Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 674 - He Won!

Chapter 674 - He Won!

As Chen Fan and Yuan Powang clashed, both drenched in blood and tearing the very space around them, the crowd couldn’t help but mutter in awe and fear.

“Is this really the strength of a seventh-level Divine Nascent realm martial artist?”

“Even a half-step Heavenly Star realm expert can’t gain any advantage over Chen Fan. This is unbelievable!”

“If Yuan Powang fails to defeat Chen Fan, no one will dare to challenge Chen Fan after today.”

“That’s right. If even a half-step Heavenly Star realm fails, only a genuine Heavenly Star realm powerhouse can suppress Chen Fan.”

“Once he enters the True Martial Academy, powerhouses will be lining up to take him as their disciple. His martial path is boundless!”

“......”

Chen Fan’s strength was too mind-blowing.

The crowd had thought that Chen Fan was done for when Yuan Powang appeared, certain he wouldn't survive against a half-step Heavenly Star realm expert.

However, reality gave them a ruthless slap in the face.

Even when his opponent was Yuan Powang, Chen Fan fearlessly fought, drenched in blood with unmatched momentum.

“Ahhh!” Yuan Powang roared repeatedly in anger, his face twisted with fury as his attacks grew more frenzied and violent.

On the other hand, Chen Fan remained silent, his gaze unusually cold and sharp.

He did not cower at all in the face of Yuan Powang’s brutal bombardment. He took them head-on while unleashing terrifying attacks one after another.

Rumble!

The crazy exchange between them set off loud thunderclap-like booms, echoing like the wrathful roars of the lord of heaven ready to unleash world-shattering destructions.

Waves of destructive energy swept out like relentless tides, each one more violent than the last, as if they sought to tear apart the very heavens.

Both fighters were deadly serious, holding nothing back.

Their attacks were merciless, trading hit for hit, neither giving an inch.

Blood painted the sky!

Boom, tch!

Their attacks collided fiercely once more, and the two flew back, spurting blood along the way.

Their injuries were so deep that bones gleamed through torn flesh, painting a scene of utter devastation.

“Yuan Powang, still thinking you can kill me with just that bit of cultivation? Today, I shall defy the heavens and kill you to send a message to the world. I, Chen Fan, am not to be messed with. If you want my martial arts or treasures, be prepared to bet your life!”

Although Chen Fan’s Hegemonic Golden Body had been broken through and he was bleeding, his fighting spirit was as high as ever. His aura remained overwhelming, and he grew even fiercer as the battle raged on, leaving the onlookers stunned.

“Die!” With a loud roar, Chen Fan charged toward Yuan Powang with the Purgatory Divine Halberd in hand, wrapped in an incomparably berserk aura. It was clear he wouldn't stop until Yuan Powang lay dead.

“You little bastard, I’m not afraid of you!” Yuan Powang’s gaze was cold.

He was a half-step Heavenly Star realm expert. How could he be intimidated by Chen Fan? Gritting his teeth tightly, he flipped open the Heavenly Book of Seven Fantasies and clashed fiercely with Chen Fan once more.

Giant claw, disastrous light.

Flood dragon, sword qi.

They held nothing back and used their strongest moves. After all, what was the point of holding back now?

Terrifying forces tore through the sky, ravaging the heavens and earth. The impact rippled through the void and surged across the nine heavens, sending chills down the spines of onlookers.

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

The earth-shaking collisions echoed endlessly. Deafening crashes rang out as violent storms swept through the battlefield.

Fresh wounds tore open on both fighters, blood splattering across the scene, painting a picture of sheer brutality.

Yet, neither seemed to notice or care about their injuries. They fought with reckless abandon, colliding, separating, then colliding again, caught in an endless cycle.

Hiss, hiss.

The nearby crowd watched as the two crossed blows like crazed demons, their backs drenched in cold sweat.

They fought with complete disregard for their lives, exchanging blow for blow, as if each strike was worth risking their lives.

“These two are absolute lunatics! Are they not afraid of dragging each other into the grave?”

“That works as well. After they gravely injure one another, perhaps we’ll have a chance to get some easy pickings.”

“Fight, the fiercer it is, the better. The more heavily wounded they are, the better!”

The crowd’s eyes sparkled with excitement, thrilled by the carnage unfolding before them.

“Die!”

“Kill!”

Another bone-shaking collision erupted, shattering the space around them as the air boiled and collapsed.

The two figures also shot backward simultaneously, blood spraying wildly, even spitting out fragments of their shattered organs.

“Hoo, hoo.”

“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”

Bent over and gasping for air, they glared at each other with feral eyes, as if sheer hatred could finish what their weapons could not.

“Hahahaha, Yuan Powang, that’s all you amount to! Half-step Heavenly Star realm? You’re just a piece of trash!”

Chen Fan slowly straightened his posture, gathering a powerful aura around him once more. His fighting spirit did not diminish at all, like an invincible battle god with an indomitable spirit, boundlessly domineering.

Half of his body was mangled. Tendons torn, bones shattered—yet his resolve remained unbroken.

Yuan Powang also slowly stood up straight. An intense, nefarious qi surged from him.

His situation wasn’t any better than Chen Fan’s, drenched in blood. The majesty of a half-step Heavenly Star realm expert was nowhere to be seen.

Chen Fan raised the Purgatory Divine Halberd, its blade glowing with a fierce, flickering light. With a steely gaze, he uttered a single, chilling word, “Die.”

He shot forth, rushing toward Yuan Powang again.

“Bastard, I’ll tear you apart!” Yuan Powang would never admit defeat. He gathered his strength, his gaze fierce, like a wild beast.

Immediately, the two collided again.

Boom, boom!

“Yuan Powang, you’ll die for sure today!” Chen Fan’s roar resounded. A shocking sword qi and a ferocious flood dragon blasted out in unison.

“Ah!” A miserable scream rang out. Yuan Powang’s divine diagram was torn to bits. He was nearly blown up, and his aura declined sharply.

“Just you wait, bastard. Just you wait! I’ll definitely not let you off!”

Yuan Powang finally felt fear.

If this continued, he and Chen Fan would leave each other in ruins—or worse, both would die.

Die? That wasn’t what he wanted.

He was just half a step away from the Heavenly Star realm. He could lord over the world in the near future. So, why would he want to die? How could he die at the hands of a seventh-level Divine Nascent realm brat? If word of this spread, he would become the disgrace of the Tianwu Continent. An eternal disgrace.

He fled.

For the sake of returning stronger.

He would not forget the shame Chen Fan brought upon him today. He would definitely return. After advancing to the Heavenly Star realm, he would kill Chen Fan to wash away the humiliation he received today.

Seeing Yuan Powang fleeing, dragging his half-crippled body, Chen Fan did not give chase. He also did not have the ability to pursue him.

Chen Fan had already reached his limit. If Yuan Powang hadn’t retreated, the ending waiting for the two would have been death

Fortunately, Yuan Powang couldn’t withstand this kind of pressure and withdrew.

Chen Fan had won this battle!