Chapter 808: The Sound of Breaking Waves
Chen Chuan looked at the figure that flew out of the platform, but did not stop. Instead, he took two steps forward with the momentum of punching, and also jumped into the air. In an instant, he was above Feng Heshou, raised his fist with one hand, and a flash of light appeared on the fist, and then he punched down hard!
Feng Heshou's figure fell like a meteor and instantly hit the ground. With a bang, a huge pit exploded below, and countless soil and gravel flew out, and a lot of dust rose up.
Chen Chuan fell from the air to the ground, his feet firmly planted. The light on his body dimmed slightly, and he walked towards where he fell.
Just as he arrived in front, he suddenly felt something. He stretched out his hands to block outwards, and saw a huge shadow outline appear outside him in the smoke and dust. Two of the palms that almost covered him quickly closed towards the center, as if they wanted to squeeze him in at once.
Suddenly, there was a rumble like muffled thunder in the air, and both palms were held up by his raised arms. As the spiritual fires on both sides melted into each other, the light on the palms gradually went out. He stretched his arms outward, and with a bang, the two palms, which were both real and virtual, shattered instantly, turning into wisps of mist that dispersed in the air.
However, at this moment, the Wen Lei Sword, which had slipped out of his hand at some point, fell behind him. While it was still in mid-air, smoke seemed to condense in the air, and a shadow of Feng Heshou appeared there. He grabbed the sword, spun his body, and chopped the sword down!
Futami-style, beheading sword!
Chen Chuan's eyes were deep and calm. He stood still, but stretched one hand behind him. The edge of his palm, which was flashing with the fire of life, blocked the oncoming blade with a bang. Then he clasped his five fingers and grabbed the blade firmly. Feng Heshou, who was holding the knife, stared at him for a moment, and as a gust of air blew past, it shattered like a bubble.
At this moment, a voice came from the smoke and dust on the opposite side, "Mr. Chen, I lost this battle."
Chen Chuan didn't look back during the whole attack just now. He threw the Wen Lei Knife into the ground and then strode forward. The air flow outside his body brushed past him, causing the red scarf to flutter backwards.
When he arrived at the edge of the pit, he saw Feng Heshou lying on the ground, his body embedded in the mud. The arm exposed outside was twisted and deformed, and half of his face was missing. Large amounts of white smoke were coming out from there. Not only here, but many parts of his body were emitting strands of platinum light.
This was the spiritual fire that was driven into his body by his powerful force. It was now continuously attacking the alienated tissues inside him, making it impossible for him to recover in time.
Chen Chuan did not make any more moves. After waiting for a while, the platinum light gradually dissipated, and Feng Heshou could hear the sound of bones twisting. After a while, he stood up from the ground again, and the dirt fell off his body.
It can be seen that most of the official uniform this person is wearing is damaged, with the chest being the worst damaged. There is a big hole there, which is now healing at an extremely fast speed.
His strength caused extremely severe damage to its internal organs, and almost all the alienated tissues involved in the strength were affected. It was only as a fighter that he had such a strong recovery ability. If it were an ordinary fighter, he would most likely be killed instantly after being hit by this punch.
In fact, if this was not a competition, and he did not come here to take this person's life, the other party would not have had any strength to fight back at that time.
He said at this time: "Master Fenghe didn't use all his strength in that last slash." That slash should have been controlled by spiritual power. It was very concealed and powerful.
Feng Heshou shook his head and said, "But it's pointless, Mr. Chen. That knife shouldn't be difficult for you to break." He looked at the white mist around him, which still looked quite powerful even after it subsided, and said helplessly, "Even if I hit Mr. Chen, I probably wouldn't be able to hurt you. Then I would be completely exhausted and wouldn't even have the strength to speak. From the beginning, I have no chance of winning this battle today."
If one wants to attack the opponent's body, one must first break the Baoyi true power wrapped around the body. If this layer of power is not removed, it will hardly cause any effective killing power. However, the true power in Chen Chuan's body is too strong. He can use his physical body to withstand the slashing of the knife, and it seems that he doesn't care about the consumption at all.
This alone wouldn't be enough to completely secure victory, but Chen Chuan's combat logic was incredibly targeted, effectively keeping him in check from start to finish. So, he added, "May I ask, Mr. Chen, how did you learn about the characteristics of my sword moves?"
His sword style lies in its endurance. Once it is unfolded, it comes like a surging wave, with each sword being stronger than the last, and it can be said that it is getting stronger and stronger. If there is only one gap to cut in, it is at the very beginning, but this is only relative. In fact, it is not a flaw. As long as Chen Chuan is suppressed for a moment, the subsequent sword force can be exerted, and the combat effectiveness displayed is definitely not comparable to what was just now.
However, Chen Chuan did not give him any chance to use his sword skills, and this tactic was implemented throughout, so it can be said that it was cut off at the source.
Chen Chuanshuo said, "I saw the word 'Langtao' on the large stone in front of your hall. Although it looks like it's been there for hundreds of years, I can still see the spirit of continuity emanating from it. Therefore, I believe that Master Fenghe must not be allowed the opportunity to display his talents."
"The words left by the Zen Knife Master..."
Feng Heshou couldn't help but nod. Those two words indeed showed the essence of Langtao Pavilion's martial arts, but only people with a high enough spiritual level could see it. Being able to see it was one thing, but being able to do it was another.
Among the fighters he had ever seen, Chen Chuan's strength and speed could be said to be among the strongest. At the same time, he was extremely accurate in capturing opportunities. This superb decision-making ability before battle, coupled with his superior physical fitness, was almost unstoppable. His defeat was not unfair at all.
He stretched out his hand, and as the biological field expanded, the sand and gravel outside his body floated up, and the Wen Lei sword not far away shook a few times, then jumped out of the ground and returned to his hand.
Then he put his sword at his waist, bowed to Chen Chuan, and said solemnly, "It was I who invited Mr. Chen to come here to spar. This is very presumptuous. As the host, I should make up for Mr. Chen's loss in this battle. This is the only way to maintain courtesy. I hope Mr. Chen will not refuse."
Chen Chuan did not refuse and said, "Then I won't be polite."
Feng Heshou stood up straight: "Please."
Chen Chuan nodded and followed Feng Heshou back up. At this time, he glanced to the side and saw a huge figure just dozens of meters away. It was estimated to be at least thirty meters tall. It should be a former owner of Langtao Pavilion.
The man was actually sitting on the ground, with a huge weapon stuck in his chest and his hand on the hilt. It was obvious that he had committed suicide.
Because of the strong light shining on its back, only an outline could be seen on most parts, but because the head was hanging down, half of the face that had become hideous and distorted could be seen.
He withdrew his gaze, returned to the platform, pulled out the Xuejun Sword from the ground, put the sword back into the sheath, and followed Feng Heshou back along the entrance of the rift. The latter pulled the chain again, and the attic where the two were located rose up again.
After returning to the upstairs, Feng Heshou placed the Wen Lei Sword on the sword rack and asked the waiter to bring Chen Chuan some clean water for washing. Then he apologized, went back to change his clothes, and when he came back, he clapped his hands.
After a while, the lame old man in black clothes who had been seen before came out and brought plates of food to the table.
Chen Chuan took a look and saw that the rice grains were plump and round, served in a fine porcelain bowl. On the strip plates on both sides were neatly stacked thin slices of light red meat.
However, the most eye-catching thing here is a big fish that was cut open from the back. It was placed there upright, and the belly of the fish was filled with fragrant fruit grains, shiny corn, delicate diced meat, chopped stems, and some green plant leaves, and some fragrant soup was poured on it.
After everything was arranged, the lame old man bowed for the last time.
"This is the meal I prepared. Please enjoy it."
Feng Heshou then said to the big fish, "This is the 'national fish'. In the old days, the royal family used it to entertain distinguished guests from afar. When the Zen Sword Master established the Langtao Pavilion, the Gong family hosted a banquet for the master. Also present were three Sword Masters and two martial arts generals. They used this national fish to entertain and entertain everyone present.
However, the 'national fish' at that time was a king fish, three meters long, filled with a variety of ingredients, a total of twenty-eight types. It took the whole country's efforts to make such a banquet dish.
Lang Tao Pavilion couldn't afford such a grand banquet, but now they can barely restore the original appearance of this dish, including the national fish, and barely put together six ingredients."
Chen Chuan nodded. It was already good that this kind of banquet could be restored. At this moment, as the fragrance wafted out, he could feel the alienated tissues in his body stirring, which showed that there were a lot of nutrients hidden here.
Feng Heshou said: "After Zen Dao Patriarch had eaten, he asked the royal family of Gong to appoint a chef to prepare the meal.
The Gong royal family bestowed this position of steward on the ancestor in exchange for him slaying a fallen demon," he said, looking at the lame old man. "And I, your servant, am the descendant of this great steward, and have served us at Lang Tao Pavilion for generations."
The lame old man knelt on one side, his body bent again.
Chen Chuan nodded. Almost all the ingredients taken from the fusion land are eaten raw, because this is the only way to maintain the most complete nutritional value. Therefore, they will undergo some special processing in advance to remove redundant and inedible parts, while also making the nutrition more enriched. Non-professionals are not qualified to do this.
Feng Heshou said, "Mr. Chen, please," and then picked up the bowl of rice, picked up the piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into the bowl.
Chen Chuan waited for his host to move first before he picked up the porcelain spoon, scooped up a spoonful of the thick soup from the fish, poured it into the bowl, and tasted it carefully.
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(End of this chapter)
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