I Can Merge Techniques

Chu Fan gave a slight nod, understanding completely.

He didn’t underestimate his opponent because of his higher Realm. The Spirit Array Map of the Demon Dragon Celestial Spirit Scripture was already circulating silently within him.

In an instant, a powerful, invisible Perception Power spread out like quicksilver, blanketing everything within a hundred-yard radius.

He could clearly perceive Wang Meng’s every move, down to the slightest tensing of his muscles.

He possessed countless incredibly powerful Secret Skills and bottom cards, but he would never use them on one of his own brothers.

However, he had no intention of holding back, either.

For a true Martial Artist, the greatest sign of respect is to give it your all!

The moment the Spirit Array Map activated, Chu Fan’s body shuddered...

"Ghost Fire Burning Soul, ignite!"

[Ghost Fire Burning Soul: Draws upon the War Soul within as kindling, burning Netherworld Ghost Fire as the flame. It allows one to shatter their own limits and ascend to the Extraordinary Realm...]

His originally calm and composed aura transformed in an instant!

"Huh..."

Wang Meng grunted in surprise, having sensed the change in Chu Fan’s presence.

He no longer hesitated. With a ferocious roar, he shouted, "Watch out!"

Then, he stomped his right foot down hard!

"BOOM!"

The hard flagstones instantly spiderwebbed with cracks, sending shards of rock flying!

His burly frame, like a small mountain on the move, charged forward with overwhelming force, hurtling ferociously toward Chu Fan!

Chu Fan’s past achievements were so unbelievable that Wang Meng held nothing back, putting his all into this single strike!

He threw a punch, and before it even landed, the furious gale it generated slammed into Chu Fan, whipping his clothes about with a sharp crackle!

The hearts of the spectators tightened!

In their eyes, there was no way a Divine Power Realm Cultivator could possibly withstand the might of that punch.

Even if Chu Fan survived, he would surely suffer broken bones and torn ligaments!

It seemed Lord Leng himself would have to step in and provide treatment!

Just as the massive, clay-pot-sized fist was about to smash into Chu Fan’s face—

In the blink of an eye!

WHOOSH!

A residual image suddenly appeared in the arena!

As light as a weightless willow seed, Chu Fan’s figure defied all logic. Just as the furious gale from the punch was about to hit him, he drifted effortlessly to the side, perfectly dodging the earth-shattering blow.

He then dipped his shoulder, leaned forward, and at a bizarre angle, slammed into Wang Meng’s torso!

"Twelve True Forms Fist—Bear Form Mountain Collision!"

The impact looked deceptively light, but it contained a terrifying force, condensed to its absolute limit!

Behind him, the massive phantom of a raging bear materialized, its oppressive presence dwarfing Wang Meng’s own!

"BOOM!"

A muffled bang resounded like the beat of a war drum!

Wang Meng felt an irresistible force explode against him. It was as if he hadn’t collided with a man, but with a colossal beast charging out of primordial antiquity!

His Protective Primordial Qi shattered instantly. With a muffled grunt, his mountain-like frame was knocked clean off its feet, sent flying backward uncontrollably!

"What?!"

An uproar erupted among the spectators!

But something even more terrifying was to follow!

SWISH!

While Wang Meng was still airborne, a trail of residual images appeared in the arena.

Despite starting second, Chu Fan arrived first!

Like a phantom, he caught up to the flying Wang Meng and threw another seemingly ordinary punch at his chest!

Behind him, the phantom of an ancient, colossal tiger flashed for a split second!

"ROAR!"

At this life-or-death moment, Wang Meng displayed incredible combat prowess.

With no way to gain leverage in mid-air, he violently twisted his body. With a roar, he shot his left elbow upward like an iron gate, just barely deflecting Chu Fan’s fist.

Simultaneously, his right hand balled into a fist. Turning defense into offense, he unleashed a terrifying Fist Gang that shrieked through the air as it hurtled back toward Chu Fan’s face!

This series of lightning-fast exchanges between offense and defense left the crowd dazzled!

However, just as Wang Meng thought he could regain the upper hand—

WHOOSH!

Chu Fan’s figure vanished from his sight into thin air!

’So fast!’

Wang Meng’s pupils constricted. Alarm bells screamed in his mind as a chill shot up his spine, straight to the crown of his head!

He didn’t have time to think. Relying purely on his combat instincts, he slammed his right elbow into the empty space to his right!

But as fast as he was, Chu Fan was several times faster!

He had barely extended his elbow when a sharp gust of wind struck from his left.

Somehow, Chu Fan had circled to his left. Forming a Hand Blade, he delivered a swift, precise chop to the side of Wang Meng’s neck!

"THUD!"

It wasn’t the crisp crack of breaking bone, but a dull impact that seemed to rattle the very soul.

Wang Meng’s eyes flew wide, filled with a final look of utter shock and disbelief as all the strength drained from his body like a receding tide.

His tall, burly frame lost all balance. Like a felled log, he crashed heavily to the ground with a THUMP, sending up a cloud of dust.

The entire arena fell deathly silent.

It was as if time had frozen and space itself had solidified.

Wind swept across the Martial Arts Arena, stirring the dust.

Everyone stood as if paralyzed by an Immobilization Spell, their mouths agape and eyes wide, staring intently at the two figures in the center of the arena—

One stood at ease, not a single corner of his clothing out of place.

The other lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

The Demon Suppression Guards and their Captains had imagined countless outcomes before the fight.

They had pictured Wang Meng winning a hard-fought battle. They had pictured Chu Fan lasting for a few dozen exchanges with some Secret Technique before ultimately losing.

But they had never, ever imagined a scene like this!

Wang Meng, a dignified Acupoint Realm expert whose fists and feet could shatter mountains and split stone, was seen by all as a powerful, senior figure.

Yet before a "mere" Second Heaven of Divine Power Realm Martial Artist, he had been as helpless as a three-year-old child!

From start to finish, it had taken no more than three breaths of time!

Wang Meng hadn’t even managed to touch the hem of Chu Fan’s clothes!

This defied all logic!

A Martial Artist at the Second Heaven of Divine Power Realm should be completely incapable of breaking through the Protective Primordial Qi of someone at the First Heaven of the Acupoint Realm!

Yet the scene before them was irrefutable proof!

Everyone felt their entire understanding of the world shatter.

If their Realms had been reversed, this outcome would have been normal.

It wasn’t as if they, the Demon Suppression Guards, had never seen someone defeat an opponent from a higher Realm.

But those victories were always achieved with the help of a Divine Weapon, by relying on a Magical Treasure Secret Artifact, or through a sneak attack using the terrain as a trap.

But just now, the two had fought bare-handed on the wide, flat expanse of the Martial Arts Arena. It was the purest form of hand-to-hand combat, with absolutely no room for tricks!

What did you call this?

A clean sweep?

An absolute, crushing victory!

The few Demon Suppression Captains, who had remained impassive until now, wore looks of utter astonishment.

Li Mubai sighed softly. "Such physical strength... It’s truly inconceivable."

He knew more of Chu Fan’s true strength than anyone else.

Never mind anything else, the corpse Chu Fan had brought with him earlier belonged to a Warlock at the Third Heaven of the Acupoint Realm!

While a Warlock’s physical body might be weaker than a Martial Artist’s of the same rank, their Protective Primordial Qi is in no way inferior.

And that woman had been beaten to death by Chu Fan’s bare fists while his own power was sealed!

The night wind swept by. The crowd blinked, still at a loss for words.

They had intended for Wang Meng to probe Chu Fan’s abilities, and many of them had been eagerly rubbing their hands, ready for their own turn.

But now...

Not only had they failed to get a measure of Chu Fan’s limits, they now felt he was shrouded in an even thicker, more unfathomable layer of mystery. They couldn’t see through him at all!

How could one measure the depths of an abyss with a cup and spoon?

A tumultuous storm raged in the hearts of the Demon Suppression Guards. One by one, they stood there, having completely forgotten to go and help Wang Meng to his feet...