Chapter 72: Identical Fighting Styles

Lu Yun’s First Level of the Myriad Manifestations Realm Qi swept across the entire Martial Arts Arena.

The Primordial Holy Land Disciples, who had just been cheering for Senior Brother Chen’s upper hand, suddenly fell silent.

Their cheers were replaced by a deathly silence and unconcealed panic.

"He’s actually in the Myriad Manifestations Realm."

"How is this possible? Wasn’t it said that he was a cripple who couldn’t Cultivate a month ago?"

"It’s over. Mountain Sea versus Myriad Manifestations. How can they fight now? No matter how strong Senior Brother Chen is, he can’t cross an entire major Realm."

"Is this Chaos Divine Body really so Heaven-Defying? Senior Brother Chen of our Primordial Holy Land also has a Chaos Divine Body. Is he truly inferior to him?"

Anxious emotions spread among the Primordial Holy Land Disciples.

They seemed to have already foreseen Chen Chuan being mercilessly crushed and the Primordial Holy Land losing face.

If Chen Chuan lost, it would not only solidify Lu Yun’s reputation as an eternal Prodigy but also prove that his Chaos Divine Body was the orthodox one, with infinite potential.

By extension, Ye Linger’s act of breaking off the engagement would also completely become a short-sighted laughingstock.

It would also prove her ignorance for abandoning a true True Dragon.

Ye Linger, in the crowd, trembled slightly at this moment, her beautiful eyes wide, staring incredulously at Lu Yun, whose Aura was soaring.

That powerful pressure made her scalp tingle.

"Myriad Manifestations Realm, how could he reach the Myriad Manifestations Realm in one month?"

A storm surged in Ye Linger’s Heart-Nature, and an emotion, whether regret or absurdity, welled up within her.

The fiancé she had personally pushed away actually possessed a Cultivation that she might need years, or even longer, to achieve?

"Did I really make a mistake?"

But this thought was forcibly suppressed as soon as it arose.

No, I’m not wrong!

What I pursue is the unrestrained Dao, a Dao Companion who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me, not the shackles of a marriage contract.

Even if Lu Yun had a fortuitous encounter, it was just good luck; his Heart-Nature might not be worthy of this Cultivation.

Ye Linger bit her lower lip, trying to maintain a calm facade, but her slightly trembling fingers betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

She didn’t regret her choice, but she cared about how others would judge her, calling her a self-righteous woman, a short-sighted woman.

Unlike the worried crowd, Ji Siyu stood gracefully to the side, a faint smile still on her pretty face.

Her beautiful eyes shifted, landing on Chen Chuan’s always composed back.

She knew Chen Chuan’s strength; he was definitely not inferior to Lu Yun, and even stronger.

In the arena, Lu Yun, having fully unleashed his Cultivation, felt the majestic spiritual power surging within him like a river.

The arrogance and confidence of a God Emperor Reincarnation returned, even stronger than before.

He looked down at Chen Chuan, his voice carrying cold mockery:

"Chen Chuan, I underestimated you just now. Now, what will you use to defeat me?"

He seemed to have already seen Chen Chuan’s miserable defeat and wails at his feet.

He saw the frustrated expressions of the Primordial Holy Land members.

He saw Ye Linger’s tearful eyes filled with regret.

All of this would become stepping stones on his path back to the Peak.

However, facing such pressure and provocation that could make an ordinary Mountain Sea Realm Cultivator’s mind collapse, Chen Chuan’s expression remained unchanged, not even a ripple in his eyes.

It was as if Lu Yun was not displaying the terrifying strength of the Myriad Manifestations Realm, but merely a child’s trick.

When he fought with Lu Yun just now, he noticed that the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture used by the latter was quite exquisite, seemingly a powerful combat method that could progressively unleash potential.

"System, query the price of the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture." Chen Chuan thought.

[Ding! Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture exchange price: one million gold tickets.]

"Oh? Not too expensive." The lazy curve on Chen Chuan’s lips lifted again. "Bought it."

Instantly, a million gold tickets were deducted.

All the Profound Truths, operational methods, and combat techniques of the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture poured into Chen Chuan’s mind like a sudden enlightenment.

This information was instantly understood by his monstrously invincible Cultivation talent, and finally integrated.

In just a moment, this Cultivation Technique, which Lu Yun regarded as his unique trump card, had been completely mastered by Chen Chuan.

Moreover, due to Chen Chuan’s invincible talent and understanding, the power it could unleash was subtly superior to the original version.

"I’ll use the Cultivation Technique you’re so proud of to defeat you." Chen Chuan had a plan.

"Stubborn! Then let me show you the true gap between the Myriad Manifestations Realm and the Mountain Sea Realm." Seeing Chen Chuan unmoved, Lu Yun’s eyes sharpened, and he no longer hesitated.

He let out a low growl, his Aura rising again, the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture operating to its extreme.

"Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture, Fourth Revolution! Fifth Revolution!"

The Fist Intent tore through the air, carrying the power to shatter mountains and crack stones, and slammed violently towards Chen Chuan.

With this strike, he used the spiritual power of the Myriad Manifestations Realm; its power was far greater than before, and he vowed to decide the outcome with one blow.

Chen Chuan did not dodge or evade. The Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture within him still provided vast spiritual power as his Foundation, but his external Moves quietly changed.

He also took a step forward, and the trajectory of the power gathered on his fist was exactly the same as Lu Yun’s.

"Huh? What is this?" Lu Yun’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Bang!

It was another straightforward, unadorned clash.

The airwaves exploded, more violently than any previous time.

But this time, it was Lu Yun who retreated, not Chen Chuan.

He only felt a familiar yet more overbearing force surge into his body through his fist, shaking his Qi and blood, forcing him back three steps before he stabilized himself.

"How can you...?" For the first time, an expression of utter horror appeared on Lu Yun’s face.

He stared fixedly at Chen Chuan, as if he had seen a ghost. "How can you know the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture?"

He refused to believe it, roaring as he pushed the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture to his own limit, Sixth Revolution, Seventh Revolution.

Fist!

Palm!

Finger!

Leg!

His offensive was like a sudden storm, each strike containing the unique force exertion techniques and Dao charm of the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture.

However, what chilled him to the bone was that Chen Chuan responded to each Move with completely identical techniques.

Moreover, the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture displayed by Chen Chuan was even more fluid and seamless, and its power was more condensed and overbearing.

The true essence of "Battle" contained within that Fist Intent seemed even deeper than that of him, the original creator.

For a moment, an extremely bizarre scene appeared on the Martial Arts Arena.

The two figures flew back and forth, using the exact same Cultivation Technique, with extremely high synchronization in their movements, as if they were fellow Disciples sparring.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Chen Chuan was clearly at ease, always seizing the initiative, suppressing Lu Yun until he was breathless and in a sorry state.

"Whoa!"

The entire audience was completely dumbfounded, and the discussions erupted like boiling water.

"What’s going on? Why are their Cultivation Techniques exactly the same?"

"This is insane! How does Senior Brother Chen know Lu Yun’s Cultivation Technique? And it seems even more powerful?"

"My heavens, everyone look, Senior Brother Chen is also in the Myriad Manifestations Realm; he was hiding his strength just now."

"What? Senior Brother Chen is also in the Myriad Manifestations Realm?"

"In one month, both of them entered the Myriad Manifestations Realm? What kind of immortal battle is this?"

"Hahahahaha! Senior Brother Chen is awesome."

The high-ranking officials of Primordial Holy Land, from initial shock and worry to present joy and surprise, finally revealed relieved smiles.

As for the old fellows of Fengyun Holy Land, their faces were grim.

Especially seeing that the Cultivation Techniques displayed by Chen Chuan and Lu Yun were identical, they were all a bit bewildered.

Could it be that Chen Chuan and Lu Yun were Cultivating the same Cultivation Technique before?

"What kind of Cultivation Technique are you Cultivating?"

Lu Yun was once again repelled by Chen Chuan’s identical Nine Revolutions Breaking Evil, and he couldn’t help but ask sharply.

His Dao Heart was in disarray.

Chen Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, robes fluttering, a hint of playfulness in his expression. "You mean this? This is my self-created Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture in my spare time. What, does it look familiar?"

"Nonsense! This is clearly my unique creation; no second person could possibly Cultivate it." Lu Yun was almost spitting blood; he absolutely refused to believe this was Chen Chuan’s self-creation.

"Unique creation?" Chen Chuan sneered. "If you only have this much ability, and can’t even master your self-created Cultivation Technique, I advise you to go back to your mother’s womb and Cultivate for a few more years, don’t come out and make a fool of yourself."

The series of blows and humiliations drove Lu Yun completely mad.

His pride as a God Emperor Reincarnation was thoroughly trampled, and he no longer cared about anything else.

A sinister, corrosive dark green flame abruptly rose from his palm.

The moment the flame appeared, the surrounding air hissed, as if corroded by potent poison, and even the light slightly distorted.

"Spirit Fire? It’s the Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame." A knowledgeable Elder exclaimed in horror.

"What? Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame? That’s an extremely Yin and poisonous object, corroding upon touch, devouring souls and burning hearts."

"Lu Yun actually refined such an evil object?"

The entire audience’s expressions changed.

No one expected that Lu Yun, when pushed to a desperate situation, would reveal such a malicious trump card.

Those who had studied Spirit Fires naturally understood the terror of the Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame.

Without corresponding countermeasures, or sufficiently powerful Cultivation, it would be impossible to suppress the Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame.

The high-ranking officials of Fengyun Holy Land also didn’t expect Lu Yun to possess a Spirit Fire; they were shocked but also relieved.

"Hahaha, this time that boy is bound to lose." Holy Master Xuan Yun looked at Xuan Jingru, his eyes filled with provocation. "Holy Master Jingru, let that boy admit defeat, otherwise he won’t be able to withstand the devouring of the Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame."

Xuan Jingru’s expression was grave.

He also knew the terror of the Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame.

However, he noticed that Chen Chuan’s face showed no trace of fear, but rather a playful look, which surprised Xuan Jingru.

He felt that Chen Chuan must have a way to deal with it.

The dark green flames danced in Lu Yun’s hand, reflecting his distorted face.

He stared at Chen Chuan, his eyes full of pity:

"Chen Chuan, it is your honor to fall to my Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame."