Chapter 693 - 184: Desperately Seeking Defeat, Demonic Transformation

Chapter 693: Chapter 184: Desperately Seeking Defeat, Demonic Transformation

In the next instant, Chu Fan’s right hand shot out like an iron pincer. Swift as a thunderbolt, it precisely gripped the wrist of Zhang Tianhao’s sword hand!

"How is this possible!!"

Zhang Tianhao’s face paled in shock, his pupils contracting violently.

The timing, angle, and foresight of that grab made it clear that Chu Fan had locked onto his hiding place long ago!

’Was this guy just acting before?!’

Before he could recover from his shock, as Chu Fan gripped his wrist, he used the momentum to spin. His left elbow, carrying the force of a collapsing mountain, smashed viciously toward Zhang Tianhao’s head!

Close-quarters combat was Chu Fan’s true domain!

The "Twelve True Forms Fist" unfurled, and the "Flowing Frost Domain" enveloped the area.

A wave of Cold Qi wrapped around Zhang Tianhao, slowing his movements and making his steps sluggish!

Zhang Tianhao hadn’t noticed the Cold Qi. With the pressure points on his sword-wielding wrist seized, half his body went numb. Unable to evade, he could only hastily raise his left hand and gather his Protective Primordial Qi to block.

BAM!!

An incredibly dull thud of flesh on flesh rang out.

The elbow, heavy as a mountain and utterly without flair, contained violence in its purest form. It shattered Zhang Tianhao’s defensive Primordial Qi on his left hand like deadwood and slammed viciously into his forearm and face!

"Ugh!"

Zhang Tianhao grunted, his entire face instantly contorting as he spat out a mouthful of blood!

"How can he be this strong!"

As excruciating pain washed over him, his mind reeled in shock.

For a moment, he had the strange feeling he was facing his own monstrous cousin, Zhang Tianyu!

Chu Fan’s seemingly simple elbow strike showed no obvious fluctuations of Primordial Qi, yet it felt like a great mountain crashing down with unbearable weight.

That feeling of being purely crushed by a physical body was enough to drive one to despair!

’I absolutely cannot let him tie me down!’

WHOOSH!

Zhang Tianhao was a Bright Heart Realm expert with seasoned combat experience, after all. He endured the intense pain, and with a flash of thought, formed a Substitute Seal Technique.

With a soft POP, his entire body suddenly exploded into countless scattered white feathers, bizarrely breaking free from Chu Fan’s iron grip.

But his longsword fell to the ground!

"Go!"

The moment he escaped, Zhang Tianhao’s figure had yet to reappear. The already-furious ice pellets in the air seemed to have been provoked, swarming toward Chu Fan with even greater madness, trying to stop his pursuit!

Facing the sky-filling rain of ice, Chu Fan turned slightly, moving as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in his own garden, and easily dodged the dense barrage.

Then, his right foot stomped down, creating an air-splitting boom.

BOOM!

Like a cannonball, he shot forward without pause, heading straight east!

The instant he charged out, some seventy feet away in the eastern sky, Zhang Tianhao—blood trickling from his mouth as his form had just solidified—watched in horror as the figure in his vision rapidly enlarged.

’He really can "see" me!’

"Too fast!"

Zhang Tianhao’s scalp tingled with fear. He didn’t even have time to wipe the blood from his mouth as he slammed his hands together.

"Ice-Sealed Tomb!"

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

An ultimate Cold Qi instantly swept in. The rainwater at their feet surged upward and froze in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, both of them were frozen inside a massive, transparent block of ice thirty feet tall!

At the critical moment, Zhang Tianhao had actually frozen himself along with Chu Fan!

On the surface of the enormous block of ice, Zhang Tianhao’s figure passed through the solid ice and walked out as if he were transparent.

Water Escape Skill!

But he had just stepped out of the ice and hadn’t even caught his breath when a spine-chilling cracking sound came from within the massive block of ice trapping Chu Fan behind him.

Immediately after—

BOOM!!

The ice exploded, and a blizzard of ice shards filled the air!

A figure wreathed in a monstrous Fierce Evil Qi charged out from the center of the explosion, completely unharmed.

"This... this is practically an ancient, humanoid Fierce Beast!"

Zhang Tianhao’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He didn’t dare to linger for even a moment.

With a single step, he covered thirty feet, his entire body vanishing again as he tried to create more distance.

At the same time, he frantically channeled his Divine Sense. Countless ice pellets gathered in the air again, whistling with a sharper sound than before, and launched a frenzied assault on the relentlessly pursuing figure like a volley of ten thousand arrows.

Chu Fan’s expression was blank, his gaze as cold as a blade.

He moved across the field at high speed in an erratic, bizarre pattern. The tracking ice pellets, clinging like a plague, couldn’t even touch the corner of his clothes.

That exquisite "Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step" made even Sword Traceless and Hong Mei’Er frown in concentration!

After dodging all the attacks...

Chu Fan’s figure abruptly changed direction, charging without warning toward an empty spot in the northeast.

The Qi and blood in his body roared, his spine-dragon trembled, and a wild, domineering aura surged forth.

He clenched his fist and threw a simple, unadorned, yet unstoppable "Bear Form Shattering Fist" at the empty air!

At that moment, the phantom image of a giant bear appeared behind him!

It carried an oppressive aura that seemed to come from an ancient Fierce Beast!

BOOM!!!

The Fist Force erupted, and the air shattered!

In the spot that had been empty a moment ago, the space seemed to break apart, and Zhang Tianhao appeared, his face filled with terror!

The thick ice crystal shield he had hastily summoned was instantly pulverized like paper under Chu Fan’s fist, which was filled with wild power!

The remaining Fist Momentum, undiminished, slammed heavily into his chest.

Struck as if by lightning, Zhang Tianhao staggered backward. With every step he took, the arena floor beneath his feet cracked and splintered!

WHOOSH!

The sound of the wind hadn’t faded before a figure arrived.

Knocked back by the punch, Zhang Tianhao had yet to regain his footing when his vision blurred. The suffocating pressure in front of him vanished, replaced by a terrifying, vicious gust of wind exploding from behind!

Chu Fan’s figure had moved like a phantom, appearing without warning in Zhang Tianhao’s blind spot behind him.

Chu Fan raised his right fist, his muscles bulging. In the air behind him, the faint phantom of a fierce tiger with upturned eyes and a white forehead materialized.

"Twelve True Forms Fist," "Tiger Form"—Pouncing Tiger Descends the Mountain!