Chapter 1275 - 733: Soul Like Water, Number One in Great Chu! (Part 2)

Chapter 1275: Chapter 733: Soul Like Water, Number One in Great Chu! (Part 2)

If we were outside, Chen Zhiming would indeed have escaped.

But here, it’s an enclosed spiritual world, a battlefield. The opponent can only hide and wait for a chance to act.

Meng Chuan speculated that the consumption of the so-called Primordial Spirit leaving the body is similar to the consumption of the soul in the "Descent Technique," which is extremely taxing on Spiritual Power.

As time goes on, Chen Zhiming’s Spiritual Power rapidly decreases, forcing him to reveal himself and make a move.

"You hide, I’ll hide too. Let’s see who can outlast the other..."

The body quietly compressed, transforming from a six-foot demon figure to a two-foot figure, completely concealing his own Qi Strength.

Meng Chuan is not reckless.

Yesterday, Brother Liao Huo told him about the power of Chen Zhiming’s Primordial Spirit weapon manipulation burst, so he chose the most stable and clever strategy.

He wanted to be the lurking hunter and completely extinguish the last shred of hope Chen Zhiming harbored!

...

Outside, people watched as both of them hid their figures, all puzzled.

"Isn’t Chen Zhiming about to lose? Why doesn’t Meng Chuan go for a decisive pursuit?"

"Even in a pursuit, you have to find the opponent. If you can’t find him, then why not go for an ambush."

"They say Meng Shen is reckless, but I think he’s more astute than anyone."

The stadium fell into silence, a stark contrast with the previous explosive noise, and countless global spectators felt momentarily unaccustomed.

"The technique of Primordial Spirit leaving the body, most taboo is prolonged consumption. Zhiming is in trouble..."

Zhang Daoling’s white eyebrows twitched, discerning Meng Chuan’s craftiness.

But upon a second thought, he felt at ease.

There is a strong characteristic of the Wudang lineage on this boy, so it makes perfect sense to understand the weakness of the Primordial Spirit.

Beside him, Wudang’s Xu Daoxian was also all smiles, looking at Sui Chunqiu, saying:

"Sui Saint, this child is very fated with our Wudang."

"He is also not shallowly fated with Shaolin."

Sui Chunqiu saw what Xu Daoxian wanted to say, and blocked the path with one sentence, leaving the latter helplessly shaking his head.

Everyone could see, this boy truly has limitless potential.

Whichever family he falls into, will bring unfathomable fortune, greatly enhancing their prestige.

"Northern United University really has found a treasure..."

At this moment, the same thought arose in the hearts of countless strong individuals, lingering for a long time.

...

A shimmer of sword light faintly visible, floating within the golden mist.

Just as Meng Chuan predicted, Chen Zhiming’s Primordial Spirit couldn’t hold back any longer...

"To me, the soul is like water, it seems flexible and unbreakable, unsmashable, yet it’s very easy to evaporate and disperse. The soul is the same, slightly encountering ’heat’ it will disperse.

Without the body as protection at its base, the soul is like a rootless tree. Only when the body is solid can it bear the soul and protect its essence from easily dispersing."

Seeing Chen Zhiming’s condition, Meng Chuan sighed inwardly, inspired by the sentiment.

At this moment, any attack targeting the soul, with various supports, could evaporate and disperse the opponent with one strike.

Immediately, his expression calmed, his body slowly emerged from the front of the golden mist, not opting for a sneak attack, but with a smirk on his lips.

In his view, this match was about to reach its conclusion.

"Let’s play more, practice... Halberd Skill."

Meng Chuan relaxed his left hand, while his body tilted sideways, his right arm drew and sent forth the Big Halberd.

Thrusting fiercely towards the sky, the air cracked into web-like patterns spanning a hundred feet.

Buzz—

The reverberating sound lingered, ripples radiated invisibly.

Chen Zhiming was shocked, suddenly realizing, as his flying sword pierced forward, gathering all the mysteries of the Primordial Spirit, having terrifying destructive power to break through the void, shatter everything.

However...

Boom!!!

With a swing of his arm, Meng Chuan blasted the sword image instantly, the Bronze Sword emerged, barely grazing his earlobe.

Yet the sword light folded, and the cyan-white stream of light swiftly bloomed. Under Chen Zhiming’s perfect control of the Primordial Spirit, the Bronze Sword turned from a downward slash into a horizontal sweep, aiming to slice his head in two.

How could Meng Chuan not be aware?

His large hand twisted the halberd shaft, aggressively pressing downward, the Qi Strength surged like an ocean, resembling a dam release, vast and majestic.

Not finished yet, gripping tightly with five fingers and twisting fiercely, the rotating force transmitted inch by inch, the Halberd Blade revived as if alive and twisted to slay the Bronze Sword!

Bang, bang, bang!

Rapid clashing sounds of metal resounded continuously, the Bronze Sword became wrapped in the halberd shadows, hooked firmly by the Crescent, unable to escape.

Meng Chuan’s expression hardened, gripping the Big Halberd with both hands and resolutely pressing down, this strike was immensely powerful, driving the Bronze Sword towards the void-floating ruins.

Boom—!

The sword turned comet and crashed, Meng Chuan’s entire body ignited in flames, advancing rapidly.

The spreading dust couldn’t obstruct his vision, he grabbed the Magic Sword, urging his mind and soul, easily drawing a long white ribbon like a fog from the sword.

Chen Zhiming’s Primordial Spirit thoroughly emerged!

The opponent’s expression was extremely complex.

No matter how he racked his brains, he couldn’t guess why Meng Chuan’s strength was so terrifying.

Forced to this point, truly...

He didn’t even want to say anything, losing is losing, with no excuses to be made.

"Friend, farewell without farewell."

Meng Chuan smiled generously, wiping his palm over, rolling heat waves.

Chen Zhiming’s Primordial Spirit, completely extinguished.

The scene before his eyes crumbled inch by inch, Meng Chuan’s figure also turned ethereal, returning to the preparation room.

"Won, but I must say, definitely more formidable than Liao Huo!"

His heart was equally joyful, the indescribably wonderful feeling of defeating a strong opponent made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

Simply put, it’s one word.

Satisfying!

...

Great Chu official live broadcast room.

"Let’s congratulate Meng Chuan! He has defeated Great Chu’s number one Overlord, Chen Zhiming, and has won the chance to advance from the first group as its champion!

His next opponent will be the second group’s runner-up, Colby. Meng Chuan’s path to victory is only two matches away from reaching the top and being crowned First Generation. Let’s wait and see if he can step by step reach the summit!"