Chapter 1881 - 2073: The Ultimate Battle (5)

"Next, who’s up?"

Zhu Hong glanced at everyone present and then focused his gaze on Ling Gengqiu.

"Why not start with you then." Saying this, he walked straight to Ling Gengqiu, extended his hand, ready to seize him and lift him off the ground.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached his ears. He was slightly startled, looked around, and frowned, saying, "Who? Who is speaking."

This voice... Everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned their gaze toward the charred corpse. If they hadn’t heard wrong, it sounded like Ling Chen’s voice. But wasn’t Ling Chen struck dead by lightning?

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the charred corpse began to slowly move. At the same time, pieces of black material fell off from the body’s surface. When all traces of charring had shed, Ling Chen’s body finally reappeared in the sight of all.

At this moment, Ling Chen’s skin was as delicate as a baby’s, without a single blemish on his body, as if he had been reborn. Seeing him come back to life, everyone’s eyes were bright, filled with hope.

Actually... alive... The old priest looked at Ling Chen thoughtfully, as if he realized something, a flicker of comprehension flashed across his face.

"You... didn’t die?" Among those present, perhaps only Zhu Hong could not accept this reality.

Resurrected, Ling Chen seemed somewhat different from before; he stared straight at Zhu Hong, saying, "Die? If you haven’t died, how could I? Zhu Hong, it’s time for a true conclusion."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Hong let out a cold laugh, disdainfully saying, "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time. So what if you’ve revived, do you have the ability to stop me?"

"Let’s find out."

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Hong rushed forward, swiftly reaching Ling Chen first, and threw a punch. As his fist approached, Ling Chen’s eyes snapped open, bursting with radiance, and he simply struck out with a palm. Instantly, Zhu Hong’s face suddenly darkened and he hurriedly retreated.

Although the recent exchange didn’t decisively conclude, everyone noted that Zhu Hong’s arm was faintly trembling. It was clear he had come out on the losing end against Ling Chen.

"Again!" Ling Chen stood tall and firm, beckoning with his finger at Zhu Hong.

Faced with the provocation, Zhu Hong’s expression turned cold, and he shouted fiercely, rushing over again. He couldn’t believe that Ling Chen, whom he had just been tormenting, now had the ability to challenge him. As he was about to approach, Ling Chen stepped forward, directly shoulder-charging him.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Zhu Hong’s body was sent flying, heavily falling to the ground.

"Great!" Seeing Zhu Hong suffer a setback, everyone couldn’t help but burst into applause.

Bah!

Zhu Hong spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, slowly climbing to his feet, staring at Ling Chen in disbelief, shouting coldly, "Impossible! Your strength is simply no match for mine."

Ling Chen said nothing, just quietly stood there. Earlier, he also thought he was done for. However, when he first encountered the lightning strike, he was surprised to find that the Soul Stone within him had absorbed the lightning’s force. Thus, he boldly decided to use the electric shock ball to draw the lightning strikes. As expected, as the power of lightning streamed into his body, the Soul Stone began a frantic absorption. Though his body was severely damaged by the lightning, the Soul Stone continued repairing his body. It was only just now that he gradually regained consciousness.

At this moment, the Soul Stone held a formidable power. Now, he had the complete ability to stand against Zhu Hong.

Seeing Ling Chen indifferent to his questioning, Zhu Hong couldn’t help but grow angrier. He was the ultimate victor; no one could change this. With this thought, he clenched his fist, once again launching himself toward Ling Chen, his aura erupting wildly.

Ling Chen took a deep breath, slowly gathering Inner Strength. When Zhu Hong was close to drawing near, he punched out. At this point, Zhu Hong was about a meter away, but as the punch was released, a powerful surge of Power exploded, directly sending him flying away. Before Zhu Hong could get up, Ling Chen switched from passive to active, tiptoeing lightly, his figure instantly appeared before Zhu Hong.

A punch landed, knocking Zhu Hong, who was about to rise, back down. Ling Chen unleashed a flurry of blows, raining down incessantly like raindrops, with Zhu Hong unable to mount any resistance. Against Ling Chen’s frenzied assault, Zhu Hong could only shield his face and vital points with his arms, relying on his strong defensive power to absorb the damage.

Crack!

Suddenly, a crisp sound resonated, and under Ling Chen’s heavy strikes, Zhu Hong’s arm was broken. Fueled by intense pain, Zhu Hong roared, crashing his head into Ling Chen, forcing him to retreat.

Standing up, glancing at the broken arm, Zhu Hong casually swung it, and soon his arm was restored to its original state. Witnessing this, Ling Chen couldn’t help but be taken aback.

Such unbelievable recovery!

"Ling Chen, I admit your strength is formidable, but my self-healing ability is superior; you can’t possibly kill me." Zhu Hong laughed smugly.

Upon hearing this, Ling Chen frowned slightly, momentarily unsure of what to do.

"Rascally kid." Now, the old priest slowly approached Ling Chen, whispering, "At his level, it’s difficult to kill him. There’s only one way it can be done."

"What way?"

"Don’t ask too much, just ensure you can severely incapacitate him, leave the rest to me."

"No problem." Ling Chen nodded in agreement, this task wouldn’t be hard for him.

Watching Ling Chen approach step by step, Zhu Hong glanced at Nanrong Wanqing not far away, then made a dash toward her. Sensing his intentions, Ling Chen activated the Nine Yang Qiankun Step in an instant. Before Zhu Hong could reach her, he appeared beside Nanrong Wanqing.

"Get lost!"

With a soft shout, Ling Chen lunged, pinning Zhu Hong to the ground, his fists flying once more. This time, he targeted all of Zhu Hong’s vital joints. No matter how Zhu Hong struggled, Ling Chen kept him pressed down, preventing him from rising.

In no time, both of them were covered in blood.

Ling Chen gritted his teeth, using all his strength, pounding frantically at Zhu Hong’s body. Shortly, all of Zhu Hong’s limb joints were smashed to fragments, leaving him incapacitated.

"Ling Chen, enough, back off!"

Only when the old priest’s voice reached his ears did Ling Chen, who was caught in a crazed state, come to his senses. Looking at the bloodied Zhu Hong, he exhaled deeply, rising slowly. Meanwhile, the old priest quickly stepped forward, lifting Zhu Hong, and headed toward the mountaintop edge.

"Master, what are you doing?" Ling Chen asked in confusion, wanting to catch up to him.