Chapter 143: Holding One’s Head High, Venting to One’s Heart’s Content

Boom!

Without holding anything back, he fully unleashed his Cultivation at the Fifth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

Violent golden blood and Qi rose from his body like flames, becoming even more blazing and sharp than before.

He no longer dared to be the slightest bit careless and directly circulated the Golden Peng Art.

His figure transformed into a golden afterimage, carrying a sharp Aura capable of tearing through anything as he lunged at Chen Chuan again.

"Golden Peng Wind-Tearing Claw!"

This time, he was playing for keeps.

Swinging both claws, streaks of golden claw shadows tore through the air with shrill whistles, enveloping Chen Chuan’s vital points.

Facing Jin Yuan’s full-strength attack fueled by rage, Chen Chuan’s expression remained calm.

He didn’t even take the initiative to activate more of his Bloodline Power.

He simply circulated the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture to its current peak and met the attack with his Cultivation at the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds of intense collisions rang out again as the two figures rapidly crossed paths in the field.

However, the expected stalemate did not occur.

The battle presented a completely one-sided situation.

Chen Chuan’s moves were simple and unadorned, yet every strike contained the heavy and majestic force unique to the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture, as if it could shake mountains.

His speed didn’t seem fast, yet he could always perfectly block Jin Yuan’s wind-swift claw strikes at just the right moment.

Clang!

Chen Chuan dispersed the claw shadows with a single punch, leaving Jin Yuan’s arm numb from the shock.

Slap!

Chen Chuan struck out with a palm, forcing Jin Yuan to retreat repeatedly as his blood and Qi churned.

Ssh!

Chen Chuan pointed with a finger, and the sharp wind from his fingertip actually carved a bloody gash on Jin Yuan’s cheek.

The more Jin Yuan fought, the more alarmed he became, and the more stifled he felt.

He felt that the speed and sharpness he took pride in were completely useless against the opponent’s absolute strength and combat intuition that seemed to predict everything.

His attacks landed on Chen Chuan like a clay ox entering the sea, only able to stir up slight ripples of blood and Qi.

In contrast, every one of Chen Chuan’s counterattacks required his full effort to deal with, shaking his internal organs to the point of displacement.

He was being completely suppressed!

He was beaten into a steady retreat, looking incredibly pathetic!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Jin Yuan screamed inwardly as the seeds of fear began to take root and sprout.

The opponent’s level of Spiritual Power refinement and control over strength completely exceeded his understanding of the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

"Hahaha! Well fought!"

"Chen Chuan is mighty!"

"Keep pressing him! This is so satisfying!"

The shouts of the Chen Family Disciples rose wave after wave, every face overflowing with the excitement and agitation of finally holding their heads high.

All the gloom the Jin Family had brought them previously was swept away at this moment by Chen Chuan’s powerful performance.

They no longer doubted Chen Chuan’s identity; that incredibly pure Aura of the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture was the best proof.

This was the Heavenly Pride of their Chen Family.

Chen Tian was even more hot-blooded, joining the crowd in wildly cheering.

He felt that the foul air he had been holding in his chest for so long was finally vented out in a satisfying manner.

In contrast, the Jin Family camp was now dead silent.

The smiles on the Disciples’ faces had long since frozen, replaced by shock, bewilderment, and incomprehension.

The Jin Yuan they had placed high hopes on was actually being completely suppressed by a kid whose Cultivation was four levels lower, beaten until he had no power to strike back?

This completely overturned their understanding of reality.

"How could this be... Senior Brother Jin Yuan clearly didn’t underestimate his opponent anymore..."

"That kid is strange; his strength is definitely not just at the First Level."

"Could he have hidden his Cultivation?"

The expressions of the Jin Family Elders also became increasingly unsightly.

Jin Wushang’s eyes were sinister as he stared fixedly at Chen Chuan, his thoughts unknown.

"Ah! I don’t believe it!"

In the field, Jin Yuan let out an extremely stifled roar.

Extreme rage drowned him, and he no longer hesitated, directly using his final trump card.

"Bloodline Activation! Golden Peng Descends!"

Screech!

A sharp Peng cry rang throughout the area as the Bloodline Power within Jin Yuan’s body burned wildly, and a pair of solid golden light wings suddenly unfurled behind him.

Although they weren’t as massive as Jin Wu’s, they still caused his Aura to surge, and his speed and attack power increased once again.

His eyes turned brilliant gold, filled with wild madness.

"Die for me! Golden Peng Void-Rending Kill!"

With a flap of his wings, his speed soared to the extreme, like a true bolt of golden lightning. His claws crossed, carrying a will that could tear through anything as he lunged for Chen Chuan’s vitals.

Facing the greatly empowered Jin Yuan, Chen Chuan finally became slightly more serious.

"Fifty percent should be enough."

He murmured in his heart, and for the first time, fifty percent of the dormant Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline in his body was triggered.

Hum!

An Aura far more ancient than Chen Zhan’s, like a giant dragon that had slept for eternity awakening, diffused from within Chen Chuan.

Mystic-yellow dragon scales instantly covered his body, shimmering with a cold and sturdy luster. Upon the scales, faint purple patterns flowed, noble and mysterious.

Within his eyes, it seemed as if dragon shadows were circling.

He didn’t perform any complex Divine Ability, still using a simple punch.

But this punch condensed fifty percent of the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline power and the essence of the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture.

As the punch went out, a faint dragon roar echoed, and space trembled.

Striking second but arriving first!

Under everyone’s shocked gazes, Chen Chuan’s fist, covered in mystic-yellow dragon scales, ignored Jin Yuan’s fierce and matchless claw strike.

With an unstoppable momentum, it directly shattered all his defenses and energy, then smashed heavily onto Jin Yuan’s head.

Splat!

Like a watermelon bursting, red and white matter splashed everywhere.

Jin Yuan’s forward-rushing figure came to an abrupt halt.

His hideous, crazed expression, which also carried a trace of unbelievable fear, was frozen forever.

The headless corpse wobbled for a moment before limply collapsing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Jin Yuan was dead!

The entire field once again fell into a deathly silence.

One could hear a pin drop.

Everyone seemed as if they were being strangled by the throat, unable to make any sound.

The expressions on the faces of the Jin Family Disciples and Elders were completely frozen, their eyes bulging as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

They couldn’t accept that Jin Yuan, who had activated his Bloodline Power, had actually been killed by a single punch to the head.

After the brief silence, a mountain-shaking carnival erupted from the Chen Family camp.

"Won! Chen Chuan won!"

"Hahaha! Jin Yuan is dead, punched to pieces by Chen Chuan!"

"Refreshing! So refreshing! Let’s see you be arrogant now; now you know who the real trash is!"

"Jin Family mongrel birds, keep chirping! Why aren’t you chirping anymore?"

Immense cheers, roars, and taunts swept toward the Jin Family camp like a tsunami.

The Chen Family Disciples were flushed with excitement, hugging and jumping around.

They turned all the humiliation and frustration they had suffered before into the most hearty shouts, pouring it all back wildly.

Holding their heads high!

Truly holding their heads high!

Chen Tian was trembling with excitement, his eyes welling with tears as he shouted loudly to Chen Chuan in the field:

"Brother Chen Chuan! You are the hero of our Chen Family!"

Chen Xiao let out a long sigh of relief. The tension finally left his face, replaced by a smile of relief that even carried a hint of uncontrollable smugness.

He turned his gaze toward Jin Wushang, whose face was so dark it seemed as if water could drip from it. Mimicking the other’s previous tone, he spoke in a sarcastic manner:

"Brother Wushang, it seems my Chen Family has luckily won this third match."

"Sigh, young people are just impulsive and don’t know how to hold back. He accidentally killed someone without meaning to. I hope Brother Wushang can restrain his grief and be magnanimous."

"After all, cultivating a descendant at the Fifth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm also costs quite a lot of resources. I understand, I understand, hahaha!"

These words were almost exactly what Jin Wushang had said before, returned in full.

Jin Wushang’s chest heaved violently, his blood and Qi surging; he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

His face turned from iron-blue to dark purple, looking extremely unsightly.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails sinking deep into his palms, clearly enraged to the extreme.

Seeing their Family Head personally join in the mockery, the Chen Family Disciples laughed even more joyfully.

All sorts of ridiculing words were shot toward the Jin Family like sharp arrows. However stifled they were before was how gratified they felt now.

Facing this storm of mockery, the Jin Family Disciples’ faces turned red like pig livers, their chests heaving, yet they were powerless to refute.

With the facts laid out before them, what face did they have left to bluster?

The immense sense of humiliation and unbelievable defeat made them almost suffocate.

Just as the Chen Family was celebrating, believing victory was in their grasp, Jin Wushang forcibly suppressed his churning blood and Qi.

His voice was bone-chillingly cold, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell:

"Shut up!"

His voice, containing powerful pressure, instantly drowned out the clamor of the entire field.

Jin Wushang’s cold gaze swept over the excited Chen Family members, finally landing on the smiling Chen Xiao.

The corner of his mouth curled into a cruel arc:

"Chen Xiao, did you think this was over? Just because you killed one Jin Yuan, you’ve lost your head in your pride?"

He paused, his tone carrying absolute confidence and killing intent:

"If this Chen Chuan is the final reliance of your Chen Family, then I regret to inform you that my Jin Family will still be the ultimate winner of this competition."

Hearing Jin Wushang’s words, the smile on Chen Xiao’s face stiffened slightly, and his joy was dampened.

He naturally knew that the Jin Family still had an even more terrifying Jin Wu.

Ninth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, Seventh-Grade Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline—even Chen Zhan had suffered a crushing defeat at his hands.

Chen Chuan being able to defeat Jin Yuan was already a miracle; facing Jin Wu might be a different story.

Chen Xiao’s heart sank once again.

However, while Chen Xiao was worrying, Chen Chuan in the field seemed as if he hadn’t heard Jin Wushang’s words, nor did he care about the yet-to-act Jin Wu.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing at the Jin Family camp, his gaze calmly sweeping over those Jin Family Disciples with venomous eyes.

Finally, it landed on Jin Wu, who stood with arms crossed and a disdainful gaze.

His voice remained flat, yet it carried an unquestionable dominance that clearly spread throughout the field:

"Next."

"Who’s coming to their death?"