Chapter 684 - 182: Invincible at Acupoint? Sorry, Wrong Place.

Chapter 684: Chapter 182: Invincible at Acupoint? Sorry, Wrong Place.

And yet, it was this Chu Fan!

He had just stood there, tanking the Ice Cones with his Golden Bell Shield for a moment, and then, as if he could see the future, shattered the ice concealing her True Body with a single slash!

"How in the world did he do that?"

In the stands, Zhang Tianyu, Sword Traceless, Ah Linglong, Hong Mei’Er... all the top young prodigies of Qing Province, furrowed their brows even deeper.

"Judging from the brutal physique and speed that fellow showed before, we all guessed he was an extreme ’Body Cultivator’..."

Zhang Tianyu tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his expression shifting uncertainly. "But Body Cultivators have always had weak Divine Souls. How could his Divine Sense, while he’s only in the Divine Power Realm, surpass ours, who are at the peak of the Bright Heart Realm?"

"It’s illogical! Utterly impossible!"

But the facts were right in front of them.

If Chu Fan’s Divine Sense wasn’t monstrously strong, how could he have pinpointed Bai Bing’Er’s location in the middle of such a fast-changing battle?

Subtly, these proud and arrogant prodigies no longer saw Chu Fan as a challenger from a lower realm, but... as a formidable rival of their own level, one they would have to face with all their strength!

"This kid’s power is unfathomable."

Hong Mei’Er waved her round fan, her beautiful eyes shimmering. "At this rate, it’ll probably only take him the time of a single incense stick to clear the Acupoint Realm arena."

"He must be aiming for the Bright Heart Realm arena."

"When that time comes, we’ll surely face him!"

Sword Traceless tightened his grip on his sword. "I’m looking forward to it. We’ll see if his speed is faster, or if my sword is."

Just as Zhang Tianyu and the others were lost in their own thoughts, a dumbfounding scene unfolded below the Acupoint Realm arena.

The Acupoint Realm experts who had been queuing up, scrambling to be the next to get on stage and "teach Chu Fan a lesson," were now, one by one, leaving the line with grim expressions and returning to the stands!

Before, they were a fired-up mob. Now, they were collectively chickening out.

You couldn’t blame them...

Every single one of them had replayed that last fight in their minds.

They, too, had tried frantically searching for Bai Bing’Er with their Divine Sense, only to come up with nothing.

If they had been the ones on stage, facing an endless barrage of Ice Cones and an enemy they couldn’t even catch, the only outcome would have been getting worn down to their deaths!

Even Bai Bing’Er was dragged out and slammed onto the ground by Chu Fan like a helpless chick. What would be the point of them going up?

To serve up free kills?

Based on just those two fights against Baili Guanhai and Bai Bing’Er, any discerning person could already tell:

This kid’s speed was as ghostly as the wind, his Divine Sense as vast as the sea, and his physical body as tyrannical as a dragon.

He was a hexagonal warrior, with no weaknesses!

No matter how stupid they were, they knew they had no chance of winning. They would only become stepping stones for Chu Fan’s fame.

If they were destined to be humiliated, it was better not to go up at all.

The people in the surrounding stands watched this group of prodigies return with their tails between their legs, yet no one uttered a single word of mockery.

Everyone’s opinion of Chu Fan had undergone an earth-shattering change.

From initial disdain and anger, it had transformed into awe, and even a hint of admiration.

Although they still couldn’t understand how Chu Fan had done it, that didn’t stop them from acknowledging the fact that he was strong.

Time dripped by, and soon, the duration of an incense stick had passed.

After Bai Bing’Er, a strange lull fell over the Acupoint Realm arena. Not a single person dared to step up and challenge him!

Just two matches!

Chu Fan had fought only two matches, and with his overwhelming dominance, he had completely intimidated the entire audience, silencing all the Acupoint Realm cultivators of Qing Province.

"Time’s up," Qingyangzi announced faintly.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chu Fan sheathed his saber, straightened his clothes, and walked off the Acupoint Realm arena with a calm expression.

Without pausing, he walked straight toward—the Bright Heart Realm arena, which represented the pinnacle of Qing Province’s combat power and had not yet been opened.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He was on the stage!

"..."

The buzzing discussions that had filled the entire venue were instantly cut off, as if choked, vanishing without a trace!

Countless people stared wide-eyed, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

Heavens!

Is this guy... really going to do something unprecedented in history?

Is he going to continue defending the arena in the Bright Heart Realm, just like he did for the Divine Power and Acupoint Realm arenas?!

Challenging all the top Bright Heart Realm prodigies of Qing Province with the body of a Divine Power Realm cultivator?!

How arrogant!

How insane!

But... it was also so damn exciting!

At this moment, regardless of their allegiances, countless young Martial Artists felt the blood in their veins boil and burn!

This grand feat of one person challenging the entire Cultivation Realm of Qing Province was something they wouldn’t even dare to dream of, yet today, someone was actually doing it!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In the top-tier viewing stands, Zhang Tianyu, Sword Traceless, Hong Mei’Er, and the others, who had been sitting calmly, could no longer remain seated.

One terrifying aura after another shot into the sky, multicolored pillars of Primordial Qi light piercing the clouds!

That was the pride and battle intent belonging to the most elite prodigies of Qing Province!

Their radiance was as dazzling as the sun; how could they tolerate it being overshadowed by a mere Demon Suppression Guard from the Demon Suppression Bureau?

’He still wants to defend the arena?’

’Has he asked us for permission?’

"Good, good, good! Since you’re looking to die, we’ll grant your wish!"

"Chu Fan! You’re provoking every prodigy here!"

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, with a great battle seemingly about to erupt at any moment and everyone holding their breath in anticipation of a world-shaking clash—

Chu Fan, who was already standing in the center of the Bright Heart Realm arena, suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned to face the group of prodigies, whose battle intent was like a rainbow and who looked ready to eat him alive.

He tilted his head back slightly, his expression blank, his gaze even a little vacant.

Then, he spoke, his tone as flat as if he were asking for directions. "Sorry, wrong place."

After speaking, under the dumbfounded, utterly bewildered gazes of everyone—including the group of prodigies who had just cranked their battle intent to the absolute maximum—he nonchalantly trotted down from the Bright Heart Realm arena.

"..."

The wind stopped.

The clouds stilled.

The sky-piercing battle intent was like an erupting volcano that had suddenly been plugged with a giant cork, forcefully stifled.

One breath.

Two breaths.

BOOM!!!

The entire crowd instantly exploded!

More violently than any time before!

"Holy shit! Even a clay figure has some fight in it!"

"That bastard! He’s messing with us! He made a fool out of all several thousand people here!"

"My emotions! My passion! I want a refund!"

"Beat him to death! Someone beat that scumbag to death for me!"

The furious crowd instantly lost all reason.

Even though a barrier was in place, people couldn’t stop themselves from grabbing whatever they could and throwing it.

Leftover fruit pits, rotten melon rinds, and even shoes people had taken off flew towards Chu Fan’s head like a sky-blotting rain of hidden weapons!

With a WHOOSH, Chu Fan greased his soles and took off, turning into a Residual Image and dashing to the base of the high platform where Qingyangzi stood.

"..."

Qingyangzi looked at Chu Fan hiding by his feet with an innocent expression, his own mouth twitching. He waved a hand, erecting a faint Primordial Qi Shield.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

All the thrown "hidden weapons" were deflected by the shield, clattering to the ground.

In the distant stands, Wang Yiyi, Li Qingcang, and others familiar with Chu Fan all had long faces, looking down with expressions that screamed, "I don’t know this guy."

This was especially true for the few prodigies who had just been preparing to fight for their lives. Their faces had turned the color of pig’s liver, their qi and blood flowed in reverse, and they felt so awful they wanted to vomit blood.

’This guy... is just asking for a beating like no one else...’

’Everyone’s battle intent had been so painstakingly roused, the mood had been built up to this point... even dying in battle would have been glorious!’

’And he hits us with a "Sorry, wrong place"?!’