Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 215 - Split in Two

“Undefeated King’s Fist, it’s Undefeated King’s Fist!”

“Undefeated King’s Fist ranks among the top mid-profound martial skills, known for its fierce and explosive moves that relentlessly press forward. Its invincible will shakes heaven and earth, showcasing tremendous strength. Chen Fan’s formidable physique will complement it, enhancing its power by thirty percent."

“The mere sound of the explosions is disturbing my qi and my blood flow. What a terrifying collision!”

“......”

The nearby crowd watched wide-eyed as the intense collision on the arena unfolded like Mars crashing into Earth, their minds and their viscera shaking.

The next move from Hand of Death, Twisted Death, descended. It was like the god of death from hell appeared in the mortal world, its scythe of death descending and reaping all life.

Chen Fan’s Undefeated King’s Fist, on the other hand, was ferocious, obliterating everything in its path.

The loud explosions from the collision rang endlessly, resembling non-stop cannonball blasts. A torrent of qi surged, and the space stirred ceaselessly as if provoked by the wrath of the heavens.

“Hand of Death, shatter!” Zhao Gao shouted, his aura rising.

His primeval vessel appeared above his head, and his rolling primeval force ignited. The black primeval force around him erupted, increasing the strength of his Hand of Death.

Rumble!

The deafening noises rang non-stop.

A terrifying wind storm and rampaging qi swept chaotically across the arena, making some disciples near the edge lose their balance.

As Zhao Gao unleashed his strength, the Hand of Death enveloped the area and pressed down. The space squeaked under the unbearable pressure, and it also crushed strands of force from the ferocious punches one after another.

“Zhao Gao has the advantage!”

The crowd’s pupils shrunk.

As expected, Zhao Gao was stronger. He had used his peak, third-level strength to unleash Death Descent.

“Myriad Elephants Divine Art, Unparalleled God's Strength!”

“Undefeated King’s Fist, Undefeated Against Heaven!” yelled Chen Fan desperately, making his face flush red to show his struggle.

His three heads and six arms struck out violently, and his indomitable will shook heaven and earth. His attacks’ power went up another notch, resisting the descent of the Hand of Death.

“He withstood it! Chen Fan withstood it!”

“This guy is really full of surprises! Zhao Gao is already using his full strength but still hasn’t defeated his opponent!”

“......”

The crowd’s eyes shone wildly, their minds shaking.

The strength and tenacity Chen Fan had shown had truly left them staring wide-eyed and mouths agape.

Below the arena, Song Yang narrowed his eyes, a cold light shining in the slits. Even Zhao Gao had failed to overwhelm Chen Fan.

Chu Tiange was also looking at Chen Fan with his eyes narrowed. The mysterious masked man flashed in his mind.

Is it him?

Chu Tiange entertained this thought briefly before shaking his head in denial. After all, the mysterious, masked man was about as strong as him.

If Chen Fan were that masked man, he could have smacked Zhao Gao to death with a palm strike.

“It can’t be him!”

Chu Tiange’s eyes widened, shining.

“Hahahaha, Zhao Gao, this is all you amount to!”

Chen Fan struck out frantically. Fist silhouettes shot like meteorites, shaking the space and bringing forth endless explosions, bursting out with terrifying power.

“Damnable little bastard, how dare you look down on me! Break!”

Zhao Gao was so angry he could vomit blood.

He had thought he would only need a single move to defeat Chen Fan, but reality had given him a tight slap.

Chen Fan’s ridicule was driving him mad.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood mist, infusing it into the Hand of Death. Immediately, the Hand of Death shook, glowing with crimson luster.

“Hand of Bloody Death!” Zhao Gao shouted furiously.

The Hand of Blood Death immediately erupted with a terrifying force, descending with an unstoppable momentum and smashing everything into smithereens.

“Hahahaha, little bastard, you should be proud of yourself to die under my Hand of Bloody Death!” Zhao Gao laughed out loud, seeing he had finally crushed Chen Fan.

The crowd’s pupils also shrunk violently.

Is it over?

Zhao Gao won in the end, as expected.

“Is that right?” An icy cold voice suddenly resounded.

The Hand of Bloody Death that had smashed down on the arena was lifted slightly, and explosions boomed continuously.

“Shatter!”

The crowd heard a snapping noise after that shout, and the Hand of Bloody Death flew up with a boom.

Spider-web-like cracks spread on it, and it finally shattered into countless pieces with a poof.

A primeval vessel floated above Chen Fan. His primeval force was burning within, and blood dribbled from the corners of his mouth. Even so, his gaze was fierce. His illusionary heads and arms danced wildly, shaking the space.

“You...”

Zhao Gao was stunned.

“You what? Get down!” Chen Fan shouted as he stomped his foot. He vanished and instantly appeared above Zhao Gao.

He stomped again, like a deity trampling from the sky, and Zhao Gao plummeted sharply and crashed heavily onto the arena with a boom.

“Die!”

Like a meteorite, Chen Fan descended and struck out with a punch, creating multiple layers of ripples in the space. The air around his fist boomed violently, setting off circles of white air currents.

Boom, boom, boom...

Like a roar from the heavenly king, the sounds of explosions rolled through the sky.

Zhao Gao’s head spun from the blow. As he crawled to his feet, a terrifying force descended from above, imprisoning him and rendering him motionless. The aura of death loomed suddenly.

“No!” Zhao Gao roared in shock and fear.

“Sinful bastard, you dare?!”

Below the arena, Song Yang’s expression also sank. He couldn’t hold it in any longer and unleashed his cultivation before delivering a palm strike to Chen Fan.

Boom tch!

Song Yang was at the fourth level. His attack made the winds and the clouds roll back, toppled the mountains, and overturned the seas, bursting forth with inexplicable might.

Chen Fan dared not be reckless, facing Song Yang’s palm strike. He turned around mid-air and redirected the punch meant for Zhao Gao toward Song Yang’s palm strike.

With a loud boom, a storm of qi swept out, and Chen Fan flew back, spewing blood.

However, a ruthless light shone in his eyes as he slashed out with his sword. A terrifying sword light shot toward Zhao Gao.

“Thinking of saving him? Not happening!”

Song Yang raised his eyebrows in shock, and his hair stood on end. “You dare?!”

He had never expected Chen Fan to retaliate even after getting injured by his attack. His anger reached its peak, and he flew up onto the arena.

Even so, he was a step too late.

With a poof, the sword light cut through Zhao Gao, hot blood shooting into the air. Zhao Gao was split in two.