txolops Chapter 705 Late Stage Nascent Soul! Do you admit defeat?
Chapter 705 Late Stage Nascent Soul! Do you admit defeat?
The one-armed cultivator suddenly stopped, his smile freezing slightly. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Chen Fan as if he were seeing him for the first time.
"Late stage of Nascent Soul?"
For the first time, the one-armed cultivator's voice carried a hint of disbelief. "Two months ago, you were merely at the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm. How did you break through in just a few months? No, it's impossible to advance from the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm to the late stage in two months. What secret are you hiding?"
Chen Fan did not answer, but silently pulled out Eleven.
The sword's edge still had that ordinary gray-white appearance, but compared to two months ago, there was an extra layer of very faint deep gray in that gray-white light.
That was a sign that the three realms of artistic conception had been completely integrated.
The one-armed monk narrowed his eyes, and the nonchalant look on his face finally faded a bit.
He licked his chapped lips and chuckled, "So what if you're in the late Nascent Soul stage? I've been immersed in the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul for countless years, and I've devoured more than one or two late Nascent Soul cultivators. Your secret will naturally be revealed after I've consumed you."
He made the first move as soon as he finished speaking.
This time it wasn't a test; they went all out from the start.
With his remaining right hand, he flicked his five fingers in quick succession, unleashing hundreds of streams of dark demonic energy that transformed into a vast array of claws that enveloped Chen Fan.
The density of the demonic claws was several times greater than last time, and the entire void was violently trembling under the pressure of this terrifying demonic power.
The ancient sealing runes on the stone pillars flickered wildly, and the previously dormant spatial cracks at the edge of the void were also reactivated by this power.
Chen Fan neither dodged nor evaded, but swept his sword horizontally.
A gray-white arc-shaped sword beam swept across the sky, and the essence of the three gates was fully unleashed in this sword strike.
Hundreds of sharp claws shattered instantly as the sword light swept across them, turning into countless black fragments of light that scattered across the sky.
The attack that required more than a dozen sword strikes to deflect last time, was enough for him with just one strike this time.
The one-armed monk's expression finally changed.
However, he did not back down; instead, he became even more excited.
He formed a hand seal in front of his chest, and the demonic energy around him suddenly contracted to its limit, before erupting with an even more intense force than before.
The one-armed cultivator's body swelled up to a size visible to the naked eye, and dark demonic patterns appeared on his skin. His already crazed eyes turned completely blood red.
"Possessed by a demon."
Chen Fan had seen this move before.
Back then, at the Hundred Sects Conference, Song Tianren also used the Heavenly Demon Possession technique.
The demonic possession of the one-armed cultivator was completely different from that of Song Tianren!
This person's magic is clearly more ancient, more refined, and closer to the origin of demonic arts.
That demonic power was no longer at the level of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, but was infinitely close to the level of the Half-Step Void Refinement stage.
The one-armed monk unleashed a punch.
Before the fist even arrived, the force of the punch had already shattered the stone pillar beneath his feet.
The entire hollow space was compressed into a concave arc by this punch, and the air violently rubbed against the surface of the fist, producing a piercing shriek.
Chen Fan parried with his sword.
The instant the eleventh fist collided with the force, a visible shockwave swept outwards from the point of impact, shattering all the remaining stone pillars in the hollow.
The bluestone ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and he was thrown back several feet by the force of the impact, but his hand holding the sword remained as steady as a rock.
After regaining his balance, Chen Fan swung his sword in a backhand strike.
This sword strike combined the full power of three different artistic concepts, and for the first time, a very faint layer of deep grayness appeared in the grayish-white sword light.
The fist energy trembled violently a few times under the sword tip, like a venomous snake struck at its vital spot, before shattering with a deafening roar.
The one-armed cultivator let out a muffled groan, his body swaying slightly.
He looked down at the thin, bloody gash in the mouth of his hand, a hint of surprise in his eyes!
He was actually injured!
The manic excitement in the one-armed monk's eyes faded somewhat, replaced by a serious expression.
He grinned: "Good! Good! I haven't bled in years. You're a strange fellow, but the stranger you are, the more interesting it is to eat!"
He pressed forward again, this time without holding back.
In his demonic possession state, he unleashed the full power of his Nascent Soul Great Perfection realm, each punch carrying a terrifying force capable of shaking space itself.
Subsequently, Chen Fan countered with his Three Gates Intent, and the two clashed repeatedly in the void, their fist energy and sword light intertwining to form an impenetrable net of death.
Fifty moves.
One hundred moves.
Two hundred moves.
The stone pillars in the hollow had all shattered, and the ground was riddled with deep craters blasted out by the sword beams and fist strikes. The spatial rifts multiplied under the repeated impacts of the two forces, with over a dozen new ones already appearing at the edge of the hollow.
Both of them had several wounds on their bodies!
The 300th move.
Chen Fan thrust out his sword. This sword strike was without any fancy moves; it was simply a straight thrust with the sword held horizontally.
For the first time, three clear artistic patterns appeared on the gray-white sword light on the sword!
Three lines intertwine on the sword, forming a faint net that completely seals off all escape routes for the one-armed cultivator.
The one-armed monk's pupils suddenly contracted.
He tried to dodge, but found that no matter which direction he moved, the sword would definitely pierce him!
He roared and pushed the power of his demonic possession to its limit, unleashing his strongest punch of his life towards the sword tip.
The moment the fist's energy collided with the sword tip, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a shockwave more terrifying than any before swept out in all directions from the point of impact.
Everything remaining in the void was reduced to dust by the shockwave. The newly appeared spatial rifts were torn even larger by this force, emitting a piercing wail.
The fist energy shattered.
The tip of Eleven's sword pierced through the fist's energy, the demonic energy shield, and the protective spiritual light, stopping steadily three inches in front of the one-armed cultivator's throat.
The one-armed monk stood frozen in place, blood streaming from his right fist, the gash in his hand extending to his wrist.
He looked down at the sword tip pressed against his throat, then looked up at Chen Fan. For the first time, a hint of astonishment appeared in his crazed eyes, which was then replaced by a complex and unfathomable expression.
He opened his mouth several times, and finally let out a hoarse laugh.
"A thousand years. Since I was trapped in this godforsaken place a thousand years ago, you are the first person who has been able to defeat me."
The one-armed cultivator licked his chapped lips, his smile quite unpleasant. "However, I didn't lose because of my cultivation level, but because of your bizarre artistic conception. The artistic conception of cause and effect, the artistic conception of life and death, and that strangest artistic conception—these three artistic conceptions are fused into one. I have never seen such a technique before."
"Admit defeat?" Chen Fan's voice was calm and indifferent.
The one-armed cultivator was silent for a moment, then slowly lowered his right hand. The demonic energy around him gradually subsided, the state of being possessed by the Heavenly Demon faded, and his figure returned to its original gaunt appearance.
He stared into Chen Fan's eyes for a long time, and a subtle emotion flashed in those crazed eyes, like mockery, or something else that was hard to describe.
"I concede defeat." He suddenly grinned, revealing a few broken, yellow teeth. "But kid, it's no use even if you beat me. You'll end up like me, trapped and dying in this godforsaken place, hehehe..."