen Chuan took a step forward and, with a kick behind him, forcefully pushed the air that had just returned to its place. He lunged forward at an incredible speed, reaching Tamur's front and kicking him.
Despite Tamur's severe injuries, his reflexes were not slow. His body reacted first, but the spiritual flame that covered him had been mostly consumed in the previous impact, offering little resistance to the light and power carried by that kick.
With a bang, the kick landed squarely on his forehead, sending a surge of force into his skull. Instantly, he lost consciousness, and his massive body flew backward, slowly shrinking back to its previous size and shape before crashing to the ground dozens of meters away.
Chen Chuan didn't approach to finish him off. Before leaving, he had been instructed to avoid killing the opponent's fighter if possible, as it could easily trigger international disputes and put the Daxun government in a passive position.
There is no mistake in the 1619 book version!
Moreover, personally speaking, if he killed this person, his future overseas application approval would become extremely difficult, and other countries might directly reject his entry requests based on this incident.
He turned around and walked to the side, gazing at a particular spot. The crushed gravel there parted, and a jade fragment floated out, slowly approaching him.
It was a visibly cracked jade fragment, appearing ordinary from the surface. However, he could sense the extraordinary hardness and weight of the object. Yet, when it entered his bio-field, it became incredibly light, as if weightless.
On the smooth, damaged surface, there were still some tiny runes visible, likely part of the ancient prayer script. He placed the jade fragment into a prepared envelope and pocketed it. Then, he took a step forward and left. After a while, a thunderous boom echoed through the air from a distance.
About ten minutes after his departure, a tall figure emerged and approached, stopping in front of Tamur. The latter grinned and said, "I knew you'd return. Come on, kill me, brother. Use my death to replenish your strength, use it to defeat the enemy, and bring new life to the Besa Khanate."
The tall figure asked, "Is it worth it?"
Tamur didn't respond but muttered softly with unfocused eyes, "Great Moli Tian, infinite fire, infinite light, infinite power, release all the boundless laws, and overcome all calamities..."
"Alternate form infection..." The tall figure's gaze held a hint of pity.
When a fighter cultivates an alternate form and fails to maintain self-control, they become susceptible to being influenced and corrupted by their own imagined alternate form, which can affect their personality and thoughts. Tamur had clearly been influenced too much, and the tall figure felt a deep sorrow for him. But this wouldn't make him hesitate to use such power.
He raised his hand, and a lavender spiritual radiance emanated from it. But at that moment, he suddenly stepped back, and a streak of light brushed past his forehead, flying into the night.
He turned to look, and Chen Chuan stood quietly at the opening, as if he had never left.
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(End of Chapter)
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