Chapter 142: The Might of a Single Punch

The moment Chen Chuan stood firm in the center of the field, the dead silence and the clamor formed a collision of ice and fire.

On the Chen Family’s side, there was a deathly silence born of despair.

Meanwhile, on the Jin Family’s side, after a brief moment of shock, an even more violent outburst of laughter and mockery erupted.

The Jin Family Disciples laughed so hard they were leaning every which way, looking at Chen Chuan as if he were a clown seeking attention.

They were waiting, waiting for Jin Yuan to use thunderous methods to tear this reckless kid to pieces; that scene would surely be extremely satisfying.

In the field, the playfulness on Jin Yuan’s face was almost overflowing.

He crossed his arms, tilted his chin slightly, and looked at Chen Chuan with the gaze one would give a fool, his tone arrogant to the extreme:

"Are you trying to make me die of laughter? With your meager Cultivation, you aren’t even worthy of scratching an itch for me."

Chen Chuan didn’t waste any more words.

Actions are always more powerful than words.

Inside his body, the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture suddenly activated, and a surge of Bloodline Power—not particularly vast, but exceptionally pure and heavy—instantly surged.

He didn’t use any fancy movement techniques; he simply stepped forward directly, his figure like an arrow leaving a bow as he charged at Jin Yuan.

There was no golden light shining, no roar of air explosions, only a sense of pressure restrained to the extreme that permeated as he charged.

Facing this seemingly ordinary charge, the disdain on Jin Yuan’s face grew even thicker.

He didn’t even bother to take a defensive or evasive stance, standing there carelessly with a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth, waiting for Chen Chuan to walk right into his trap.

Jin Yuan sneered inwardly: ’Watch me crush your fist with one hand.’

In his view, Chen Chuan’s attack was completely suicidal.

He had even thought it through: the moment Chen Chuan’s fist touched his body, he would circulate his Golden Peng Power to shatter the arm along with the bones into a blood mist.

"It’s over..."

"Don’t look..."

In the Chen Family camp, many Disciples closed their eyes in pity or covered them with their hands.

They seemed to have already foreseen the miserable scene of Chen Chuan’s arm bones snapping and him flying back while spitting blood in the next second.

A great sense of humiliation made them unable to look directly.

Chen Xiao gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His heart was in his throat; although he held a sliver of hope for Chen Chuan, Jin Yuan’s defenseless and arrogant posture made him even more uneasy.

Chen Tian even held his breath, staring at the field without blinking, praying frantically in his heart:

"Brother Chen Chuan, you must create a miracle!"

Just as Chen Chuan’s fist was about to touch the lapel of Jin Yuan’s chest...

A sudden change occurred!

Deep in Chen Chuan’s eyes, a flash of mysterious yellow color flickered and vanished.

Above his seemingly ordinary fist, a terrifying power, like a dormant volcano, suddenly erupted.

"True Dragon Breaks the Heavens!"

The low voice seemed to come from a primordial dragon’s roar, accompanied by a vast force that could shake the heavens and earth.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was extremely compressed, letting out an overburdened hum.

Jin Yuan, whose face had been full of playfulness, had his pupils contract to the size of needle tips in an instant.

A fatal sense of crisis originating from life’s instincts felt like ice water poured over his head, making the hair all over his body stand on end.

"Impossible!"

Jin Yuan let out a terrified roar in his heart.

How could this be the power of a First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm?

This was clearly a terrifying explosion that far exceeded his own Fifth Level Cultivation.

He had underestimated his opponent!

He had been careless!

This kid is strange!

As the shadow of death loomed, the arrogance and playfulness on Jin Yuan’s face were instantly replaced by boundless fear.

He wanted to dodge, but the distance was too close, and Chen Chuan’s speed surged at the moment of exertion; there was no time at all.

He could only hurriedly mobilize all his Golden Peng Bloodline Qi, crossing his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to withstand the blow.

Boom!

When the fist and arms met, what sounded was not the dull thud of flesh colliding, but rather like a giant hammer hitting worn-out leather, accompanied by the clear sound of cracking bones.

Crack!

Pfft!

Jin Yuan only felt an indescribable force, like a prehistoric beast, smash through his defenses.

A piercing pain came from his arms; clearly, the bones had cracked.

His entire being was like a bull being hit head-on by a high-speed charge; his feet left the ground, and he flew backward uncontrollably.

While in mid-air, a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed out, drawing a striking bloodline in the air.

Bang!

He crashed heavily onto the ground more than ten meters away, rolling several times before barely coming to a stop.

His clothes were torn and he was in a wretched state; where was even half of his previous arrogant air?

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone’s eyes widened and their mouths hung open as they watched this subversive scene in disbelief.

The youth in green, whom they thought would be killed in seconds, still maintained his punching posture, as steady as a mountain.

Meanwhile, the once-unbeatable Jin Yuan was lying on the ground spitting blood like a dead dog.

"This... how is this possible?"

A Jin Family Disciple was the first to react, crying out in shock, his voice so sharp it went out of tune.

"Jin Yuan was... was sent flying? And he’s spitting blood?"

"Am I seeing things? A First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm injured the Fifth Level Jin Yuan with one punch?"

The Jin Family camp instantly boiled over, with cries of shock and questioning rising one after another.

The Elders also changed color abruptly, their faces written with shock and incomprehension.

They could not accept this fact.

"Underestimating the enemy! Jin Yuan must have underestimated his enemy!" a Jin Family Elder said with a grim face and a decisive tone: "If not for that, how could he have been successfully blindsided by that kid?"

"Right! It must be so, Jin Yuan was too careless."

"As long as Jin Yuan gets serious and uses his Bloodline Power, killing him will be as easy as turning over a hand."

The Jin Family Disciples seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, echoing one after another, forcibly suppressing the unease in their hearts and reigniting their confidence in Jin Yuan.

They didn’t want to believe that Chen Chuan was truly that strong.

On the Chen Family’s side, after a brief period of daze, an indescribable wild joy and excitement, like a long-suppressed volcano, erupted with a bang.

"He was blown away! He sent Jin Yuan flying!"

"He’s injured, Jin Yuan is spitting blood!"

"My god! He’s actually this strong?"

Those Disciples who had originally covered their eyes lowered their hands, their faces filled with extreme shock and pleasant surprise.

The camp that had been deathly quiet was instantly ignited.

"Chen Chuan! Good job!"

"Beat him to death! Kill this arrogant piece of trash Jin Yuan!"

"Let him be wild! Now he knows how powerful you are!"

The Chen Family Disciples waved their fists, their faces flushed with excitement, their voices trembling with extreme exhilaration.

All the frustration, humiliation, and despair they had suffered before found an outlet at this moment, turning into the most fanatical support and shouting for Chen Chuan.

Chen Xiao’s clenched fists slowly relaxed, his tense body loosened slightly, his brows finally smoothed out, and a startling brilliance erupted in his eyes.

He looked at the figure in green in the field, a huge surprise and hope surging in his heart: ’This boy is indeed extraordinary! My Chen Family is saved!’

Chen Tian even jumped up in excitement, waving his arms and roaring with all his might: "Brother Chen Chuan! Beautifully done! Kill him!"

In the field, Jin Yuan struggled to prop up his body, the piercing pain from his arms making the veins on his forehead throb.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked up again, there was no longer any playfulness or contempt on his face, replaced by boundless anger and malice.

Jin Yuan stared fixedly at Chen Chuan, his gaze like a venomous snake: "I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

What a great humiliation!

He, a dignified Genius of the Jin Family and a Fifth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, was actually punched flying and made to spit blood in public by a First Level kid.

This was simply more painful than killing him!