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Chapter 832: Unique Reasons for Alternate Forms
Chapter 832: Unique Reasons for Alternate Forms
Tamur's height exceeded four meters, not much different from Fenghe Shou, but his body was much more robust and muscular. His broad body was covered in muscles as solid as rock. Standing there, due to the projection of light from the slanting above, his shadow almost reached Chen Chuan's feet.
Chen Chuan listened to his fluent Great Shun language and hummed, saying, "So, what does Sir want?"
"What, are you here to negotiate with me? Pah!" Tamur spat on the ground, and with a crack, the stones there splintered, leaving a shallow pit on the ground.
"Don't fool around. You people don't even have the intention to talk. I already told you the conditions I need, and now you're asking me? In this matter, you either agree or refuse, no room for negotiation!"
Chen Chuan glanced at him. This person's tone was very determined. Those who could become fighters were not fools; they should understand the strength a powerful nation like Great Shun could bring to the table.
Now, this attitude—either this person was just stubborn, knowing how powerful you are, but refusing to compromise, or he had some kind of leverage, unafraid of turning his back on the Great Shun government.
Regardless, he had no intention to discuss the right or wrong of the situation. The games between nations never talked about such things. The complexity was far beyond what a few words could encompass. Conflict and cooperation ran through it all, and moral judgments could hardly touch the core.
Fortunately, he didn't need to consider these things now.
He glanced at the shattered jade embedded in the armrest. Since he had seen the item, and the other party was unwilling to talk to him properly, it was best to resolve this matter in the most direct way.
It seemed that at this moment, Tamur sensed his thoughts. His mind instantly tightened, his figure suddenly grew taller, and the large shadow under his feet rapidly spread out, reaching Chen Chuan and continuing to rise, quickly covering his head.
Chen Chuan looked up, and Tamur's outer garment opened, revealing his deep green upper body. His hair turned a fiery red, fluttering like flames. Two additional arms grew from each side of his back, and a fierce red glow emanated around his body.
His face revealed fangs, and his bulging, angry eyes, under the hall's lighting, resembled a fierce and evil deity.
The alternate form of the Great Mahamaya King.
The Great Mahamaya King was the guardian and war deity of the Besa Khanate. Tamur used this alternate form as his visualization. In history, it was this deity who fought against the evil deities from the outside, allowing the Besa people to exist.
He deeply resonated with this form. For any oppression or humiliation from the outside, even if it was just temporary, he could not accept it. Instead, he would ignite boundless anger in his heart and attempt to burn all invading enemies with this flame!
He leaned forward slightly, and the field domain compressed, emitting a fine, lightning-like flicker. After a moment, it suddenly pressed down, shattering the biophysical field of both parties. His massive figure seemed to instantly cover Chen Chuan's silhouette.
A white flame aura rose from Chen Chuan's body. Seeing the six hands coming down towards him, he did not retreat or dodge. Instead, he placed one hand at his side, and a highly condensed spiritual flame appeared in his palm, flickering continuously, illuminating his entire body in white, making the hall extremely glaring.
Tamur's face still bore a fierce grin, but upon seeing that glow and sensing the power within, his expression changed abruptly. He immediately abandoned his offensive plan, pulling back his six arms to protect his front, the red light flames on his body rushing forward.
At this moment, Chen Chuan made a step forward, and as his center of gravity pressed down, the hand holding the spiritual flame was naturally brought forward. Then, with a push, he swung it forward!
The highly condensed energy instantly crossed the short distance, slamming into Tamur's body. In that instant, the impact of their spiritual flames made the sand cliff tremble as if in an earthquake.
After mastering one of the Grand Bright Light techniques, Chen Chuan's mental strength had grown, enhancing the power of his condensed spiritual flame.
In this confined environment, which was narrow for a fighter, he did not hesitate to use this most destructive attack method from the start.
Fighters valued every bit of their strength. They preferred to slowly probe and test their opponents before delivering a fatal blow, unless there was a clear tactical purpose, whether to block or to probe, they rarely used such energy-consuming attack methods.
But Chen Chuan not only had ways to replenish his strength, and this mission was backed by the nation, providing for his consumption. Therefore, once he found the main target, he could fight without restraint.
At this moment, Tamur's six arms tightly pressed against the incoming spiritual light, every muscle in his body tensed, the leaping red flames on his body continuously converging forward, trying to hold it back.
However, Chen Chuan's entire body was uncontrollably retreating at an incredible speed, feeling his center of gravity slipping away, and experiencing a sense of weightlessness. He knew he couldn't continue like this.
Amidst violent tremors, he pushed with all his might, but this sudden exertion disrupted the delicate balance he had managed to maintain. A deafening boom echoed through the sandy night sky, and a massive burst of light erupted from above Shahrhan, illuminating the entire sky.
The grand hall where Chen Chuan had been standing was now mostly gone, replaced by a vast expanse of open space. The existing structures had completely vanished, and beyond the gaping opening, the dark night sky could be seen. After a brief moment, the air, which had been pushed aside, rushed back with a howling sound.
He gazed at the figure in front of him, barely managing to remain standing. Tamur's spiritual light had almost completely faded, leaving only a few wisps floating around his shoulders. His lower body's clothing was already in tatters, and the arms that had grown out were now broken in three places. His body was riddled with pits and craters, and the exposed flesh was torn and mangled. At the visible wounds, a significant portion was covered and corroded by the white-gold spiritual light.
Gasping for breath, he hadn't anticipated the overwhelming power of the spiritual flame he had just unleashed. Even with all his might, he couldn't withstand it.
It seemed that this time, Great Shun was serious, which explained the exceptional strength of the fighter they had sent.
But what of it?
He stood up again, and the stump of his severed arm twitched a few times, but the spiritual fire's corrosion had hindered the growth of the transmutation organization, preventing the damaged area from regenerating.
Nonetheless, he stood tall, fixing his gaze on Chen Chuan. Unconcerned about the consequences, he released his biological field domain without restraint, causing his body to swell once more. This was an alternate form he had yet to master, and it could potentially lead to his demise or loss of control.
Chen Chuan took a step forward, then kicked off the ground behind him, forcing the air that had just returned to its place to be pushed away again. With incredible speed, he lunged forward, reaching Tamur's side, and delivered a kick.
Even in his heavily injured state, Tamur's reflexes were not slow. His spiritual fire, which had been greatly diminished by the previous impact, was barely enough to withstand the force of the kick.
A loud bang echoed as the kick landed squarely on his forehead, sending a surge of power into his cranium. Instantly, he lost consciousness, and his massive body flew backward, shrinking back to its previous size and shape before crashing to the ground dozens of meters away.
Chen Chuan didn't finish him off, as he had been instructed not to kill the opponent's fighter, if possible. Doing so could easily trigger an international dispute and cause the Great Shun government to face consequences.
On a personal level, killing this man would make it extremely difficult for Chen Chuan to obtain approval for future international travel. Other countries might use this as a reason to directly reject his entry requests.
He turned around and walked to the side, looking at a specific spot. There, the crushed sand and stones slowly parted, and a jade fragment floated out, gently making its way towards him.
It was a clearly broken jade shard, appearing no different from ordinary jade on the surface. However, Chen Chuan could sense its extraordinary hardness and weight, which seemed to vanish upon contact with his biological field domain, becoming as light as a feather.
On the smooth, broken surface, there were also tiny ritual scripts, likely from the ancient ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven. He placed the object in a prepared sleeve, put it in his pocket, and then took a step forward, leaving the scene. After a while, a thunderous boom reverberated through the air from a distance.
About ten minutes after Chen Chuan's departure, a tall figure emerged and approached Tamur, standing before him. Tamur, with a grimace, said, "I knew you'd come back. Go ahead, brother. Take my life and use it to strengthen yourself, to defeat the enemy, to bring about a new dawn for our nation."
The tall figure asked, "Is it worth it?"
Tamur didn't respond but muttered softly, "Great Mahamaya, infinite fire, infinite light, infinite power, release infinite dharma, and save all beings from calamity..."
"Alternate form corruption?" The tall figure's gaze held a hint of pity as he looked at Tamur.
If a fighter who cultivates an alternate form fails to maintain self-control, they can become corrupted by their own visualization, influencing their thoughts and actions. Tamur had clearly been affected, and the tall figure felt a sense of sorrow for him. However, this did not make him hesitate; instead, he needed this very corruption.
He raised his hand, and a bluish-purple spiritual radiance emanated from it. But at that moment, he suddenly took a step back, and a streak of light brushed past his forehead, disappearing into the night.
He turned to look, and there stood Chen Chuan, as if he had never left.
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(End of Chapter)
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