"This Spiritual Energy…" As the many gazes filled with terror, Chen Fei narrowed his eyes, fixating on Yan Zhen's body. He could gradually feel the pressure from the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy. With his sharp perception, he could naturally tell that the Spiritual Energy Yan Zhen cultivated was no ordinary force; it was a cut above the common Spiritual Energy of the same realm.

For people like them, whether Ancient Martial Artists or Qi Practitioners, a hair's breadth of deviation could lead to a thousand-mile error.

"ROAR!"

A low growl escaped Yan Zhen. His formidable and startling Hundred Battles Spiritual Energy surged like a thousand-strong army, its majestic presence tearing through the air. In the next instant, he fiercely stomped his foot. The already ruined main battle platform beneath him collapsed with a loud bang as the immense force blasted a deep crater into the ground.

Yan Zhen's figure blurred. His right fist, moving with a slow yet heavy momentum, shot out with rapid and violent force, hammering toward Chen Fei's head.

Not only that, but in that very moment, the apparitions of nine ancient soldiers on horseback materialized behind him. Their sharp spears and piercing lances all seemed to overlap with his fist as he threw the punch.

The scene was undoubtedly astonishing.

Many of the spectators could only gape in awe, dumbfounded. They had never heard of, much less seen, such a technique. Wasn't this too outrageous?

"Try and take this punch!"

Just then, Yan Zhen's chilling and ferocious voice echoed across the arena. Once thrown, the punch carried the imposing might of an impossibly elite legion from an ancient dynasty descending upon the battlefield.

Wherever the vanguard of war passed, smoke billowed and not a single blade of grass survived.

Although this punch was not Yan Zhen's full power, it contained at least eighty percent of his peak combat power. Despite his conceited nature, born from a lifetime of smooth sailing, he had chosen the most direct and stable approach. He would completely crush Chen Fei head-on with eighty percent of the might of a cultivator at the Peak of Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

Though this method was somewhat out of character for him, it was nonetheless the most kingly of paths. His mindset was simple: no matter what tricks his opponent had, he would simply overwhelm them.

Most importantly, he had secretly observed the previous few battles and sensed that this fellow named Chen Fei was not as simple as he appeared. The last thing Yan Zhen wanted was an unexpected accident.

Seeing this, everyone present held their breath, their gazes trembling as they stared at the center of the main battle platform, afraid to miss a single thrilling detail.

Of course, they were also desperate to see if Chen Fei could actually withstand Yan Zhen's punch.

An attack of that intensity would likely splatter even an SS+ Rank powerhouse across the ground, utterly unable to block it.

"Fine. Let's see what you've got." Just as the spectators watched with bated breath, Chen Fei faced the rapidly approaching heavy fist and muttered softly. He then spread his feet slightly and slowly extended his palm, assuming a posture to take the punch head-on.

At this sight, the cold fury in Yan Zhen's eyes blazed even hotter. A surge of Spiritual Energy burst from his body, and his fist shot forward.

"ROAR!"

A thunder-like growl erupted from Yan Zhen's mouth. His Hundred Battles Spiritual Energy, roiling like a thousand-strong army, swept out like a volcanic eruption. This power, combined with his punch, slammed violently onto Chen Fei's outstretched hand as everyone watched in stunned silence.

BANG!

Instantly, a shockwave so incredible it was almost suffocating rippled outward like an explosion, spreading in all directions. The scene was truly astonishing.

Immediately after, everyone saw the robes of the two men standing in the center of the battle platform whip about violently.

HISS!

Incredulous gasps echoed through the venue as the crowd recoiled in fright.

On the main battle platform, Chen Fei's palm had somehow turned a startling, vivid red, with droplets of blood beginning to seep out. This was the result of withstanding such an intensely forceful impact. Not only that, but in the minute space where fist and palm met, scalding flames clashed fiercely with the grayish Hundred Battles Spiritual Energy, crackling loudly.

"Do you really think you can block my punch? Since you're so reckless, don't blame me for shattering your body to pieces."

Seeing that Chen Fei had actually managed to take his punch, Yan Zhen's eyes brimmed with cold ruthlessness, as if the act was a grave humiliation. With a mere thought, the Hundred Battles Spiritual Energy within him surged forward like a torrent from an open sluice gate, an unstoppable and ferocious tide.

The force then tried to bore through Chen Fei's skin right where their fist and palm met, desperately seeking to invade his body. It was an attempt to shatter his arm, or even his entire body, from the inside out. Clearly, this was not the first time Yan Zhen had done such a thing. After all, his War Halberd Sect was famous for its brutal fighting style.

Shatter my body into pieces?

Hearing his opponent's threat, a scornful smile touched the corners of Chen Fei's lips.

It was as if that mocking smile was a direct provocation. Yan Zhen's expression instantly darkened. "You don't believe me!?" he snarled, his voice bone-chilling, feeling a deep sense of humiliation from Chen Fei's smirk.

"Of course not. If you think you can, then try it." The scornful smile on Chen Fei's lips grew wider. His palm turned even redder and hotter before, with a sudden surge, blazing flames erupted across it. The terrifying might of the True Fire Sword Qi burst forth, causing Yan Zhen's fist to tremble violently as veins bulged upon it.

Sword Qi?

Yan Zhen instinctively shrank back, shocked that Chen Fei was not only a Sword Cultivator but had already reached the stage of condensing Sword Qi.

He knew that Sword Qi was on par with Blade Qi. It was not only powerful but also incredibly difficult to master. Even many seventh or eighth-layer Sword Cultivators might never grasp it, and yet… In that instant, his fist suddenly erupted in excruciating pain, as if it were being shredded by a thousand sharp blades.

Damn it… Yan Zhen's expression turned exceedingly grim.

In stark contrast, Young Master Chen looked as if this was all perfectly natural. It was no joke. Although Yan Zhen was at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer and his Spiritual Energy was extraordinary, it meant nothing to Chen Fei.

Setting aside the "Scripture of Meditation," an Immortal Sect Technique he considered his greatest trump card, his "Sanyang Sword Manual" alone was a top-tier Cultivation Method at the Qi Cultivation level. The combat power it granted a Sword Cultivator was far more formidable than whatever technique Yan Zhen practiced. This created a vast chasm between them.

For a Qi Practitioner, the Cultivation Method they used was of critical importance to their strength.

Yan Zhen was clearly aware of this, which was why his face turned so ugly so quickly. Damn it, what level of sword art did this kid cultivate!? How can it be so powerful…

"You dare get distracted while fighting me? Fine, how about you try taking a punch of mine!?" Just then, Chen Fei's icy words suddenly rang in his ear.

"Xingyi Fist Tiger Form, Tiger Roar!" Before Yan Zhen could react, their eardrums were nearly torn apart by a sound that evoked the roar of a tiger, the king of beasts, echoing through a primeval forest. Chen Fei crouched on all fours in the posture of a roaring tiger, then suddenly twisted his waist, rose up, and threw a devastating punch.

It was like a hunting tiger raising its paw to smash down on its prey.

BANG!

PFFT!

A sickening tear rang out as Chen Fei's fist slammed into the palm Yan Zhen had desperately raised to defend himself.

An unnatural flush appeared on Yan Zhen's face. He let out a muffled groan and was sent retreating explosively, his feet scraping long gashes into the ground for several meters before he finally staggered to a halt. When he lifted his head again to look at Chen Fei, his eyes and face had become extremely ferocious and grim, his gaze filled with a cold light.

He could have never imagined it. He would never have thought it possible to suffer a setback at his opponent's hands—being knocked back by a single punch.

In that moment, it wasn't just Yan Zhen who was stunned. The entire audience was suddenly struck dumb, their faces masks of disbelief.

Even they could never have fathomed that this clash, initiated by the monstrous Yan Zhen, would not only fail to gain any ground but end with him being sent flying by a punch.

"It seems your strength isn't all that great. Is this the power of the Qi Refining Sixth Layer?" At this moment, Young Master Chen spoke again, his tone mocking. His words instantly caused Yan Zhen's face to turn ashen and stiffen, his heart trembling with a fury that felt like an erupting volcano.

"You asked for this! Don't blame me for what comes next…" Yan Zhen snarled viciously. His aura surged, and with a stomp of his feet, he shot forward explosively.

BANG!

Within a few breaths, his body, shrouded in grayish Hundred Battles Spiritual Energy, reappeared before Chen Fei. He put all his strength into his waist and fist, his muscles bulging. Like an elite soldier from ancient times charging into the fray, his right fist shattered the protective Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire around Chen Fei and slammed down.

This punch aimed directly at Chen Fei's Heavenly Spirit Cap. If it landed, even with his powerful physique, the result would be catastrophic. His head would likely be blown apart.

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