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Chapter 918 - 890: You Are Still the Awesome One

Chapter 918: Chapter 890: You Are Still the Awesome One

"Ah?"

Upon hearing Li Chen’s words, Ji Changfeng was momentarily stunned.

"What?!" Li Chen glanced at Ji Changfeng beside him. "Could it be that you’re thinking of going up against that Mysterious Level Intermediate Stage opponent?"

"Uh..." Ji Changfeng suddenly felt awkward.

At this moment, the husband and wife standing opposite Li Chen and Ji Changfeng cupped their fists toward them.

"Loose Cultivators Liu Ling and Wang Weiyu, seeking guidance from the two of you!"

Noticing their expressions, Li Chen’s own grew serious.

"Li Chen!"

"Ji Changfeng!"

"The match begins!"

With the sound of the harsh, grating gong from nearby, the battle officially commenced.

However, what Li Chen didn’t expect was that the husband and wife opposite them chose to seize the offensive.

To Li Chen, such a strategy wasn’t unprecedented, but given that they were fully aware of their weaker strength, logically they should have opted for defense to wear their opponents down. Yet, they launched an aggressive assault instead.

The man, Liu Ling, charged toward Li Chen and Ji Changfeng without hesitation. Unnoticed until this moment, a long gun appeared in Liu Ling’s hand.

The gun was pitch black, radiating a bloody and metallic aura, sweeping toward Li Chen and Ji Changfeng simultaneously.

"Hmm?" Li Chen’s eyebrows arched slightly; he hadn’t expected Liu Ling to have such audacity—attacking them both at once.

Knowing his lack of strength, this move would undoubtedly be foolish.

Yet, in the next instant, Liu Ling’s maneuver caught Li Chen off guard.

As the long gun descended, it suddenly veered and stabbed toward Ji Changfeng on one side.

This strike was fast and extraordinarily sharp.

"Ah, so that’s your plan." Li Chen’s eyes flickered slightly.

Although Ji Changfeng’s abilities were not strong, leaving Ji Changfeng alone posed a potential danger to their efforts.

If Ji Changfeng were eliminated, they could focus solely on dealing with Li Chen.

"But do you think I’ll let you succeed so easily?" A smile tugged at the corner of Li Chen’s lips.

Just as the gun was about to pierce Ji Changfeng, who had yet to react, an arm appeared suddenly before him.

"Crack, crack!"

The ferocious stab was forcefully intercepted by Li Chen’s hand.

At the same time, Li Chen placed a decisive kick on Ji Changfeng’s chest, sending him retreating several steps backward.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Li Chen noticed Liu Ling’s smirk and suddenly realized something.

"Not good!"

Turning, Li Chen instinctively shouted at Ji Changfeng behind him, "Move!"

"Boom!!"

A deafening explosion echoed as an unfamiliar figure emerged behind Ji Changfeng—unnoticed until now.

This figure was the woman, elusive until this instant.

Though she was only of Yellow Rank, the weapon in her hands caused even Li Chen to take pause.

An Octagonal Hammer—judging by its structure, it weighed at least a hundred kilograms.

And yet, she wielded it as her weapon without hesitation.

"Chang Feng! Are you alright?"

"Pfft!"

Nearby, Ji Changfeng slowly struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I... I’m fine. I was careless earlier."

On Ji Changfeng’s shoulder, a long gash had appeared, seemingly inflicted when he dodged the earlier attack from the Octagonal Hammer.

"Brother Chen, I’ll handle this side. You focus on your fight!" Ji Changfeng tightened his grip on his weapon, his gaze resolute as he spoke in a low voice.

Upon confirming Ji Changfeng was unharmed, Li Chen nodded slightly, feeling a faint relief internally.

His purpose this time was to acquire the Barrier-Breaking Pill. But the thought of causing trouble for Ji Changfeng instead of achieving his goal concerned him greatly.

This young man was Elder Ji’s descendant. If anything were to happen to him, Li Chen shuddered at the potential consequences.

"Be careful. I’ll come to assist you soon," Li Chen grinned and replied.

"Brother Li, your strength is indeed impressive, but don’t you think you’re speaking too soon?" Liu Ling, standing opposite Li Chen, interjected.

Having sparred with Li Chen earlier, Liu Ling had fully grasped his opponent’s prowess and frightening reaction speed.

Despite this, Liu Ling displayed no intention of retreating.

As a Martial Artist, how could he back down?

He needed validation—a demonstration of his own strength—and Li Chen was the most fitting benchmark for this validation.

"Whoosh!"

The long gun sliced through the air, sweeping toward Li Chen’s waist.

Li Chen’s figure flickered, easily evading the attack. He took two steps back, his gaze toward Liu Ling tinged with intrigue.

Though Liu Ling was also at Mysterious Level Intermediate Stage, Li Chen could sense differences between this man and the others he’d encountered before.

This man carried an unwavering self-confidence coupled with profound determination.

Every move was delivered without hesitation or doubt.

"If you were at Mysterious Level Advanced Stage, you might have posed a real threat. But..." Li Chen shook his head with a faint smile.

His palm lightly stroked the hilt of the blade at his waist before he relaxed his grip.

Against such an opponent, he felt no need to draw his weapon, Red Moon.

"However, martial arts practice isn’t solely about confidence," Li Chen remarked, casually gesturing. Suddenly, his figure vanished from Liu Ling’s sight.

"What?" Liu Ling’s pupils contracted slightly. "Where are you?"

In an instant, a voice whispered from beside his ear.

"Are you... looking for me?"

"Hah!!"

Without hesitation, Liu Ling swept his gun horizontally with force.

Yet, to his astonishment, he hit nothing but air.

Behind him was empty space.

At that moment, Liu Ling noticed something unusual—the spectators’ expressions carried an odd undertone.

"Hmm?"

Instinctively, Liu Ling abruptly looked upward toward the sky.

Above him, an enormous fist loomed without warning.

"Bang!!"

The fist slammed into Liu Ling’s chest without pause, and in an instant, Liu Ling’s body crashed onto the ground. The solid arena floor cracked, leaving a humanoid dent.

The battle ended there.

Li Chen turned toward the other side of the arena, where Ji Changfeng and Wang Weiyu’s match was also nearing its conclusion.

Although Wang Weiyu’s momentum was overwhelming, the sheer effort required to wield her weapon drained both her stamina and True Qi. Against Ji Changfeng’s superior speed, Wang Weiyu couldn’t even touch him. As Ji Changfeng’s weapon pressed against her neck, the match officially concluded.

"Well done," Li Chen approached Ji Changfeng and chuckled lightly.

Ji Changfeng scratched his head bashfully. "Brother Chen, you’re still the impressive one!"