Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 666 - 667: Can’t Take the Next Move

Chapter 666: Chapter 667: Can’t Take the Next Move

Wu Ying was a man who, with pure Martial Arts alone, ranked among the top ten on the Northern Domain’s Definitive List.

This type of Martial Artist was truly fearsome. The path of Martial Arts was fraught with hardship, and most Martial Artists wouldn’t focus solely on cultivating Martial Arts but would also learn other martial techniques and Cultivation Techniques.

However, if one truly excelled in the path of Martial Arts, reaching a high level of achievement, then that person’s strength would be truly terrifying.

Because pure Martial Arts had no inherent weaknesses, and Wu Ying was indeed a pure Martial Cultivator.

Only by surpassing him in actual strength could one hope to defeat him.

Anyone with less strength than Wu Ying, even if only by a single realm, wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

Chu Fengmian’s power was indeed formidable, enough to fight beyond his level, possessing countless fortuitous encounters, but in a test of strength, no one believed Chu Fengmian would prevail.

"Boom!"

The might of two fists collided violently in mid-air, their unrestrained force and pure strength wildly intertwining.

Below, countless onlookers, even those outside the arena, could feel the power erupting from the stage and grasp just how formidable it was.

Countless eyes were fixed on every move in that moment when the two fists struck, and both figures were obscured by the multitude of Spiritual Power.

It left the spectators unable to see what exactly was happening.

"Clang!"

At that moment, a figure was suddenly sent flying out of the fray, retreating dozens of steps before stabilizing.

All eyes at the scene followed and saw clearly who it was, their gazes filled with shock—it was Wu Ying who had been sent flying.

In the contest of strength, Wu Ying had actually lost.

The Spiritual Power dissipated, and Chu Fengmian stood in place, looking utterly at ease, whereas Wu Ying had been forced to take several steps back.

The result spoke for itself.

"Not bad, your strength. There haven’t been many who could force me back," Wu Ying conceded, his expression turning very serious.

He wasn’t a Martial Artist who specialized in strength, but even so, his strength was enough to surpass those of the same realm.

Among his peers in the same realm, he was considered invincible—let alone facing a Chu Fengmian who was still several realms below him.

"Unfortunately, with such strength, your chances of surviving against me are virtually nonexistent," Wu Ying said, looking at Chu Fengmian with a fierce expression.

Within that exchange, he had already gauged Chu Fengmian’s power.

"Today, in front of the Holy Master, I’ll blast you to oblivion and let everyone see what happens to those who dare oppose our Holy Faction!"

With those words, Wu Ying’s Martial Arts power burst forth again.

Immediately, the power of his Martial Arts coalesced once more around his fist.

Wu Ying had great confidence in his Martial Arts, and in his exchange with Chu Fengmian, he had thoroughly assessed Chu Fengmian’s strength.

Chu Fengmian was strong, but Wu Ying hadn’t used his full power yet.

"Boy, your talent is indeed great, even surpassing mine. However, it’s unfortunate that the overly rigid tend to break easily. Choosing to oppose our Holy Faction is the dumbest thing you’ve done in your life. Today, I, Wu Ying, will be the one to snuff out your genius!" Wu Ying sneered menacingly.

His fists charged violently towards Chu Fengmian.

This punch was no longer probing but a blow filled with the intent to kill.

"Boom!"

A punch was thrown, and the entire arena was filled with the roar of thunder. The fist wind surprisingly split into thousands, even a supreme pressure enveloping Chu Fengmian.

This punch transformed the surrounding ring, all under the influence of Martial Arts.

Every move within it was shrouded in Wu Ying’s Martial Arts.

Under the shroud of this Martial Arts, Chu Fengmian’s every move seemed to be greatly affected.

At the same time, the countless fist winds around him were bombarding towards Chu Fengmian from all directions, leaving him seemingly with nowhere to escape.

"This is Wu Ying’s Martial Arts! Wu Ying’s Martial Arts are enough to become a pressure, requiring at least thirty percent of one’s strength to contend with!"

"Damn, no matter how strong this kid is, losing thirty percent of his strength, how could he possibly still contend with Wu Ying!"

"This person’s realm is still too low. If he has passed the major life-and-death ordeal, he might still have the capital to fight Wu Ying. But now, all his serendipitous encounters are going to become someone else’s bridal robe."

Many Martial Artists below immediately saw the situation for what it was.

The reason Wu Ying was nearly invincible at his level was precisely because of his Martial Arts. Unless one’s strength was greater, they would be influenced by his Martial Arts.

Losing thirty percent of one’s strength.

In a battle of this level, losing thirty percent of strength was undoubtedly ensuring defeat.

Moreover, Wu Ying did not give Chu Fengmian any chance at all. The moment his Martial Arts shrouded down, his fist winds followed continuously.

Obviously, he did not give Chu Fengmian any chance to catch his breath, wanting to thoroughly annihilate him with a single move.

"You think such tricks could annihilate me? I’ve already given you one chance to make a move, and now you can die without regrets."

Chu Fengmian watched as Wu Ying’s countless fist winds fell, right when they were about to strike beside him.

Suddenly, numerous golden Spiritual Power manifested around Chu Fengmian’s body—this golden Spiritual Power began to coalesce, instantly forming into dragon scales.

At the same time, a fierce roar bellowed from Chu Fengmian’s mouth.

A chorus of Dragon Roars resounded.

The Martial Arts shrouding around Chu Fengmian were directly torn apart. With a sweep of Chu Fengmian’s hand, the countless fist winds were instantly shattered.

"War Dragon Dance Sky!"

Chu Fengmian transformed into an ancient war dragon and suddenly soared upwards.

His immense body hurtled towards Wu Ying with ferocity.

"Ah!"

A scream.

Wu Ying exerted all his strength in an attempt to resist, but in front of Chu Fengmian, he was utterly powerless.

Almost instantly, his body was directly smashed into pieces, leaving little more than a lump of flesh.

In the arena, just moments ago, the nearly invincible Wu Ying was turned into a mound of flesh in the blink of an eye, leaving the crowd staring in stunned silence.

The entire place fell deathly silent.

Wu Ying, ranked ninth on the Hundred Defeats List of the Northern Domain, had just been reduced to a pile of flesh under Chu Fengmian’s single move?

Initially, what Chu Fengmian said about giving Wu Ying a chance to make a move was seen as mere bravado by many Martial Cultivators.

But now it seemed, there was no exaggeration in Chu Fengmian’s words.

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