Chapter 139: Oppression! Anger! (1)

Seeing that the Jin Clan had sent out Jin Wu, the Disciples of the Jin Clan immediately broke into undisguised, playful smiles.

Gaze after gaze swept toward the Chen Clan camp like spectators at a play, filled with schadenfreude and a condescending attitude.

"It’s Big Brother Jin Wu! Haha, the Chen Clan is finished."

"Big Brother Jin Wu is the top among our Jin Clan’s Half-Step Great Powers." A Disciple gave a thumbs-up, looking smug. "The claim that he is invincible among those of the same rank is no lie."

"How can the Chen Clan’s so-called Grade Seven Dragon Bloodline even compare to a Grade Seven Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline?"

"Watch how Big Brother Jin Wu brutally crushes Chen Zhan and takes another round for our Jin Clan."

"I think Chen Zhan will be lucky to last ten moves."

The Jin Clan Disciples whispered among themselves, their voices low but just loud enough for the other side to hear clearly.

The Jin Clan Disciples’ certain posture of victory and contemptuous eyes were like needles pricking the hearts of the Chen Family Disciples.

In contrast, the atmosphere in the Chen Clan camp was heavy to the extreme.

Everyone knew that Chen Zhan was the last pillar of the Chen Clan’s younger generation, the only hope to reclaim their dignity and fight for victory.

All the expectations and all the pressure weighed heavily on the tall figure walking into the field.

"Big Brother Chen Zhan, keep it up!"

"You must win! Win back some pride for our Chen Clan!"

"Defeat Jin Wu and see if they still dare to be so arrogant."

"Big Brother Chen Zhan, we believe in you."

The Chen Family Disciples shouted one after another, their voices trembling slightly with excitement and tension.

They clenched their fists and stared intently at Chen Zhan, as if they wanted to transmit their own strength to him.

Hearing the hopeful cries of the Chen Family Disciples, the Jin Clan side immediately erupted into even louder laughter.

"Hahaha! Did you hear that? They’re still dreaming!"

"Defeat Big Brother Jin Wu? With just that Chen Zhan? A toad yawning—what big talk!"

"Can the Chen Clan people not see reality? Facts will teach them a lesson."

"Wake up, you Chen Clan loaches. None of you can rival our Jin Clan’s Divine Peng."

"Bullshit! Big Brother Chen Zhan will definitely win."

"You Jin Clan mixed-feather birds, don’t celebrate too early."

The Chen Family Disciples retorted, their faces flushed red.

But under the pressure of Jin Wu’s tyrannical Aura, their confidence inevitably weakened, becoming more of an unwilling stubbornness.

In the arena, Chen Zhan and Jin Wu stood facing each other. Their Auras clashed, and the air seemed to hum.

Jin Wu crossed his arms, tilted his chin slightly, and sized up Chen Zhan with the corner of his eye, his mouth curling into a cruel arc.

"Chen Zhan? I heard you’re the number one of the Chen Clan’s younger generation? Pity, after today, the Chen Clan’s younger generation will have a gap."

His tone was flippant, carrying the playfulness of a cat catching a mouse. "Tell me, how do you want to die? I, Jin Wu, have always been merciful. I’ll give you three choices."

He held up three fingers and counted them off one by one.

"One: tendon-pulling. I’ll pull out those dragon blood tendons you’re so proud of, one by one."

"Two: skinning. I’ll peel off this skin of yours covered in dragon scales intact; it should make a fine collectible."

"Three: bloodletting. I’ll drain that pathetic bit of dragon blood in your body to irrigate this land. Consider it a contribution to Tuyang City."

Such vicious and arrogant words made the Chen Clan members tremble with rage, wishing they could rush up and tear him to pieces immediately.

Chen Zhan’s face was resolute, and his eyes were like solid rock. Facing the provocation, he simply and slowly assumed the starting stance of the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture.

His voice was steady and cold. "Your nonsense is as nauseating as you are. If you want to fight, then fight. Today, I will break your bird wings and crush your sharp claws."

"Seeking death!" Jin Wu’s eyes turned cold as killing intent erupted.

Jin Wu’s figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

"Golden Peng Art, Extreme Speed Assassination!"

He turned into a golden stream of light. His speed was more than a notch faster than the previous Jin Yuan, appearing on Chen Zhan’s left almost as if teleporting.

His hand-blade was like lightning, chopping straight at Chen Zhan’s neck, the sharp wind tearing through the air.

"Sacred Dragon Shakes the Earth!"

Chen Zhan reacted extremely quickly. With a low roar, he neither dodged nor avoided, his right fist wrapped in a heavy earthy-yellow light. Like a giant dragon swinging its tail, he struck out fiercely.

He did not pursue speed, but instead used power to break through finesse, responding with an area attack.

Boom!

The fist and palm collided, letting out a dull sonic boom.

Both figures swayed simultaneously, each taking a step back as the ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch.

"Interesting. It seems you’re not just a pure sandbag!"

Jin Wu licked his lips, the Battle Intent in his eyes growing even stronger.

The next moment, the two collided again.

The Profound Truths of the Golden Peng Art and the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture were displayed to the fullest by the two of them.

Jin Wu’s movement was ghostly and his speed was astonishing as he constantly circled Chen Zhan.

Golden claw shadows, finger winds, and leg whips rained down like a storm, striking at Chen Zhan from every tricky angle.

His attacks carried the characteristic sharpness of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline, appearing capable of penetrating any defense.

Chen Zhan, meanwhile, remained as steady as Mount Tai, pushing the defense and power of the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture to their limits.

His Qi and blood surged within him, faintly accompanied by the roar of a dragon as dark-yellow dragon scales covered his body, allowing him to tank most of the attacks.

His counterattacks were heavy and powerful. Every punch and every kick contained the immense force to shatter mountains and crack rocks, forcing Jin Wu to dodge frequently, not daring to take them head-on.

Clang! Clang! Screech!

The sounds of fist-to-flesh impacts and the ear-piercing screech of sharp claws scraping against dragon scales were incessant.

The two fought from the center of the field to the edge. Everywhere they passed, the ground crumbled and dust filled the air.

The battle was exceptionally intense, making it difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

Chen Xiao watched the battle quietly from the side, a faint golden light flickering in the depths of his eyes.

In his vision, the energy within both of them was operating at high speed, but neither had yet truly triggered that dormant Bloodline Origin.

"For now, they seem evenly matched. Jin Wu has the advantage in speed and penetration, while Chen Zhan excels in strength and defense. But..." Chen Xiao thought to himself.

"Once the Bloodlines are activated, the Golden-Winged Great Peng’s suppression of the Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon will manifest."

"Unless Chen Zhan can crush him with absolute power or has a stronger trump card, he is bound to lose in a prolonged fight."

Sure enough, Jin Wu, unable to land a decisive blow, was the first to lose patience.

"The warm-up should be over. Let me show you what true power is."

Jin Wu let out a sharp cry as a violent power suddenly awakened within him.

Skree!

A sharp Peng cry tore through the sky. Behind Jin Wu, a pair of much more solid golden light wings suddenly spread out, with a wingspan of nearly three meters.

Golden light flared around him, and his Aura suddenly surged. His speed, strength, and sharpness all improved across the board.

Golden hair even began to peek out slightly from under his skin, and his eyes turned into a pure, brilliant gold, filled with wildness and ferocity.

"As if I’d be afraid of you! Dragon Blood Boil!"

Chen Zhan was not to be outdone. Amidst his roar, the dragon blood in his body surged like lava.

Roar!

A low dragon roar emanated from within him.

The dark-yellow dragon scales on his body became even thicker, shimmering with a metallic luster.

Two small bumps even faintly protruded from his forehead as an even more ancient and brutal Aura spread out.

His strength and defense increased once again, and the Qi and blood around him rose up like a pillar of smoke.

Bloodline Power, fully activated!