Chapter 138: The First Battle (2)

"Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture, Coiling Dragon Guard!"

Chen Yun’s reaction was also extremely fast; the dragon blood within him boiled, and mysterious yellow dragon scales instantly covered his arms as he crossed them in front of him, a heavy and solid Aura spreading out.

Clang!

A sound like metal clashing exploded!

Jin Yuan’s sharp claws struck hard against Chen Yun’s dragon-scaled arm guards, sending a shower of sparks flying.

Chen Yun’s body shook violently, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and he slid back half a step, several shallow white marks appearing on the dragon scales on his arms.

"Hmph! The tortoise shell is quite hard, but let’s see how many hits you can block."

Failing the first strike, Jin Yuan’s figure moved rapidly around Chen Yun like a ghost, his claws swinging in succession.

One sharp golden claw shadow after another enveloped Chen Yun like a torrential storm.

"Golden Peng Wind Tear!"

"Peng Feather Thousand Strikes!"

Chen Yun pushed the defensive stance of the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture to its limit.

Whether parrying or striking back, faint dragon roars echoed as his blood surged, and he struggled to hold his ground.

His attacks were equally fierce; his dragon fists swung out with whistling winds, attempting to catch Jin Yuan’s figure.

But Jin Yuan’s speed was simply too fast; often, just as Chen Yun’s attack arrived, the man was no longer there, instead launching an assault from a tricky angle.

"Hahaha! Slow! Too slow! This is dragon blood? What’s the difference between this and a snail’s crawl?" Jin Yuan mocked wantonly while attacking. "Can you only take hits? You’re losing all the Chen Clan’s face."

Chen Yun clenched his teeth and didn’t say a word.

He knew speed was the opponent’s advantage; he had to stay steady and look for a chance to counterattack.

He endured several claw strikes, his dragon scales shattering and several bloody marks appearing on his body, but his gaze remained sharp.

"Roar!"

Knowing he couldn’t keep defending forever, Chen Yun suddenly erupted.

The Bloodline Power within him surged, and he threw a punch; a dragon-shaped Qi roared out, temporarily forcing Jin Yuan back.

"Activating your Bloodline? I can do that too!" Jin Yuan gave a cruel laugh. "Let me show you the true power of the Golden Peng!"

Screech!

A sharp peng cry rang out, and a pair of faint golden light-wing phantoms appeared behind Jin Yuan.

His speed exploded once again!

His whole being seemed to turn into a streak of real golden lightning, attacking Chen Yun frantically.

His claw winds became even sharper, each strike containing a will that could tear through anything.

Slash!

Chen Yun failed to react in time and was struck in the chest by the claw wind.

His tough robes, along with the dragon scales beneath, were torn open into a deep wound, and blood immediately gushed out.

He groaned, his footsteps faltering.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse!

Under Jin Yuan’s extreme speed and the Golden Peng Art’s unique armor-breaking ability, Chen Yun’s defense began to collapse, and his injuries continued to worsen.

He was beaten into a steady retreat, only barely able to protect his vital points.

"Die!"

Killing intent surged in Jin Yuan’s eyes; spotting a flaw, he lunged like lightning toward Chen Yun’s heart.

The golden light at his fingertips condensed to the limit, intending to kill with one strike.

Chen Yun’s pupils shrank violently as he felt a fatal crisis.

Though unwilling, he knew that defeat was certain, and continuing to hold on would only lead to death.

"I admit defeat!"

At the critical moment, Chen Yun used all his strength to shout.

At the same time, he kicked off the ground and rolled backward without regard for his image, escaping the combat circle at maximum speed and retreating to the front of the Chen Clan camp.

He looked quite wretched, his chest covered in blood and his Aura withered.

"Hmph! Consider yourself fast at running!"

Jin Yuan stopped and stood with the arrogance and disdain of a victor, as if he had merely swatted away a fly.

"Trash! Running away already?"

"What bullshit dragon blood? It can’t even take a hit!"

"It seems the Chen Clan’s loach Bloodline is only suitable for burrowing in the mud! Hahaha!"

Seeing this, the Jin Clan Disciples erupted in even more unrestrained mockery and laughter, with all sorts of foul language filling the air.

The several Elders of the Jin Clan also showed undisguised smiles of triumph on their faces.

Jin Wushang feigned a scolding:

"Shut up! All of you be quiet! It’s just winning one match; what’s there to be proud of? Clan Head Chen is still right across from us, don’t be rude!"

However, when he turned to Chen Xiao, his face was covered with a hypocritical smile as he said in a sincere tone:

"Brother Chen Xiao, I’m truly sorry. The Disciples in my clan are young and impetuous, not knowing how to restrain themselves. They’re just speaking the plain truth, saying whatever they think."

"I hope you and everyone in the Chen Clan won’t take it to heart, hahaha!"

These words seemed like an apology but were actually more disgusting than a direct insult, fully displaying the face of someone who gloats after getting the upper hand.

"Jin Wushang, you..."

A Chen Clan Elder was so angry his beard trembled; he pointed at Jin Wushang, unable to speak for a long time.

The Chen Family Disciples’ faces were all flushed red with suppressed anger, their fists clenched so tightly their nails almost dug into their palms.

A sense of immense humiliation filled everyone’s heart, but with the defeat before them, they were powerless to argue and could only suppress this rage deep in their chests.

Chen Tian trembled with rage and growled, "This is too much! If my Cultivation didn’t forbid it, I would go up and tear their mouths apart."

Chen Xiao’s face was ashen, but as the head of the Clan, he had to remain calm.

He suppressed his anger, ignored Jin Wushang’s provocation, and said solemnly, "We lost the first round. Prepare for the second!"

His gaze swept toward a young man behind him who had remained silent, yet whose Aura was the most stable and powerful.

That young man was tall with knotted muscles, a resolute face, and eyes like solid rock.

It was the number one person of the Chen Clan’s younger generation, Chen Zhan!

"Chen Zhan, you go for the second round! You must win; failure is not an option!"

Chen Xiao’s voice carried an indisputable decisiveness.

Chen Zhan didn’t speak; he just nodded heavily and walked into the field with steady steps.

With every step he took, his Aura condensed further, like a volcano about to erupt.

At the same time, a person stepped out from the Jin Clan camp.

This person was named Jin Wu, and his Cultivation was surprisingly at the Ninth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm; his Aura was sharp, and his eyes were like knives as they locked onto Chen Zhan.

In the second round, the ace Disciples of both sides faced off early.

The atmosphere in the field instantly became even more oppressive and tense.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on the two in the field.

The outcome of this battle was of vital importance.