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Finally, Yang Zhentian felt that his understanding of the Zhen Tian Jue had reached a new level. He sensed that his attack power had increased threefold from its previous state, reaching an astonishing magnitude. At that moment, a victorious smile appeared on his face.
"Die!"
Yang Zhentian poured all his insights into this one palm strike, forming a new lethal move: Zhen Tian Zhang!
"Good! Not bad at all!"
Facing this incredibly powerful strike, Chen Moxuan did not retreat but instead advanced, countering with a palm of his own. The two hands collided, producing a sound like thunder.
Then, their bodies made contact. Yang Zhentian stood firm on the ground without moving an inch, while Chen Moxuan was forced to retreat several steps before finally stabilizing himself. With each step back, he left varying depths of footprints on the Arena.
The force he endured was immense; as he expelled the energy onto the Arena, he left a series of impressions on the Diamond-crafted surface. This was the first time such an occurrence had happened since the establishment of the Heaven and Earth Arena.
Feeling the internal injuries he had sustained, Chen Moxuan laughed. However, as he smiled, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The spectators below were left dumbfounded. They had not expected the outcome to be decided so quickly! Having just taken such a powerful blow from Zhen Tian, it was clear he was gravely injured, yet he still managed to smile. Did he not fear for his life at all?
What a pity! They had thought he might turn the tide and defeat Zhen Tian, but in the end, he succumbed to Zhen Tian's might. It was truly unfortunate!
Youthful arrogance can be wonderful, but ultimately it comes with a price. Zhen Tian truly was formidable; under such circumstances, he had managed to break through to a new level of strength. Chen Moxuan’s defeat was not unjustified. Given a few decades or even centuries to cultivate, he might have had a chance to surpass Zhen Tian. But alas, it was too late to say anything now!
The people in the Arena saw Chen Moxuan retreating more than ten steps with blood at his lips and assumed he was gravely injured and near death.
Some people felt regret upon witnessing this scene, while others were filled with joy. There were also those who began to praise Yang Zhentian fervently.
"I knew that Zhen Tian's strength was the greatest. Previously, he was being suppressed by Chen Moxuan, but that was merely because he was dealing with a junior! Now that he has unleashed his killing move, Chen Moxuan is no match for him. At such an age, Zhen Tian still possesses such vigor; it truly is a cause for celebration!"
Among these onlookers, the one with the most complicated emotions was Yang Wei. At first, he thought that as long as his father stepped in, capturing someone like Chen Moxuan would be a piece of cake. He even imagined subduing Chen Moxuan to vent his own frustrations.
However, he never expected that the situation would turn out to be Chen Moxuan overpowering his father in battle, which was something he found utterly unacceptable and made him extremely anxious. He understood that his current status relied entirely on his father's reputation; if Yang Zhentian lost this duel, he would also suffer a significant loss.
It wasn't until he saw Yang Zhentian strike Chen Moxuan, causing him to spit blood, that he finally burst into wild laughter. In such a short span of time, he had felt his heart race countless times, and now it was filled with boundless joy.
Unable to contain himself, he shouted from the sidelines: "Chen Moxuan, now you know how powerful my dad is, right? You should admit defeat immediately and behave like a good dog from now on; then I might let my dad spare your life!"
Naturally, Chen Moxuan heard Yang Wei's words but paid no mind to someone as insignificant as him. He turned to Yang Zhentian and said, "Your strength is indeed formidable; you've injured me, and I’m quite pleased about it. To thank you for this injury, which has shown me just how strong my defenses are and has improved my mastery of combat techniques, I have decided to unleash my most powerful move in gratitude!
You must take this seriously and use all your strength to defend against it. I cannot control this move, nor will I hold back. If you can withstand it, I won’t take your life; if you cannot withstand it, then I hope you won’t blame me when you’re underground!"
Chen Moxuan spoke each word with utmost seriousness, but some spectators thought he had gone mad due to his injuries.
"Is he really insane? How could he say such things!"
"It’s very possible that he truly has lost his mind. I've heard that some people can’t handle the shock of injury and end up losing their sanity; his behavior seems quite similar!"
"I feel like he's more serious than any of us watching this spectacle. Do you think what he's saying could be true? Has he really not used all his strength yet?"
"I find it hard to believe; how could someone who’s been beaten so badly still hold back their full power? If he were really that foolish, how could he possibly be so strong?"
Yet there were also those who took Chen Moxuan's words to heart and believed them to be genuine—like Yang Zhentian himself.
Although just a moment ago he had struck Chen Moxuan and felt victorious in their duel, his expression grew heavy as soon as Chen Moxuan spoke. He realized that someone as powerful as Chen Moxuan would not speak such nonsense lightly. If what Chen Moxuan said was true, then he had even more formidable techniques at his disposal!
Thus, disregarding his exhaustion, he gathered all his energy and spirit once more, preparing to counter Chen Moxuan's attack.
Demon Battle Golden Body!
Seeing that Yang Zhentian was ready, Chen Moxuan unleashed the Demon Battle Golden Body. In that instant, his body radiated a brilliant golden light, making him appear incredibly dazzling to all who beheld him.
Just as they were captivated by his brilliance, Chen Moxuan vanished from sight. When he reappeared, he was right in front of Yang Zhentian. With a simple punch, he struck Yang Zhentian.
This punch lacked any technique; it was pure speed and power. Yang Zhentian attempted to block it with Zhen Tian Zhang. However, at that moment, he realized that both his own physical strength and the shockwave of energy were swiftly obliterated by the force of that punch.
It wasn't that his power was insufficient; rather, Chen Moxuan's punch was overwhelmingly strong! This immense force ruthlessly shattered his defenses and surged into his body. He felt as if his once indestructible form had become as fragile as paper, unable to withstand any destruction.
He opened his mouth to say something, but even this slight movement triggered a chain reaction. Wounds erupted all over his body, and blood gushed forth from them.
With one punch!
Yang Zhentian!
Dead!
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