Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 212 - Pretending to be Injured

“Who's up first?” said Chen Fan, looking down at Song Yang’s group coldly.

“This guy is too arrogant!” shouted Shen Qing, a black-robed youth, and flew onto the stage.

He was at the peak of the second level. He released his aura, and a pressure enveloped the surroundings. Ferocious killing intent glinted in his eyes.

“Little bastard, this day next year will be your death anniversary. I’ll rip your head out of your torso and showcase the prestige of the Tianxia Society!”

Shen Qing’s voice was cold and brutal, his tone confident.

Although Chen Fan had defeated Yu Xiong with a single punch, the latter had just reached the second level. So, he couldn’t be compared to Shen Qing.

Accumulating experience over five to six years in this realm had forged a deep foundation, making him considerably stronger than ordinary martial artists at the same level.

“Then, don't keep me waiting. Make your move.”

Chen Fan's lips curled into a smile, his gaze icy.

“I will butcher you like a chicken!” With those words, Shen Qing's open palm unleashed a tornado that flew toward Chen Fan like a stone pillar.

Whirr...

This tornado represented a wind-attributed cultivation technique. It could uproot massive trees and tear them into bits.

“Shen Qing used the Tornado Cultivation Technique so soon. He wants to kill Chen Fan in one move!”

The crowd was shocked.

“Hmph!”

The crowd anticipated Chen Fan being swept into the tornado and torn apart. However, he coldly snorted, stomped his foot on the ground, and flew forward like a bullet.

A faint golden light emanated from Chen Fan, which seemingly made him impervious to the tornado's wind blades. They could only dissipate after striking him with a clanging noise.

“What a terrifying physique! Even though the generated wind blades aren’t the strongest, they are comparable in strength to upper-dirt tier or even quasi-profound tier martial skills! They fell on Chen Fan like they were hacking at steel. How terrifying! How exactly did he cultivate his physique?”

“He probably practiced a body cultivation technique before. That’s why he can kill others with higher cultivation levels than him.”

“Regardless of his flesh's strength, it's useless against the tornado's ripping power. He's practically inviting death!”

“......”

Despite being amazed by Chen Fan's physique, the nearby crowd assumed the outcome wouldn't change. However, their expressions suddenly froze.

Chen Fan arrived before the tornado and unleashed his cultivation. The tornado, which could shred ordinary second-level Yuanfu realm experts, vanished without a trace.

He clenched one of his fists, and the air within a hundred steps abruptly collapsed inwards, converging at his palm as if drawn by an invisible force.

It was only a simple grab, but many disciples at the first level felt their primeval force going berserk. It almost went out of their control and broke away from their primeval vessel; it seemed to want to go to Chen Fan’s palm.

Their faces now carried astonishment. They quickly channeled their cultivation to suppress their unruly primeval force, casting pale glances at Chen Fan.

The air of the surrounding hundred steps seemed to be trapped in Chen Fan’s hand. He compressed it violently, then rubbed it.

Immediately, the compressed air turned into a high-speed rotating air bomb, and he threw it at his opponent.

Bang, bang, bang...

Explosions resonated through space as the spinning air bomb shot forth. Shen Qing's expression shifted drastically, his mind buzzing, and his qi and blood stirred restlessly.

“What?”

Shen Qing hadn’t expected Chen Fan to dispel his tornado easily and even strike back with a stronger attack.

The spinning air bomb shooting toward him was like a crashing star, wanting to turn him into powder.

As he decided to stop holding back, Shen Qing's aura skyrocketed. His arms danced, conjuring fierce winds that howled and swept, making the entire arena tremble.

“Tornado Twist!” Shen Qing yelled.

Ten tornadoes fiercely whirled, tearing through the air and rushing out wildly, shredding everything in their path.

Poof, poof, poof!

However, Chen Fan’s spinning air bomb was like an indestructible rock, easily shattering the foremost tornadoes with an unstoppable momentum.

“No!”

Endless fear immediately appeared on Shen Qing’s face.

His strongest attack proved powerless against the spinning air bomb. It tore apart everything and appeared before him. The destructive force erupted, enveloping Shen Qing in an instant.

“You’re courting death!”

Song Yang and the other Tianxia Society members’ expressions immediately sank.

A youth in the early stage of the third level raised his voice and rushed into the arena. His cultivation and strength erupted in an attempt to save Shen Qing.

However, when his force descended to suppress the spinning air bomb's power, only a meat paste remained.

“Ahhh, you bastard! You’re courting death! You’re courting death!”

The youth realized he was too late and became enraged. His killing intent soared, and the temperature plummeted.

Tianxia Society had intended to publicly execute Chen Fan. How dare he kill their people?

“What are you yelling for? Since you’re up here, then don’t bother getting down!” Chen Fan looked at this person icily.

This youth, Yan Qi, felt his killing intent grow even thicker. He growled in a low voice, “Little bastard, you dare kill our Tianxia Society’s people? You deserve to die! Damn it! I’m going to rip you into pieces!”

Song Yang and the others' gazes turned frigid. They hadn't expected Chen Fan, a first-level Yuanfu realm cultivator, to kill Shen Qing in a single move. In their eyes, he truly deserved death.

“That’s funny. After entering the life-and-death arena, you think you will live just because you’re a society member? Forget Shen Qing and think about who will save you!” Chen Fan said coldly.

“Damn it! Die!” Yan Qi shouted and sent a punch blasting toward Chen Fan. “Meteor Fist!”

His cultivation erupted. A dazzling silhouette of a fist broke through the air and blasted out like a meteor crashing onto the earth, crushing everything.

“This is a top-ranked lower-profound tier martial skill! How powerful!”

“This punch should kill Chen Fan... right?”

The crowd felt Yan Qi’s furious strike, their hearts trembling.

The gap between the peak stage of the second level and the third level was vast. With this attack alone, Shen Qing would have had no hope of surviving against Yan Qi.

“Wind Demon Sword Light!”

Chen Fan’s gaze darkened. Wielding the Autumn Slay, a cold sword light flashed out, shooting toward the fist silhouette whirring at him, colliding violently.

If Chen Fan had erupted with full strength, he could have killed Yan Qi with a simple finger flick.

However, Chu Tiange was among the crowd below the arena. He would have noticed something, and it would have been bad for him if word of it had reached Duan Jingtian. It didn’t match his plan of keeping a low profile.

“Hmph, you got it easy!”

Thinking of this, Chen Fan withdrew thirty percent of his strength.

The sword light was instantly obliterated, and the residual force sent Chen Fan flying backward. Fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.