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Chapter 852 - 824: Battle with Zhao Xing!

Chapter 852: Chapter 824: Battle with Zhao Xing!

"Stacking Fist!"

With a swift sidestep, Li Chen arrived beside Zhao Xing, and a punch thundered out abruptly. As Li Chen threw his punch, his arm even shook slightly, and waves of power burst forth from his fist.

Zhao Xing’s eyes flickered. He was not like Kuang Rui, the Yellow Rank Martial Artist Li Chen had encountered before; with his experience, he could naturally perceive the terrifying power contained within that punch.

But in the face of this punch, Zhao Xing’s expression remained unusually calm.

He assumed a peculiar stance with his hands, and the moment Li Chen’s fist approached, Zhao Xing’s hands swiftly clasped together, flipped outward, and his palms pressed against Li Chen’s fist.

"Boom!"

The sound of the fist colliding with the palm echoed.

Li Chen’s Stacking Fist harbored several layers of force, overwhelming for most people to bear. Even Zhao Xing, if he were to take it head-on, would likely be seriously injured.

However, this punch had to be withstood by him.

Layer upon layer of power, transmitted from Zhao Xing’s palms, spread through his limbs and body.

Just like an egg that shatters upon impact, yet if one tries to crush it in one’s palm, it is exceedingly difficult.

The force of Li Chen’s punch dissipated across Zhao Xing’s body. Although there was still some impact felt, compared to Zhao Xing’s actual strength, it was almost negligible.

Having exhausted the force of his punch, Li Chen was about to retract his fist, only to discover that Zhao Xing had firmly clamped down on it.

"Boom!"

A leg sweep struck Li Chen harshly at the waist. In an instant, Li Chen’s body uncontrollably flew out.

There wasn’t much cheering around, but delight shone in the eyes of all the disciples of the Mystic Star Sect.

He was their eldest senior brother, the pride of Mystic Star Sect.

His victory was their victory as well.

"Whoosh——"

Seeing Li Chen being knocked away, Zhao Xing took the initiative to attack for the first time.

This initiative was like a tempestuous storm of attacks.

In the midst of this storm, Li Chen was like a small boat in the waves, always in danger of capsizing.

"Thud!!"

Another punch hit Li Chen’s chest, and immediately, a clear sound of bones cracking emanated from his torso, as he was once again sent flying by the punch.

Zhao Xing pursued him yet again, landing three consecutive punches on Li Chen who had not recovered his senses. The final kick ruthlessly connected with Li Chen’s head, sending him flying over ten meters away.

"Spurt!"

Li Chen, lying on the ground, violently spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He was seriously injured.

This time, he was truly seriously injured.

Li Chen knew that he had underestimated the heroes of the world.

Compared to Zhao Xing, Yu Zhe, whom he had defeated before, was not even on the same level. Even he had to admit, Zhao Xing’s strength was indeed terrifyingly strong.

He certainly had not held back just now. Even without unlocking the suppression of the Mysterious Energy, it was already his full strength.

But such strength was still utterly inferior when facing Zhao Xing, which was indicative of the extent of Zhao Xing’s formidable power.

"If this is really all the strength you have, then I must say I am quite disappointed," said Zhao Xing, shaking his head as he looked at Li Chen.

Li Chen slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then straightened out his clothes, shook his head, and replied with a smile, "I must admit, you are indeed very strong."

"So strong that it shocks me. For my earlier rudeness, I owe Brother Zhao an apology," Li Chen said, and he actually bowed his hands towards Zhao Xing.

"What is this..." Zhao Xing’s eyebrows furrowed.

Atop the pavilion, Lin Xiaoxiao watched Li Chen’s disheveled appearance, couldn’t help covering her mouth, tears swirling in her eyes.

"Brother-in-law..."

"Grandfather Wenxing, let me see my brother-in-law, would that be okay? I promise to become your disciple!" Xiaoxiao suddenly turned her head to look at Daoist Wenxing.

However, at this moment, Daoist Wenxing said with a chuckle, "Although I’ve lived a long life, I still understand the principle of keeping one’s word. Girl, don’t be impatient, let’s talk about that after everything here is over. Besides, the energy in this lad must be more than just this, right?"

As he spoke, a strange gleam flashed across the eyes of Daoist Wenxing.

"Brother Zhao, I was impolite before," Li Chen said to Zhao Xing with a clasped fist.

Just when the disciples of the Mystic Star Sect thought Li Chen was about to concede, his tone suddenly shifted: "Now, please bring out all your strength."

Li Chen looked sincerely at Zhao Xing: "Brother Zhao, I know, you must have been holding back earlier? This gesture is to thank you for your mercy."

"But, starting from now, Brother Zhao doesn’t need to show any more mercy." Li Chen’s eyes flickered with a red light: "Because, I won’t be holding back anymore."

"Hmm?" For some reason, after Li Chen’s words were spoken, Zhao Xing suddenly felt a sense of danger, nodded with a somewhat solemn expression, and said, "Alright!"

"Then please be careful, Brother Zhao!"

Li Chen reached his hand to his waist.

Hidden inside his clothes was a knife.

A Blood Knife that had already drunk its fill of fresh blood.

"Shing!"

When the Red Moon appeared in Li Chen’s hand, his hair also began to change color, turning blood-red in an instant, with long hair hanging down to his waist.

"Such a strong killing intent!" Zhao Xing’s eyebrows were tightly knotted.

He could feel that Li Chen at this moment was completely different from before.

If Li Chen from before could at most cause him some trouble, perhaps carelessly sustaining some minor injuries.

Then, facing the Li Chen of now, if he wasn’t careful, he might very well die!

He finally understood what Li Chen meant.

Above the pavilion, when Daoist Wenxing saw the change in Li Chen, his own eyebrows also involuntarily creased: "What is this..."

At this moment, Zhao Xing realized he could no longer afford to hide his skill.

With a reach of his hand, instantly, a disciple nearby tossed over a long iron rod.

This was an iron rod made of pure iron, weighing dozens of pounds on its own, but such weight put no pressure on a martial artist like him.

What pressured him was Li Chen standing in the distance!

"Ssshh—"

The sound of the air being torn apart came through, and in nearly an instant, Li Chen had already arrived in front of Zhao Xing.

The blade, blood-red as fresh blood.

The blade’s edge, descending from the heavens.

"So fast!"

Zhao Xing’s pupils suddenly dilated, subconsciously lifting the iron rod to block.

But in the instant when the iron rod met the Red Moon, Zhao Xing felt something was amiss and his complexion changed abruptly.

"What’s with this power?"