The smug smiles on the faces of the He family members instantly froze, replaced by a deathly pale expression.
Just now, I thought Xiao Chen was bound to lose, but I didn't expect that Zhao Lie's ultimate move would not force him off the stage. Instead, Xiao Chen managed to hold on!
He Xiong clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and muttered under his breath, "Strange! Really strange!"
"Where did the Lu family find this monster? A Nirvana Realm cultivator can actually fight Zhao Lie, a half-step Tai Xu Realm cultivator, to this extent!"
He simply couldn't understand how such a terrifying gun master could suddenly appear in this remote place of Yong'an City, without any prior warning.
The elder from the He family standing nearby shook his head repeatedly, his tone full of disbelief: "Yes, Patriarch, Zhao Lie is a core disciple of the Yuan Yang Sect, a half-step Tai Xu Realm expert!"
"Even in this realm, there are few rivals among those of the same level. How could you not defeat a mere Nirvana Realm cultivator?"
"Is this Xiao Chen some kind of hidden prodigy?"
The surrounding audience erupted in a frenzy, their discussions even more intense than before, all filled with shock and confusion about Xiao Chen:
"My god! Xiao Chen is too fierce! He took Zhao Lie's killing move and he can still stand on the stage!"
"A Nirvana Realm cultivator withstanding the ultimate sword of a half-step Void Realm expert—if word got out, the entire realm would be shaken!"
"Tell me, where did this Xiao Chen come from? We've never heard of him in Yong'an City before. The Lu family has been hiding him for too long!"
"I think the He family is in trouble this time. Even if Zhao Lie can still fight, it won't be easy for him to beat Xiao Chen!"
The city lord on the high platform also frowned, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.
Xiao Chen's performance has far exceeded his expectations.
He had initially thought Xiao Chen was at most a foreign aid with "some ability," but now it seemed that this young man's true strength was unfathomable.
Even the core disciples of the Yuanyang Sect couldn't do anything about him. This time, the Lu family has probably really found the right person.
The Lu family members breathed a long sigh of relief. Lu Zhenhai's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and he looked at Xiao Chen's retreating figure with eyes full of relief and amazement.
Fortunately, I didn't listen to the elders and ask the city lord's mansion for help, otherwise how could I have invited such a powerful helper?
Lu Yuexi's grip on her sleeve tightened and loosened. Looking at the bloodstains at the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth, her eyes were full of worry, but she knew she couldn't disturb him now. She could only silently pray for Xiao Chen's safety.
On the arena, Xiao Chen, supporting the Dragon Spear, slowly raised his head. His eyes, hidden beneath his long hair, remained clear, though his face was paler.
He could clearly feel that the flow of spiritual energy within his body was still sluggish. Every time he tried to mobilize it, it was as if there was an invisible barrier between him and the internal injuries that he had suppressed before. Even the internal injuries that he had suppressed before were now aching faintly.
He knew in his heart that it wasn't that Zhao Lie was too strong, but rather that he himself hadn't been able to unleash his full power.
When he was slapped into this world by that damned dog, Big Yellow, he vaguely felt the repulsion in the spatial fluctuations, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.
Only now, in a full-scale battle, has he truly understood: this world has a natural aversion to him, an "outsider."
It was as if the world was rejecting his power from merging, preventing him from unleashing even 70% of his strength. If he were to forcefully unleash even stronger techniques, he would likely suffer a backlash from the world's power.
Xiao Chen quietly circulated his spiritual energy, feeling the slight resistance within his body against the world, but he remained calm.
"If you stay longer and get used to the atmosphere of this world, this feeling of rejection will naturally dissipate."
"At that time, let alone a half-step Tai Xu realm cultivator, even a true Tai Xu realm cultivator wouldn't be someone I'd be afraid of."
What he is showing now is only the tip of the iceberg of his strength, but even so, it has already caused the He family and Zhao Lie a lot of trouble.
Zhao Lie looked at Xiao Chen standing with his spear in his hand, his eyes blazing with fury.
Not only did he fail to win, but he was also forced into this situation by a Nirvana Realm cultivator. If word got out, he would lose all face in the Yuan Yang Sect!
He gritted his teeth, gripped the cracked longsword in his hand, and the golden sun-like sword light around him shone once more.
Although not as powerful as before, it carried a desperate ruthlessness: "Xiao Chen! Don't think you've won just because you survived one move! I, Zhao Lie, haven't lost yet!"
Xiao Chen raised his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips: "If you want to fight, I'm ready. But are you sure... you can withstand my next shot?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon Spear in his hand trembled slightly, the dragon patterns on the spearhead lit up again, and an even more refined spear intent slowly spread out.
Even with only 70% of his strength, he was confident he could make this core disciple of the Yuan Yang Sect completely admit defeat.
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chen suddenly moved!
His entire body was like a streak of light swept up by a whirlwind, and the stone slabs of the arena beneath his feet cracked once more.
Leaving only a faint afterimage, it instantly rushed in front of Zhao Lie.
He wanted to take advantage of the moment when Zhao Lie's old strength had just dissipated and his new strength had not yet been generated to deliver a fatal blow!
With a sudden flick of his right wrist, the Dragon Spear came to life instantly!
The spear tip trembled rapidly in mid-air, producing no earth-shattering sound, but instead conjuring dozens of cold stars that densely covered Zhao Lie's vital points.
Sometimes she would aim at his wrist holding the sword, sometimes she would stab at his acupoints on his chest, and sometimes she would feint an attack towards his lower abdomen.
The interplay of reality and illusion is so rapid that it's impossible to distinguish between what is real and what is fake.
This is exactly what "The Phoenix Nods" means!
With each thrust of the spear, as swift and cunning as a serpent's tongue, every strike precisely targeted a vulnerable spot.
Like a torrential downpour on lotus leaves, the relentless barrage of gunfire, woven from the cold stars, formed an impenetrable net of spears, sealing off all of Zhao Lie's escape routes.
"not good!"
Zhao Lie's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank. He hadn't yet recovered from the backlash of the [Ultimate Sword - Boundless].
With his internal spiritual energy in disarray, he had no time to react to Xiao Chen's sudden and tricky spear attack!
In his panic, he could only frantically concentrate the remaining spiritual energy in his body onto the longsword in his hand.
The pale golden sword light shone again, but it was much dimmer than before, like a candle flickering in the wind.
He gripped his sword with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of him, trying to use the sword's edge to withstand the dense barrage of spears, roaring, "Block it for me!"
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
A crisp collision sound, like popping beans, rang out as the cold star and the golden light collided one after another.
Xiao Chen's spear strikes appeared gentle, but each strike actually contained a highly penetrating spear intent.
The first impact on the sword caused the golden light to dim slightly; the second impact caused the longsword to creak under the strain.
The third point, the fourth point... In the blink of an eye, dozens of cold stars had all landed on the sword!
"Snap—!"
A piercing cracking sound rang out, and the longsword in Zhao Lie's hand shattered inch by inch from blade to hilt, with fragments flying everywhere, some even grazing his cheek and leaving a bloody mark.
Before Zhao Lie could recover from the shock of the broken sword, a sharp spear intent surged into his right hand, which was holding the sword, through the gap in the broken sword!
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