Chapter 279 - 15: Senior Brother Lu is Mighty

"Foolish!"

Xu Ling’Er’s expression was grim, a mixture of anxiety and anger.

Her brother had clearly given him a kind reminder, yet he refused to listen!

The other Elite Level true disciples also felt a sense of dread, breaking into a cold sweat for Lu Chao.

BOOM!!

The arena instantly shook, and the ground trembled.

Everyone stared with rapt attention, including a worried Zheng Wu.

But soon, as they saw the situation on the stage clearly, everyone froze for a moment.

"This is the Blood Slaughterer?"

Lu Chao asked, his left hand open in a palm strike, meeting the bloody Palm Seal head-on.

His healthy-looking arm hadn’t even channeled any Martial Arts Power. The sight sent a chill through everyone, and even Cao Lin’s expression tightened.

’A hard-body Martial Skill?’

He instantly saw through it, sensing Lu Chao’s astonishing physique.

However.

"You’re courting death!"

Cao Lin let out a savage grin and suddenly thrust out his right palm.

’So what if it’s a hard-body Martial Skill? The Blood Slaughterer’s main strength is its poison. The moment it makes physical contact, the poison will invade the opponent’s pores. It can even generate a toxic wind that will mix with the air. What’s more, this guy is so arrogant he didn’t even use his Martial Arts Power...’

BOOM!!

A fist that had started later arrived first, slamming violently into his chest.

A ring of white vapor exploded outward, sending a shockwave sweeping in all directions.

A violent force surged endlessly, boring into the muscles of Cao Lin’s chest. His face flushed red, and his body shuddered.

In his vision, Lu Chao seemed to be holding his breath to block the toxic wind. At some point, the color of his skin had changed, and brown streams of light now seemed to flow across its surface.

"You..."

SWOOSH!!

Another punch flew out, enhanced by his Bronze Flesh state and Secondary Overlapping Force, smashing toward Cao Lin’s chest.

Cao Lin suppressed the discomfort of his churning blood and qi, trying to dodge.

However, Lu Chao’s right hand shifted from a palm to a claw, intertwining his fingers with Cao Lin’s bloody left palm—the one that had struck first—and locking it firmly in place.

’He’s not afraid of the Blood Slaughterer’s hundred poisons? He’s taking it head-on?’

BANG!!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the fist hit his chest.

The blow threw Cao Lin’s blood and qi into turmoil, and his face turned ugly.

His tightly contracted muscles gave him a certain defensive boost—a unique feature of the Blood Python Skill.

And yet.

BANG! BANG! BANG!!

One punch after another.

Lu Chao’s eyes were calm as he met his gaze.

His striking left fist was like a brown boulder flying through the air, each punch landing precisely on Cao Lin’s chest.

In just a moment, Cao Lin was completely suppressed, unable to move.

Waves of sharp pain shot from his chest. He felt like his ribs were about to crack.

’The Blood Python Skill isn’t a true hard-body technique. Its defense has its limits.’

"Get off!!"

With a cold roar, he suddenly unleashed all the power he had been gathering, trying to break free from Lu Chao’s grasp.

The mental interference of his Blood Python Skill gathered like a needle, attempting to merge with his aura and pierce Lu Chao’s mind.

However.

"ROAR!!"

A ferocious bellow shook the entire area.

It was like rolling thunder, intimidating all who heard it!

Lu Chao had instantly activated the Thunder Sound Skill, the seeming nemesis of all insidious Martial Skills.

Below the stage, the expressions of the many disciples changed. They felt a painful ringing in their ears as the illusion of the giant blood python in their minds shattered violently.

Cao Lin, who bore the brunt of it, felt his pupils constrict as he suffered a backlash.

Blood trickled from his ears. Everything in his mind descended into chaotic disarray, and he lost all ability to think.

And at that critical moment, Lu Chao’s eyes were icy. His left fist, now fully charged with Tertiary Overlapping Force, shot toward the very same spot on his opponent’s chest.

WHOOSH!!

The tearing wind sounded like a boulder cutting through the air. At some point, his left arm had become covered in a grayish-white power, making it look as solid and invincible as rock, exuding an aura of absolute primitive savagery.

Just as the blow was about to land, "AHH!!"

Cao Lin suddenly bellowed, a desperate cry born from the instinct for survival.

A cloud of bloody mist exploded from his body. In the final moment, he had instinctively erupted with power, subconsciously striking back with a palm aimed straight at Lu Chao!

SWOOSH!!!

The bloody Palm Seal, wrapped in a toxic wind, carried a foul, metallic stench, like a dying venomous python baring its fangs.

This scene made everyone below the stage turn pale. Even Ge Hongfeng and Xu Fengling’s pupils constricted as they sensed disaster.

And yet, Lu Chao didn’t dodge or evade. He didn’t alter his move in the slightest.

His left fist, charged with Tertiary Overlapping Force, surged forward like a crashing wave, slamming into his opponent’s chest with peerless brute force.

BOOM!!

CRACK!

Amid the sound of cracking bone, Cao Lin’s face flushed crimson as he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

His eyes briefly regained their clarity as his body flew backward, landing at the edge of the arena and rolling several times.

And on the other side, the instinctive bloody Palm Seal had successfully struck Lu Chao in the chest, making his body stiffen and lean back slightly.

"Haha!"

Although he was severely injured, upon seeing this, Cao Lin grinned, revealing his sinister white teeth. His eyes were filled with a cruel, bloodthirsty light.

’I didn’t expect my instinctive outburst to be so powerful. To think he’d dare to take the Blood Slaughterer’s killing blow head-on. What a fool...’

THUD!

A sudden movement interrupted his thoughts.

Lu Chao, who had been leaning back, suddenly straightened his body and stood firmly in place.

His gray sweatshirt was now torn, revealing parts of his bronze body in its Bronze Flesh state.

His muscle definition was as sharp and streamlined as if carved by a knife, and all eyes stared at him with nervous, focused intensity.

A bloody Palm Seal appeared on the skin over his heart.

However, its color was extremely faint, almost invisible.

What’s more, one second, three seconds, five seconds...

The blood-red mark gradually faded until it vanished completely.

It all happened in just three to five seconds. Xu Fengling and the other Elite Level disciples stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded with disbelief.

In their line of sight, Lu Chao stood steadily in place, his breathing even and his complexion healthy.

There wasn’t a single trace of him having been hit by the Blood Slaughterer, as if the so-called invasion of a hundred poisons was just an empty boast.

"Impossible!"

Cao Lin, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, roared in shocked fury with his eyes wide.

’I can admit I lost, but how could the Blood Slaughterer not have injured him?’

Witnessing this, Li Gusha, who was below the stage, frowned deeply, his cold eyes fixed on Lu Chao.

On the other side, the two Martial Artists, Ge Hongfeng and Old Feng, exchanged a look, seeing the same shock and doubt in each other’s eyes.

’Could it be the Rock Martial Skill?’ Ge Hongfeng thought suspiciously, forcing himself to accept that as the answer. ’It’s possible my old friend’s hard-body Martial Skill has been newly integrated and improved, allowing it to resist even a hundred poisons.’

Unaware of what everyone was thinking, Lu Chao’s eyes were calm. He could clearly feel the powerful recovery of his Resilient Body and just how terrifying its healing ability, which consumed his body’s energy, truly was.

The so-called hundred poisons had been forcefully worn down the moment they entered his body, unable to cause even the slightest harm.

For a moment, ignoring all the shocked and doubtful looks from below the stage, he gave Cao Lin a calm glance.

’He is, after all, the disciple of a Superpower Level Martial Artist. I can’t kill him in front of everyone.’

"My thanks."

Cupping his hands in a salute, Lu Chao turned to leave, his expression serene.

His steps were steady as he walked away, one after another, with an indescribable air of ease and leisure.

Witnessing this, all the disciples below the stage stared wide-eyed in dead silence.

Xu Ling’Er’s expression shifted, and she felt her cheeks burn with a fiery heat.

In contrast, Cao Lin finally suppressed his shock and rage, a hint of struggle and hesitation flashing in his eyes.

’The young man’s back is so relaxed, full of openings.’ He clenched his fists several times, wanting to launch a sneak attack the moment his opponent’s guard was down.

The cold stare from behind him grew more intense. He knew his master must be urging him on; otherwise, if he failed to win the challenge today, the punishment he’d face upon returning would be a fate worse than death.

But for some reason, as he looked at the young man’s back, a chill ran through his heart as a strong, inexplicable intuition rose within him.

’I’ll die.’

He couldn’t believe it. It felt as if he would certainly die the moment he dared to try.

In the end, struggling with hesitation, he clenched and unclenched his hands several times, wanting to stand up.

STEP, STEP!

Lu Chao walked off the arena, pausing at the last moment to glance back.

His indifferent gaze, devoid of any emotion, met Cao Lin’s eyes, making his body tremble.

Finally, he withdrew his gaze and started walking again, stepping into the dead silence that then erupted like a volcano into a crowd’s astonishing, excited cheers.

"Senior Brother Lu is incredible!!"