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Chapter 320: 317: Are You Sure He Doesn’t Have a Divine Body?_l

simultaneously arrived at the ring.

There must be more formidable characters than Yuan Shaoyang and Yang Chen, but the first face-off between the two ferocious characters was the first of today’s knockout competition. There was no doubt that the Sixth Level of the Spirit Martial Realm had the possibility of winning the championship. The collision between the two characters with the possibility of winning the championship was highly anticipated.

Yang Chen was somewhat surprised that he could encounter Yuan Shaoyang.

Yang Chen still remembered the man who seemed to harbor a grudge against him quite well.

Now, seeing Yuan Shaoyang on stage, Yang Chen stood with his hands behind his back and said nothing.

Yuan Shaoyang, on the other hand, seemed amiable and bowed: “Brother Yang Chen, I didn’t expect us to collide in the fourth round. Haha, Brother Yang Chen, please take it easy on me. Your dark horse status makes me feel a little uneasy.”

“Oh? Really?” Yang Chen slowly said, although he didn’t know what Yuan Shaoyang meant, he could tell that Yuan Shaoyang was definitely up to no good.

Seemingly friendly, who knows what schemes Yuan Shaoyang was devising in his heart?

Yuan Shaoyang clicked his tongue, “Brother Yang doesn’t seem to understand what I mean. What I’m trying to say is, a horse is ultimately a horse, ridden and stepped on by people… A dark horse, hehe. The same goes for you and your sister Yang Caidie. Haha, your sister’s simple-minded head wants to compete with me for the Young Sect Master? I just want to say she’s still too inexperienced. Once I become the Young Sect Master, the first person I’ll take care of is her.”

Hearing this, a chill flashed in Yang Chen’s eyes, and he said coldly, “Yuan Shaoyang, if you want to infuriate me, well, you’ve succeeded.”

Seeing the delighted expression on Yuan Shaoyang’s face…

What was the purpose of his provocation?

It was to enrage Yang Chen.

When two martial artists of the same rank face off, whoever loses their composure and rationality first will lose.

That was the effect he wanted.

It seemed that Yang Chen was still a little green. Hadn’t he heard that Yuan Shaoyang was best at scheming? Otherwise, how could he have played Long Huazuo of Yanhua Pool in circles?

However, he didn’t know that although Yang Chen was angry, he had no intention of being irrational.

On the contrary, he would make Yuan Shaoyang pay for his rudeness.

What he hated the most was when people used those around him to threaten him. Even if it was just a joke, it was no different.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen clenched his hands, and took out the Forbidden Purple Dragon Spear from his storage bag.

“In this battle, I will show some of my strength. At least, I should let Elder Mu BaiSheng know that his proposal for me to become the Junior Sect Master of Yuanshan Sect was not a wrong choice,” Yang Chen thought.

He had planned to showcase some of his strength in the knockout competition.

Since he had encountered Yuan Shaoyang, he would naturally take out what he should as planned!

At this moment, seeing Yang Chen exuding a murderous aura and the Forbidden Purple Dragon Spear in his hand, Yuan Shaoyang squinted, and his expression became cautious. His hands flipped, and a purple flame gradually emerged.

In an instant, Yang Chen made his move.

As soon as he made his move, dozens of lightning bolts filled the entire ring. The thunder and lightning crisscrossed and struck Yuan Shaoyang directly.

This bombardment was truly astonishing, making Yuan Shaoyang’s scalp

numb.

After all, he had never fought with Yang Chen before, so where did he know how powerful Yang Chen was? Now, seeing Yang Chen’s powerful thunder and lightning, he immediately believed what his sect elders said. He quickly yelled, and his true Qi turned into a purple sun fire, clashing directly on Yang Chen’s lightning bolt.

The Purple Sun Fire was of extraordinary power, and upon colliding with Yang Chen’s Thunderbolt Style, it was able to resist Yang Chen’s lightning.

However, soon…

Boom.

Yang Chen’s lightning shattered the Purple Sun Fire and headed straight for Yuan Shaoyang.

This scene was seen clearly by the various sects on the viewing platform.

“How is that possible!”

“Yuan Shaoyang’s Purple Sun Fire was actually broken!”

“It doesn’t make sense. The Purple Sun Fire should have absolute superiority within the Spirit Martial Realm. Yuan Shaoyang’s purple Sun Fire at the Sixth Level of the Spirit Martial Realm allowed him to stand undefeated among his peers, so it was no problem. ‘

“Even if Yang Chen could win against Yuan Shaoyang, it wouldn’t be by brute force. Yuan Shaoyang’s Purple Sun Fire is not easily broken. However, Yang Chen went straight to breaking the Purple Sun Fire!”

Everyone had seen Yang Chen’s methods, but those were observed through the Dharma Mirror; they didn’t know the power of Yang Chen’s lightning.

And now…

Yang Chen’s thunder and lightning power was actually so strong?

Of course, whispers were just whispers. Those with discerning eyes were in the minority.

Sect Leader Mu BaiSheng of Yuanshan Sect sat in his seat on the viewing platform, curiously watching the battle: “Strange, strange. I’m not surprised that Yang Chen can break the Purple Sun Fire, but how can Yang Chen-break it so easily? It’s too strange.”

“Sect Leader, what kind of technique is Yang Chen practicing? It’s so powerful!” someone beside him asked.

“It’s not just a matter of cultivation technique. Even if Yang Chen’s cultivation technique is powerful and domineering, the difference in power would only manifest after the Origin Martial Domain. During the Spirit Martial Realm, the use of True Qi is ultimately limited; the difference in power at the same martial artist cultivation level won’t be too drastic. Yang Chen’s thunder could only support him to break through the Purple Sun Fire, but not easily break it. You have to know that Yuan Shaoyang’s attack just now was a full defense. And it was still broken,” Mu BaiSheng replied, shocked.

“Then, Sect Leader, what’s going on?”

“Are you sure that Yang Chen didn’t have any traces of a Divine Body when he was first detected? Only third-tier talent?” Mu BaiSheng asked as he stroked his chin, feeling that something was off.

There were not a few people who had the same thoughts as Mil Båishéng.

At the same time, the fight between Yang Chen and Yuan Shaoyang continued.

The moment the Purple Sun Fire was broken, a roar was heard.

A mini scorching sun, about thirty feet in size, appeared in mid-air above the

ring, burning fiercely..