Lu Chen’s fingers, like gentle flowing water, lightly brushed along the inner side of Wu Gang’s forearm.
With just a slight sidestep and a flick, Wu Gang felt an irresistible force strike him.
His full-body charge was forcefully deflected by Lu Chen’s ingenious ‘four ounces deflects a thousand pounds’ technique!
“What?!” Wu Gang’s eyes bulged as he watched his heavy punch graze past Lu Chen’s afterimage.
The inertia caused his center of gravity to completely lose control, sending him stumbling forward defenselessly.
His wide-open back and side ribs were completely exposed to Lu Chen.
Lu Chen’s eyes instantly turned cold, and his offensive abruptly shifted.
If his defense just now was a gentle stream, his counterattack at this moment was a roaring torrent.
Using Wu Gang’s forward momentum, he seized the opponent’s tiger’s mouth and spun his body violently, using his spine as an axis.
His fists followed like shadows, transforming into a myriad of afterimages the moment Wu Gang lost his balance.
They rained down densely on the opponent’s chest, abdomen, and joints.
Each punch landed without any outward pushing force.
Instead, it forcibly channeled Wu Gang’s own impact force and Lu Chen’s power into his body through vibrations.
“Crack!” A series of teeth-grinding bone-cracking sounds rang out.
Wu Gang’s proud Iron Armor spirit power layer shattered inch by inch like fragile porcelain under this series of wave-like blows.
Lu Chen stepped into Wu Gang’s embrace, his right fist suddenly springing up from his waist.
Within a distance of less than three inches, it unleashed thunderous power.
At that instant, the air seemed to be sucked dry.
“Boom!!” A dull thud exploded in the silent Spirit Dueling Arena.
Wu Gang’s two-hundred-plus-pound body was like it had been directly hit by a heavy hammer.
His chest caved in strangely, and his internal bones shattered inch by inch.
He spun and flew into the air, tracing a tragic parabola.
Accompanied by a gush of blood mist, he crashed heavily onto the defensive barrier fifty meters away.
Then he slid down limply, completely silent.
Silence!
Deathly silence!
Host Lele’s mouth hung open, her pretty face filled with horror.
It all happened too fast.
The battle, from start to finish, lasted less than ten breaths.
“What an exquisite Battle Skill!” Du Busi’s emerald eyes glowed intensely, and he abruptly stood up, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement: “It’s not merely using softness to overcome hardness, but rather perceiving the flow of the opponent’s power through the body in advance, guiding it, dismantling it, and then returning it twofold!
This kind of rebound damage, a Battle Skill that uses an opponent’s strength against them, is something this old man has never seen before.” Du Busi only took one look to roughly understand the attack method of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
But precisely because of this, he was even more amazed.
“If this old man used this Battle Skill, I could definitely fight a 99th-rank Limit Douluo for hundreds of rounds!” Princess Vina sat on the edge of the sofa, her silver-gray eyes fixed on Lu Chen’s back.
In her spiritual vision, Lu Chen’s movements just now had not a single wasted motion.
Every bit of energy was used with perfect precision.
“What terrifying talent!” She parted her red lips slightly, her eyes revealing profound interest.
On the arena, Lu Chen slowly retracted his stance, let out a long breath, and the faint blue aura around him quietly dissipated.
He looked at the distant corpse, his eyes still calm.
Death, he had grown accustomed to.
At this moment, the referee finally woke up as if from a dream, trembling as he announced: “The second deathmatch, the winner — Lu Chen!” The next second, the entire venue erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.
Tang Ya frantically waved her betting slip in the private room, her screams almost tearing off the roof: “Lu Chen!
He won!
gold coin!
My gold coin are here!” Bei Yuxuan closed his folding fan, his face full of excitement, “Brother Lu’s strength far exceeded my expectations, truly worthy of being a genius of the Body Sect!” Behind him, Elder Chen also nodded slightly, his eyes filled with admiration, “Using softness to overcome hardness, a very wonderful Battle Skill.” Meanwhile, in another private box.
“Bastard!” Luo Du instantly crushed the red wine glass in his hand, “My 50,000 gold coin are just gone like that!” He stared intently at the departing Lu Chen, “Did this Wu Gang grow up eating dung?
He can’t even beat a Spirit Scholar!” “Young Master, that little fellow’s strength is not weak, an ordinary Spirit Scholar is no match for him.” Wang Ou’s aged voice sounded appropriately from behind, “And…
he hasn’t even released his Spirit yet.” At these words, a vein on Luo Du’s forehead twitched slightly.
A pair of sinister eyes suddenly swept towards the black-clad girl standing beside him.
“Meiying, do you have the confidence to defeat him?” Meiying frowned slightly, “The opponent’s close-combat strength is very strong, I…” “I don’t care what method you use, you must kill him, even if it means taking pills.” Luo Du gave Meiying no chance to explain.
Meiying’s expression changed slightly, but she ultimately nodded respectfully, “Understood!” …
“Little Chen, we’re rich!” As soon as Lu Chen returned to the private room, a figure pounced on him.
Tang Ya hugged his neck tightly, her face filled with uncontrollable excitement, her voice trembling: “This round alone earned us ten gold coin!
Plus the reward for winning the match, we now have twenty gold coin!
No wonder all those Spirit Masters love coming to the Great Spirit Dueling Arena, getting rich overnight is too easy!” Lu Chen spread his hands, rather helpless: “Sister Xiao Ya, you’re choking me.” Hearing this, Tang Ya immediately released her arms, her smile still lingering on her face.
A hint of shyness, however, quickly flashed in her eyes.
“Brother Lu, congratulations on your initial victory.” Bei Yuxuan raised his wine glass, smiling as he gestured.
“Thank you.” Lu Chen picked up his glass and lightly clinked it with his.
The matches outside were still in full swing.
Lu Chen sat on the sofa, beginning to review the battle he just had.
Although the battle was short, he clearly perceived the combat differences between Spirit Masters and martial artists.
Martial artists focused more on moves and techniques, while ordinary Spirit Masters were extremely reliant on Spirit Abilitys.
To be honest, Wu Gang’s talent was not weak, otherwise, his first spirit ring wouldn’t have been a hundred-year one.
But his attack methods were too singular, nothing more than using Spirit Abilitys to clear the way, then relying on his Spirit’s characteristics to forcefully clash head-on.
“This fighting style is suitable for conventional Spirit Masters, but not for Body Martial Souls, and even less so for me.” Lu Chen pondered, “I already have three fist techniques as offensive means, so absorbing skill-type Spirit Abilitys seems to have little effect.
It would be better to seek percentage-based amplification Spirit Abilitys to thoroughly strengthen my physical body.
Like Long Aotian’s Demon Ape Transformation, Heaven and Earth Transformation, and Dark Gold Power, these are all excellent choices.
Or fuse a Spirit Bone skill similar to [Golden Gods Wrath].
Changing my body form and enriching my combat methods will allow me to perfectly utilize the characteristics of super recovery.” After some thought, Lu Chen had a rough plan for his future cultivation path.
“Little Chen, what are you thinking about?
It’s almost your turn to go on stage again!” Tang Ya leaned over to him, curiously poking his arm.
Lu Chen was startled: “That fast?” He looked up at the screen and saw that seven matches had already concluded.
At this moment, host Lele’s voice spread throughout the venue via a spirit tool, announcing the next match: “Ninth match, deathmatch!
Between the nineteen-ranked assault-type Spirit Master with ten consecutive victories — ‘Explosive Bear’ Buck, against the nineteen-ranked assault-type Spirit Master with six consecutive victories — ‘Shadow Cat’ Meiying!” Lu Chen raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the screen at the sexy, black-clad girl.
He had seen her before.
Bei Yuxuan’s eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, “Brother Lu, this Meiying is the one who bet against you.
Her Spirit is the Phantom Shadow Cat; her speed is astonishing, and her strength is comparable to an ordinary Spirit Grandmaster.
Moreover, her first Spirit Ability is the extremely rare [Etherealization]!”