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Chapter 840 - 840 800 Easily Killing

840: Chapter 800: Easily Killing 840: Chapter 800: Easily Killing Lu Chuan’s words once again shocked everyone present.

Barehanded, he stood there calmly, showing no intention of drawing a weapon.

Those around him began whispering to each other, all curious about Lu Chuan’s strategy.

As a swordsman, he was actually not using a sword to fight, but instead intended to fight barehanded.

This was simply outrageous!

“Is…

is this still considered a swordsman?

He’s not even using a sword to fight.

Could it be that the precious sword on his back is just for show?”

“Impossible, the scabbard is made from top-quality leather, at a glance it’s clearly not an ordinary precious sword.”

“Then why isn’t he drawing his sword?

Could it be that he truly intends to fight Zhao Kai with his bare hands?”

“Oh my, that’s completely looking down on Zhao Kai.”

“He didn’t even consider Zhao Kai a person, that’s just too arrogant!”

By this time, Zhao Kai’s face had turned extremely dark, his eyes coldly fixed on Lu Chuan as he suppressed a surge of anger, eager to release it immediately.

In response, Lu Chuan just offered a faint smile, maintaining an easygoing demeanor the entire time.

“Seeking death!

To look down on me like this, you’re simply asking for death!”

Zhao Kai roared with rage, and then he charged toward Lu Chuan.

When the crowd saw Zhao Kai go straight for Lu Chuan, their blood boiled, and they roared in support.

“Charge, Zhao Kai, chop down that guy!”

“Let him know the prowess of us disciples from the Fiery Sword Sect!”

“Him, challenging our master?

Purely wishful thinking.

Senior Brother Zhao Kai, teach him a lesson!”

“Senior Brother Zhao Kai is so fierce, he’s already pressing down with his momentum from the start, he must win!”

Whoosh!

Zhao Kai’s figure swiftly approached Lu Chuan, and then he gripped his longsword, thrusting violently at Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan quickly raised his hand, extending it, and with just his index finger and thumb, he firmly pinched the blade of the sword.

In an instant, the ferocious longsword, as if frozen in time, suddenly halted in place, motionless.

Then, Lu Chuan looked at Zhao Kai with a faint smile.

“Your strength and speed are both too weak.

I estimate that you’re at most a Grade 1 Martial Prince Realm.

Such strength is not enough to challenge me.

Only your master has the strength to fight me.

I’m not being arrogant; I’m just stating the truth.”

For a moment, everyone on the scene was stunned, staring at the scene before them, as their hearts were agitated with tumultuous waves.

“Is…

is it over just like that?”

“Senior Brother Zhao Kai’s fierce thrust was easily neutralized by him.

Just how big is the gap in their strength?”

“Terrifying.

This guy’s speed, strength, and reaction time, are all far beyond Zhao Kai’s.

How are they supposed to fight?”

“The gap in strength, is it really this big?

There’s no fight at all, this is completely one-sided domination.”

“I think they should stop quickly.

Zhao Kai is definitely no match.

This brief exchange is enough to reveal a lot!”

At this moment, inside the arena, Zhao Kai looked up at Lu Chuan, with his eyes wide open filled with fear.

His lips trembling, he opened his mouth but had no idea what to say.

He tried hard to pull his longsword back, but it seemed as if it was welded in place, firmly locked between Lu Chuan’s fingertips, with no chance of being freed.

Lu Chuan looked at Zhao Kai with disdain, laughing, “With such inadequate skill, you still dare to be so bold in front of me!”

Lu Chuan turned his head toward the rest of the crowd and shouted, “Bring me that guy’s master, Yang Tianqi must come out and give his disciple a proper lesson, how dare he be so insolent in front of me, he’s truly seeking death!”

Zhao Kai shouted back, “My master won’t punish me just because of you, dream on!”

Lu Chuan’s left hand condensed the Divine Fire of the Sun and tossed it casually, the searingly bright flame landing on Zhao Kai’s body.

Immediately, the flames began burning over his entire body.

The intense heat made him let out a painful scream, as he struggled and fled in desperation, his voice filled with piercing howls.

The onlookers felt pity but none dared to step forward to help him.

Before long, Zhao Kai collapsed to the ground, flames covering his body.

Gradually consumed by the fire, he lost his life and ceased to struggle.

With Zhao Kai’s death, Lu Chuan suddenly felt a lot more peace around him.

Just then, from the midst of the crowd, an elder in a dark red robe quickly made his way forward.

He made his way through the crowd to the front of the dueling ground.

Seeing Lu Chuan, he shouted loudly, “Who is making trouble here?

Doesn’t anyone see whose territory this is?

This is the domain of the Fiery Sword Sect, who dares to cause trouble here?”

He shouted loudly as he stepped out from the crowd.

Lu Chuan turned around to meet Yang Tianqi’s gaze.

He appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties, but he had a very strong constitution, moving briskly with a wind coursing underneath his feet, more vigorous than many young people.

Lu Chuan looked at him and asked with a faint smile, “Are you Yang Tianqi?”

“Correct, I am indeed,” he affirmed.

“Was Zhao Kai your disciple?”

“Yes, Zhao Kai was my direct disciple.

I saw his talent and intelligence; although his current strength isn’t strong, with proper cultivation, he’s bound to become a powerful swordsman.”

“And where is my disciple?”

He yelled loudly, glaring furiously at Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan pointed to a charred corpse beside him and said indifferently, “That would be your disciple, although you might not recognize him anymore.”

Yang Tianqi looked over, his pace slowing considerably, heavy with each step.

“Zhao Kai…”

“You killed Zhao Kai!”

“You dare to lay a hand on my disciple, that’s a challenge to me; you dare to kill a disciple of the Fiery Sword Sect, that’s a challenge to the entire sect.

No one from the Fiery Sword Sect will spare you!”

“From this day forth, you are an enemy of our Fiery Sword Sect!”

Lu Chuan remained unmoved, serene and undisturbed.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, if I’m an enemy, then so be it, I don’t care,” he said nonchalantly.

After all, the more debts one has, the less one worries, Lu Chuan did not care anymore who held grudges against him.

One more enemy or one less, it doesn’t make much difference.

Yang Tianqi gritted his teeth tightly and glared at Lu Chuan with full rage.

“You scoundrel, seeking death!”

Lu Chuan’s eyes grew cold, and a chilling murderous aura was instantly released.

The stronger individuals in the vicinity could clearly feel the fierce murderous intent emanating from Lu Chuan, instantly silencing the entire place, with nobody daring to utter another word.

“Indeed, like master, like disciple!”

“This is all the Fiery Sword Sect amounts to.

If you don’t accept it, then come fight me, and I will make you face reality.”

Yang Tianqi drew his precious sword from behind, walking toward Lu Chuan.

At that moment, Nangong Lingya’s figure stepped up and quickly grabbed Yang Tianqi’s arm, stopping him.