Chapter 116 - 88: One Stomp Shatters the Evil Object’s Bones, One Word Expresses the Great Dao’s Sorrow

Chapter 116: Chapter 88: One Stomp Shatters the Evil Object’s Bones, One Word Expresses the Great Dao’s Sorrow

BOOM!

After the fist and claw collided, the ground within a twenty-meter Fang Yuan centered on the two of them instantly fractured with countless cracks, caving in a full three meters deep. And this was merely the residual shockwave of their battle!

Amidst the flashing lights and shadows, Lu Chen retreated five meters, while the Gold-devouring Ant-man was forced back a full ten meters before stopping. From this, it was evident that in their first clash, the Gold-devouring Ant-man had already fallen to a disadvantage!

However, many factors determined the outcome of a battle; a temporary disadvantage did not mean permanent defeat. The Gold-devouring Ant-man forcibly suppressed its churning Qi and Blood. Giving Lu Chen absolutely no chance to catch his breath, it violently lunged at him again.

Seeing the Gold-devouring Ant-man’s maddened actions, Lu Chen chose to confront it head-on.

BANG BANG BANG...

Beneath the Nine Nether Tree, the figures of Lu Chen and the Gold-devouring Ant-man constantly crossed paths. Having activated the ’Hundred Battles Body’, every punch from the Gold-devouring Ant-man was as heavy as a towering mountain, carrying immense, crushing momentum.

But Lu Chen, who had mastered the Dragon Transformation Sword Intent, possessed equally extraordinary attacks. Every time he swung his sword, it formed a distinct phantom claw of a Flood Dragon. Every stance and every strike carried the vast, terrifying might of a Flood Dragon.

It was only because the gap in Cultivation between him and the Gold-devouring Ant-man was too large, coupled with the Gold-devouring Ant-man’s highly unique Superpower that could mitigate incoming damage; otherwise, the creature wouldn’t have lasted more than a few rounds and would have long been struck down by Lu Chen’s sword.

But even so, after several exchanges, the Gold-devouring Ant-man was quickly covered in bruises and lacerations. Not only was its body cracking everywhere, but sword marks were also visible all over its arms, pouring out copious amounts of blood. And this wasn’t even its most severe injury.

The heaviest damage it sustained was undoubtedly on its fists, which had been constantly clashing with Lu Chen’s longsword. The Gold-devouring Ant-man’s fists were split open everywhere. In some places, the flesh was torn so badly that the deep White Bones underneath were clearly exposed.

Yet, the Gold-devouring Ant-man acted as if it couldn’t feel a thing. Not only did it continue attacking Lu Chen in this desperate, suicidal manner, but when facing Lu Chen’s Sword Strikes, it showed absolutely no intention of dodging, taking every single blow head-on.

To the onlookers, such behavior was virtually indistinguishable from courting death. However, one had to acknowledge the intense, death-defying fighting spirit radiating from it at this moment. Even the crowd watching from outside the examination venue couldn’t help but feel moved.

Wait a minute, you’re an Evil Demon and Heretic Dao—why are you acting so passionately? You’re making it look like you’re the hero and Lu Tongxue is the ultimate villain!

But to be fair, Lu Chen’s current demeanor truly resembled a movie villain. From the beginning of the battle until now, Lu Chen had always been on the defensive, never once initiating an attack. He gave off a vibe of remaining completely unfazed even if a mountain were to collapse before him. And the more he acted like this, the more the onlookers felt an indescribable sense of despair.

Suffocating. It was too suffocating.

The Power Lu Chen displayed right now was truly despair-inducing. The mere thought that even a Nine Nether Royal Family’s Gold-devouring Ant-man—whose strength rivaled a Foundation Establishment Fifth Level Cultivator—couldn’t force Lu Chen into a bitter struggle made them wonder: how could students like them, who hadn’t even reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, possibly compete against a monster like Lu Chen on the stage of the college entrance examination in the future?

"I-Is this really something a high school senior can do?" a student from Second High School stuttered, watching Lu Chen completely suppress the Gold-devouring Ant-man on the screen.

In fact, let alone him, even the Teachers in the conference room were somewhat at a loss for words to describe the current Lu Chen. Judging from the Power Lu Chen was demonstrating right now, at least a third of the Foundation Establishment Stage Teachers present wouldn’t be his match.

Not even being able to beat a student—they, as Teachers, were the ones who should truly be despairing!

This was the terror of Sword Intent. So terrifying that even though Lu Chen was only at the Qi Cultivation Stage, he could still crush most Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, including the Gold-devouring Ant-man before him.

And what others could see, the Gold-devouring Ant-man could also deduce. But as long as there was even a one-in-ten-thousand chance, it would never easily give up! The pride carved into the bloodline of the Nine Nether Royal Family forbade it from bowing to anyone!

Therefore, even if it meant death, it would make this Human Race Sword Dao Grandmaster before it understand. The Nine Nether Royal Family... had no cowards!

BANG!

As Lu Chen swung his sword again, that terrifying phantom of a Flood Dragon appeared behind him once more, slamming a claw downward. And this time, with bloodshot eyes, the Gold-devouring Ant-man actually raised its left arm to block.

BOOM!

As Lu Chen’s phantom Flood Dragon claw, wrapping around the longsword, landed on the Gold-devouring Ant-man’s left arm, the creature’s arm—which was already like a candle flickering in the wind—immediately let out a series of crackling CRACK CRACK sounds.

Not only did the flesh and blood on its left arm burst apart outright in the process, exposing the deep White Bones underneath, but those White Bones also began to continuously shatter, unable to withstand the astonishing attack.

Pain. A piercing, bone-deep pain.

Yet, the more its body suffered, the higher the fighting spirit surged in the Gold-devouring Ant-man’s eyes. Because its sacrifice had finally paid off.

"Why didn’t you dodge?" Lu Chen asked calmly, looking at the Gold-devouring Ant-man who had grasped his longsword at the cost of sacrificing its left hand.

The Gold-devouring Ant-man looked at him, forcing a smile onto its slightly ferocious face, twisted from the agony. "Because I am not afraid."

After a moment of silence, Lu Chen asked, "Why aren’t you afraid?"

Tightly gripping Lu Chen’s longsword with its left hand that was now reduced to nothing but bone, the Gold-devouring Ant-man spoke in a firm tone, "I’m not afraid. I’m just not."