Chapter 696 - 184: Solely Seeking Defeat, Demonic Transformation

Chapter 696: Chapter 184: Solely Seeking Defeat, Demonic Transformation

The reason was simple...

Chu Fan had once sat in the Vajra Sect’s Body Tempering Pool, unleashing the complete Vajra Subduing Demon Skill and absorbing all the energy within it.

The path of a Body Cultivator was incredibly difficult, paved with life-and-death struggles and the passage of time...

Although the Vajra Sect had obtained the complete Vajra Subduing Demon Skill, achieving proficiency was impossible without ten to twenty years of patient, arduous training.

Many disciples had lost hope and were just going through the motions.

But today!

Chu Fan’s invincible display on the stage—that domineering aura as he ground a Bright Heart Realm Magic Cultivator into the dust—showed them the ultimate hope for Body Cultivators!

’Is this the Vajra Subduing Demon Skill after reaching the Great Success stage?’

’It’s too brutal!’

’Too inspiring!’

In their simple logic, Chu Fan was so powerful because he had to be a direct blood relative of their founder, having practiced the most orthodox Vajra Subduing Demon Skill since childhood!

"SOB... The founder’s spirit has shown itself!"

"There’s hope for our Vajra Sect!"

A group of burly men from the Vajra Sect wept while clutching their heads, creating a scene that was both moving and bizarre.

"..."

The people from the other gangs and factions watched this scene and subconsciously shuffled away, their faces etched with confusion.

’Chu Fan from the Demon Suppression Bureau thrashed Zhang Tianhao, so what are you guys getting so worked up about?’

’Does this have anything to do with your Vajra Sect?’

’Have these guys trained their muscles so much they’ve gone stupid?’

...

Meanwhile, at the highest point of the viewing stands, the prodigies had gathered.

Scrutinizing gazes and threads of Divine Sense, almost tangible in their intensity, fell upon Chu Fan.

Even Hong Mei’er, the Holy Maiden of the Emotional Silk Sect, who was usually arrogant and flirtatious, had now put away her disdain and mockery.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed as she sized up Chu Fan with unprecedented gravity.

Chu Fan had only defeated Zhang Tianhao, a member of a side branch of the Zhang Family at the Fourth Heaven of the Bright Heart Realm. In the eyes of the true top prodigies, the significance of this battle was ordinary.

Hong Mei’er, Ah Linglong, and the others did not consider Chu Fan their equal just because of this one battle.

But as experts, they couldn’t help but subconsciously simulate a fight in their minds... ’If I were to face this brute, how would I handle it?’

The man was like a humanoid T-Rex wrapped in human skin.

If he got close, even a moment’s carelessness could lead to a relentless, unreasonable barrage of attacks that would likely shatter their defensive shields before they could even unleash their powerful Martial Arts!

...

「In the area of Prince Zhennan’s Mansion.」

Princess Zhaohua glanced once at the returning Chu Fan, then looked away.

Beside her, Wang Yiyi’s eyes shifted as she murmured, "He’s much stronger than last time... Just how does that guy cultivate?"

Princess Zhaohua didn’t respond, as if Wang Yiyi hadn’t been speaking to her at all.

Behind them, Wang Dandan wiped away a cold sweat.

’If my sister hadn’t stopped me earlier, I would have already fought Chu Fan.’

’Oh, no...’

’What fight?’

’Chu Fan would have beaten the shit out of me.’

’Fucking hell... How can a Demon Suppression Guard at the Third Heaven of Divine Power Realm be this terrifyingly strong?’

...

The tournament didn’t stop because of Zhang Tianhao’s departure. Instead, as time went on, the atmosphere only grew more heated.

"Next match: Zhang Tianyu of the Qing Province Zhang Family versus Zhao Qing of the Iron Sword Sect!"

"Next match: Princess Zhaohua versus the Flame Sect..."

The referee’s booming voice echoed continuously as one famous Qing Province prodigy after another took the stage.

On the stage, light and shadow intertwined, and Primordial Qi surged.

Zhang Tianyu lived up to his name as the Zhang Family’s number one genius. Without even unsheathing his sword, he used a single "Wandering Dragon Thunderclap Palm" to grievously injure Zhao Qing of the Iron Sword Sect;

Princess Zhaohua, with just a simple sword strike, tore through the sky-scorching flames conjured by the Flame Sect’s prodigy, sending him flying while coughing up blood;

And then there was Sword Traceless, who had been standing with his eyes closed, clutching his sword. When he stepped onto the stage, he simply pointed his fingers like a blade, unleashing Sword Qi like a great river at sunset, directly forcing his opponent to drop their weapon and surrender.

However, as Chu Fan watched these seemingly spectacular, climactic duels from the Seven Stars Gang’s section, a barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

’Heh, what an "interesting" draw...’

Chu Fan couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

’It was too much of a coincidence.’

’An absurd coincidence.’

Several rounds had passed, and Zhang Tianyu, Princess Zhaohua, Sword Traceless, Hong Mei’er... all the acknowledged top-tier prodigies had perfectly avoided each other.

They hadn’t even run into any second-tier experts who might pose a slight threat.

Without exception, their opponents were all "green leaves"—cannon fodder sent by the various sects to fill the numbers.

Chu Fan had originally thought the floating light screen from the Array was so intelligent, so random.

But it turned out that the matchups were all "fixed," manipulated from behind the scenes by powerful figures.

This so-called tournament wasn’t an Asura Scene to determine the strongest, but a carefully choreographed "show."

It was merely a grand stage for these prodigies to display their power, a chance for them to boost their reputations under the public eye and establish the prestige of their respective sects and Noble Families.

’The real battlefield was never here.’

’The real battlefield is inside the Profound Origin Secret Realm!’

In this tournament, everyone still had to worry about saving face and knew when to stop.

Many of the geniuses were even unwilling to reveal their strongest Secret Skills.

In seven days, when they entered that isolated little world with no one watching, that would be when the daggers were truly drawn—a time for life-and-death struggles.

Chu Fan withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the stage.

Although he was unimpressed by this charade, he didn’t let his guard down.

Like a precision instrument, he watched every duel between the Bright Heart Realm experts with intense focus, especially those involving opponents on the level of Sword Traceless and Zhang Tianyu.

He constructed one virtual battlefield after another in his mind, placing himself within them and running through repeated life-and-death simulations.