I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1702 - One Hundred and Forty-One: Strength and Skill

Chapter 1702: Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One: Strength and Skill

The stands surrounding the Zongheng Valley’s arena were eerily quiet; every member of the Wang Clan remained silent.

Since ancient times, establishing moral order within the family has always been the top priority; yet no one spoke up to scold the younger generation for challenging their seniors, which in itself was a form of support.

Youth are always forgetful; you cannot expect a group of people in their twenties to remember historical events from ten years or even longer ago.

To them, Wang Chan was just a name, even though in the past, Wang Chan traveled the world and brought great honor to the Wang Clan.

But the sad truth about role models is that they are not allowed to fail; once they do, no matter how high they were once held, they fall just as hard.

A Saint Child, who, while wielding a powerful weapon of the southern heavens was almost shattered by an unknown wandering cultivator, and had to rely on the Ancestor’s Dharma Body to barely save his own life,

For those teenagers who were at most in their early teens at the time, they didn’t care about the circumstances; they only knew that Wang Chan’s failure caused them to be unable to lift their heads for a long time.

"Why is it that everyone else’s leader remains undefeated, while our own suffers defeat? Isn’t it because he is not strong enough?"

Feeling a surge of frustration, they grow up, and once they gain power, they can’t help but think, "If I were the Saint Child of the Wang Family, I would never have let this happen."

Twenty-seven-year-old new Dao Child Wang Tu, his face full of arrogance, pointed at the former Dao on the stage: "With the Divine Armor at your side, you were ambushed and killed by an unknown cultivator. How are you fit to be called the Saint Child of the Southern Heavens?"

This young man, extremely confident in his own strength, intended to use this battle to make the people of Zongheng Valley understand that it was not the martial arts of the Wang Clan that were inferior to other sects, but rather it was Dao Child Wang Chan who was inferior in skill.

With the cold gleam in his eyes sharp as a knife, Wang Tu declared a battle for supremacy.

Facing the reckless challenge of the trusted Dao Child, Wang Chan remained composed, yet his heart blossomed with joy.

The newly-recovered Wang Chan urgently needed an opportunity to prove to his family that he was still the martial artist with the potential of a Saint King, still one of the four most dominant individuals of the younger generation.

And what better way to establish his authority than to instruct the up-and-coming Dao Child?

Wang Chan smiled, stood up from the stands with his clothes fluttering, and lightly leaped down, standing in front of the young Dao Child.

The young Dao Child, thinking he had grasped an incredible opportunity, activated his bloodline power, transforming into a giant white-haired, red-footed ape, with hair like flames.

His thick, pillar-like arms formed the seals of the Dunjia Secret, and a deep, majestic roar echoed through heaven and earth.

Qian, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian.

The brilliance of the Dunjia Nine Secrets flowed like a mystery into the giant ape’s martial body, and Wang Tu’s fists flew forth like thunderous roars.

In this head-to-head combat on the arena stage, body cultivators held an advantage, with their relentless attacks capable of disrupting the construction of any complex Spirit Art or formation models.

At such a distance, Zhu Yan, enhanced by Dunjia, taking the initiative in the eyes of the Wang Family disciples in the stands, seemed to have a clear outcome.

"Zhu Yan bloodline, Dunjia almost complete?"

Facing the powerful assault of Zhu Yan’s rain-like punches, Wang Chan drifted among the shadows of the fists like a fallen leaf, seemingly strolling at leisure despite the arena being blasted by the forceful wind, raising dust and smoke everywhere.

Something was off about this scene; the young disciples of the Wang Family in the stands looked at each other in confusion. Wasn’t Wang Chan’s main practice the Yin-Yang Imperial Technique and formations? How could this be?

Amidst the rumbling sound of thundering fists, Wang Chan spoke in a quiet voice that nonetheless reached across Zongheng Valley, causing everyone’s faces to change.

"If the competition of martial arts techniques is merely about who has greater strength or thicker skin, then this art has truly fallen into decline."

"Experience what true physical technique is all about!"

Zhu Yan’s fists radiated the brilliance of the Dunjia Nine Secrets, his casual, graceful demeanor like a sharp blade. His vigorous blood and qi coursed through his meridians, the thunderous roar of the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound overpowering Lei Dong’s punching force.

Wang Chan shifted from defense to attack, garbed in the Divine Armor, suddenly possessing the capacity to combat a colossal ape. Then his fists tore through the air, like meteors splitting the heavens.

Compared to Zhu Yan’s massive frame, Wang Chan could be considered svelte. Yet when his fists buzzed with the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound and struck true, they invariably caused the fierce Zhu Yan to howl in pain.

"What... What a joke, Zhu Yan’s bloodline is impervious to blades and spears, and with the enhancement of the Nine Secrets, even mid-tier Mysterious State Spirit Arts would struggle to scratch him. How could these punches possibly force Zhu Yan to retreat repeatedly?"

"Impossible, it must be an illusion, it has to be!"

In the stands, numerous young disciples of the Wang Clan felt their worldview crumbling, but there were also some older ones who could discern the subtleties at play.

If Zhu Yan’s body represented the pinnacle of strength, then Wang Chan was the apex of technique.

There’s an old saying among physical technique practitioners: Without training qi, strength training is pointless; without training skill, life’s efforts come to naught.

The so-called qi and skill refer to the internalization of force; a concept that Wang Tu naturally understood, as evidenced by his thunderous and continuous punches, showcasing his considerable prowess in sheer power.

But the matter of strength and weakness is always relative; so-called force is about controlling the power produced by the body.

Wang Tu had exceptional innate talent for physical techniques, but ultimately, he was too young, and more crucially, the potential of the Zhu Yan bloodline was too overpowering.

If the strength of Zhu Yan’s bloodline was one hundred, Wang Tu could now fully master only forty.

Wang Chan, on the other hand, was the other extreme. His inherent physical strength was at most one-tenth that of Zhu Yan’s, but through the amplification by the Divine Armor and the magnification of internal force, his power was not to be underestimated.

Despite Zhu Yan’s fists thundering like a storm, it was a sign of dispersed force, whereas Wang Chan’s hand-to-hand combat, seemingly devoid of flair, was in fact each strike containing layers of internal force, all bursting within Wang Tu’s body.

It’s just that the Zhu Yan bloodline was exceptionally powerful; had anyone else faced him, they would likely have been killed by Wang Chan’s two or three punches.

They say the player is lost while the spectator sees clear, but in a confrontation of physical techniques, only by crossing hands can one truly understand the strengths and weaknesses.

Wang Tu, who was completely outclassed in skill at the moment, was exceedingly frustrated. He went all out from the start to gain the upper hand, aiming to maintain a continuous assault, but one misstep led to another; he was now helplessly trapped in this inescapable hell.

Unable to fully control Zhu Yan bloodline’s power, he was now like meat on a chopping board, at Wang Chan’s mercy, to be dealt with as he pleased.

Despite his frustration, he was well aware that even with his Zhu Yan bloodline activated, he was still being suppressed. If he did not activate it, the outcome would only be bleaker. Wang Chan’s mastery of internal force was akin to a master who had immersed himself in the study of physical techniques for decades. But wasn’t Wang Chan supposed to be more proficient in array formations?

In other words, Wang Chan was suppressing him with physical techniques, which were not even his specialty...

Is this... the strength of the Four Little Saints?

If Wang Chan was that strong, then what kind of person was the Devil Lord Gou Chen, who had nearly killed him?

On the stage, Zhu Yan was questioning his life; while in the stands, the higher-ups of the Wang Family were dazzled by Wang Chan’s performance.

"Valley Master, what do you think of Wang Chan’s skill in physical techniques?"

An elder with several lumps on his forehead squinted at Wang Chan, who was dominating the battle, and said indifferently: "Below the grandmaster level, he’s unsurpassed."