Chapter 71: An Unexpected Battle

The atmosphere in the field froze, like the dead silence before a storm.

Chen Chuan watched Lu Yun, whose Aura was steadily rising, yet a lazy arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

He even had the leisure to tidy his cuffs, speaking unhurriedly:

"Seeing how impatient you are to prove yourself, come then. I’ll let you make the first move. Lest you lose later and find another excuse, saying I launched a sneak attack."

Whoosh!

The spectating crowd instantly reached a climax of excitement.

"Holy crap! Is Senior Brother Chen Chuan really that brave? He’s straight up giving him the first move?"

"Domineering! Is this the Senior Brother Chen I know? I love it, I love it."

"It’s starting, it’s starting, the classic ’letting you have three moves’ segment! I bet a hundred thousand gold tickets that Lu Yun won’t last three moves!"

"Wake up, Lu Yun just sent Senior Sister Ye flying with one slap. He probably has some skill."

"Our Senior Brother Chen has skill too. After all, he could slap a Fifth-Rank Golden Tiger to death; his strength won’t be weak."

Lu Yun’s gaze turned cold. Chen Chuan’s nonchalant attitude made him feel more belittled than direct insults.

He sneered in his heart, "Since you’re so impatient to lose, I’ll fulfill your wish."

Wasting no more words, the spiritual energy within his body erupted like a dormant volcano, and a majestic, heavy Aura spread out.

"Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture, First Revolution, Open!"

Lu Yun gave a low shout, the muscles across his body bulging slightly. Beneath his green robes, it seemed as if a power capable of shaking mountains was hidden.

This was one of the assets he had as a God Emperor to traverse the eight directions: breaking ingenuity with strength, and sustaining battle through battle.

According to the information he received, Chen Chuan was only in the Mountain Sea Realm. This one punch would be enough to break his tendons and shatter his bones.

The wind from the punch whistled, carrying an Aura that could crush everything as it blasted straight toward Chen Chuan’s face.

However, facing this fierce punch, Chen Chuan neither dodged nor avoided it. The Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture quietly circulated within him, and a vast, ancient dragon pressure remained hidden yet ready.

He met it with a similarly simple punch.

Bang!

The two fists collided, letting out a dull, thunderous sound. A wave of air swept out from the two of them as the center, blowing the clothes of nearby Disciples into a flurry.

To everyone’s astonishment, Chen Chuan, who had taken the punch head-on, didn’t even sway. His feet stood firmly on the spot as if they had taken root.

He even had time to blink and smile at the stunned Lu Yun. "Haven’t eaten? Or is the food at Fengyun Holy Land so bad that it’s made you this weak?"

???

Lu Yun’s heart was shaken to the core.

Although he hadn’t used his full strength, this punch was definitely not something a Mountain Sea Realm could take so easily.

There was only one possibility: Chen Chuan had hidden his strength.

This scene also caused the mocking smiles on the faces of the Fengyun Holy Land Elders to freeze.

An Elder with graying hair stared with eyes as wide as copper bells. "Impossible! With that meager cultivation, how could he possibly take Lu Yun’s punch?"

The Thin and Tall Elder beside him had a gloomy expression. "This boy truly is strange. The intelligence was wrong; he is definitely more than just the Mountain Sea Realm."

Holy Master Xuan Yun frowned slightly but remained confident. "No matter. Lu Yun didn’t use his full strength just now."

On the Primordial Holy Land’s side, several Elders stroked their beards and smiled lightly, looking as if they had known it all along.

An Elder from Primordial Holy Land with white hair and a youthful face said unhurriedly, "Oh, young people just have such tempers. It was only a probe, what’s the rush?"

The Square-Faced Elder beside him chimed in, his voice not loud but clearly reaching the entire field, "If the champion of my Primordial Holy Land couldn’t even take this much force, that would be a real joke."

Hearing the words of these two Primordial Holy Land Elders, the Fengyun Holy Land Elders sneered inwardly: the good show is still to come.

After all, they all knew that Lu Yun had not yet exerted his full power.

Lu Yun cast aside his final bit of contempt, his gaze becoming sharp as a hawk’s. "Very well, Chen Chuan, it seems I did underestimate you."

The fact that Chen Chuan could take his punch did indeed surprise Lu Yun.

After all, the power of the battle Cultivation Technique he utilized was absolutely formidable.

In a battle of the same Realm, Lu Yun was absolutely certain he could defeat his opponent, and could even fight those in higher Realms.

Thus, he also knew deeply that Chen Chuan was definitely not an ordinary opponent.

"Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture, Second Revolution! Third Revolution!"

He roared low as his Aura surged again. His fists and kicks turned into a sky full of afterimages, pouring toward Chen Chuan like a violent storm.

His fighting style was bold and expansive, filled with the ultimate beauty of power.

"Under my Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture, I’ll see how long you can hold out. I will surely shatter your bones and tendons." Lu Yun’s offensive was like a tide, his gaze cold.

Chen Chuan was not afraid in the least. He pushed the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture to its limit, and it felt as if a True Dragon was roaring within him.

Every time he struck, there was a faint sound of a dragon’s roar. Amidst the surging wind of his punches, one could even see a blurry phantom of a True Dragon coiling around his arms, fierce and domineering, meeting Lu Yun’s attacks head-on.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Bang!

The sound of fists hitting flesh was incessant, and the explosions of spiritual energy clashing rang out again and again.

Two figures clashed rapidly and intensely on the Martial Arts Arena, their speed so fast it made one’s eyes blur.

However, what made everyone’s jaws drop was that in this intense close-quarters combat, the one holding the upper hand was actually Chen Chuan.

His strength seemed to be a cut above.

His movement was more agile, and the dragon-shaped energy condensed on his body was peerlessly domineering, actually beating Lu Yun into a steady retreat.

"Oh my god! Senior Brother Chen is suppressing Lu Yun."

"So cool! This dragon roar makes my blood boil."

"Hahaha, is this the eternal Prodigy of Fengyun Holy Land? This is it? He’s like a little chick in front of my Senior Brother Chen."

"Lu Yun: The script is wrong! What happened to the promised crushing victory?"

"Hehe, it has to be Senior Brother Chen Chuan. He’s awesome."

The Primordial Holy Land Disciples were excited, their cheers rising in wave after wave.

The Primordial Holy Land Elders appeared calm on the surface, but a hint of gratification couldn’t help but show in their eyes. It seemed their judgment of Chen Chuan was correct.

The higher-ups of Fengyun Holy Land could no longer sit still.

The Red-Faced Elder said urgently, "What’s going on? What is Lu Yun doing? Why hasn’t he brought out his true strength yet?"

The Thin and Tall Elder’s gaze was sinister. "This boy’s Physical Body and Cultivation Technique are extremely unusual. We can’t delay any longer."

Holy Master Xuan Yun took a deep breath. He hoped Lu Yun would stop hiding his cultivation.

After all, this battle concerned the face of Fengyun Holy Land.

In the field, Lu Yun felt the numbness in his arms and the surging blood within him; his expression was ugly to the extreme.

Listening to the cheers for Chen Chuan all around and the disparaging remarks against him, his pride made him unable to endure the humiliation of being suppressed any longer.

"The battle should end now."

Lu Yun suddenly took a step back and let out a long howl.

Rumble!

A terrifying Aura, several times stronger than before, erupted from Lu Yun’s body like an awakening Vicious Beast.

The powerful pressure swept through the entire Martial Arts Arena. Disciples with weaker cultivation were forced back repeatedly by this Aura, their faces turning pale.

"Myriad Manifestations Realm, it’s the Aura of the Myriad Manifestations Realm."

"Heavens! That Lu Yun is actually a Myriad Manifestations Realm expert."

"I heard he only entered Fengyun Holy Land a month ago. What kind of monster is this?"

"It’s over, it’s over. Senior Brother Chen is in danger. The gap in Realms is too large."

The high-level members of Primordial Holy Land suddenly changed color. Their previous composure vanished instantly, replaced by immense shock and bewilderment.

"First Level of the Myriad Manifestations Realm? How... how is this possible?" The Elder with white hair and a youthful face cried out in shock.

The Square-Faced Elder’s face also turned ashen. "In just one month, what kind of Heaven-Defying Opportunity did this boy obtain?"

The strength Lu Yun displayed made the Primordial Holy Land Elders feel alarmed.

Seeing this, the Fengyun Holy Land Elders finally showed triumphant smiles again, as if victory was already within their grasp.

The Red-Faced Elder of Fengyun Holy Land spoke with a voice like a great bell, intentionally letting everyone hear:

"Hahaha! Now you know the gap? The Chaos Divine Body of my Fengyun Holy Land is the chosen one of destiny. How can a mere Physique from Primordial Holy Land compare?"

The Thin and Tall Elder beside him added sinisterly, "Myriad Manifestations against Mountain Sea—the result is without suspense. Holy Master Jingru, it seems this farce should end."

Holy Master Xuan Yun looked down upon the whole field with even more arrogance, calling out to the Primordial Holy Land side:

"Brother Jingru, now, do you still think the Prodigy of my Fengyun Holy Land is just a worthless nobody?"

"Concede, lest your sect’s champion’s Dao Heart be damaged."

Facing the collective mockery of the Fengyun Holy Land high-ups and the oncoming pressure of the Myriad Manifestations Realm, Chen Chuan only lightly rotated his wrists.

Chen Chuan looked up at the toweringly arrogant and invincible-looking Lu Yun.

Not only did he show no fear, but a more meaningful smile, tinged with a bit of pity, appeared on his face.

"First Level of the Myriad Manifestations Realm! Hmm, not bad." He nodded. "It is indeed quite a surprise."