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Chapter 974 - 984: The Battle! (Four Updates)

Chapter 974: Chapter 984: The Battle! (Four Updates)

The crowd was still observing, completely unprepared for Tang Zhong to make the first move. He sneered coldly, "Truly inviting your own humiliation!"

"Daring to engage Yan Chihuo and strike first—where does that confidence come from?"

Everyone’s eyes turned to Yan Chihuo, waiting for him to retaliate decisively and cut down Tang Zhong on the spot.

Of course, only a handful could perceive the immense power behind Tang Zhong’s punch.

Even Yan Chihuo did not dare to underestimate it.

From his pupils, it was clear that the moment Tang Zhong threw his punch, crimson flames ignited on his fist, showcasing its terrifying strength.

However, Tang Zhong striking first instantly enraged Yan Chihuo.

"Courting death!"

With a sweep of his flowing sleeve, Yan Chihuo moved in an instant, his Blood Power surging within.

Golden light burst forth from his sleeves!

He swept directly at Tang Zhong’s fist.

With a thunderous boom, Tang Zhong was blown back at once.

The collision of the two produced a strange wave of energy.

After just one exchange, many were left speechless, deeply shocked. At least from the earlier strike, they knew that if they were to face Yan Chihuo, they’d likely be killed in one blow.

It seemed Tang Zhong did have some skills. But his opponent was Yan Chihuo, after all.

Yan Chihuo sneered coldly, "You’d better go all out. Otherwise, to die without using your full strength would be too pitiful!"

He then stepped into the air and launched a palm strike toward Tang Zhong.

Golden Blood Power gathered on his arm. Yan Chihuo, already a Half-step Supreme, was rumored to reach Martial Supreme, a Realm where killing leaves no trace and Blood Power takes form.

Now, with golden light flickering, it seemed to take shape!

As the golden light enveloped his palm,

that hand descended like a crushing mountain.

The immense pressure hadn’t even fallen, yet it made everyone feel suffocated. The Dragon Group members standing behind Tang Zhong took deep breaths to forcibly stabilize the chaotic energy within their own bodies!

Tang Zhong watched Yan Chihuo approach, the gale of energy whipping through his hair and clothes. He unleashed another punch.

The Power of Stone within his body surged, coursing fully through Tang Zhong’s being.

He met Yan Chihuo head-on.

In that moment, there was another deafening boom.

This time, both Yan Chihuo and Tang Zhong were forced to retreat simultaneously.

"He actually managed to push him back!" Everyone who witnessed this scene wore expressions of disbelief as they watched the two combatants.

Yan Chihuo’s expression darkened slightly. He was Xuan Country’s number one warrior—being pushed back was a slap to his face.

He sneered, "Are you already exhausted? I haven’t even used half of my power yet!"

"Well, I haven’t even used a third of mine!" Tang Zhong replied with a smile.

"You... courting death!" Yan Chihuo’s expression twisted into fury.

His attacks surged even more fiercely; he believed Tang Zhong was mocking him.

Others who overheard sneered as well, believing Tang Zhong to be spouting nonsense.

Tang Zhong spoke no further and met Yan Chihuo head-on.

Yan Chihuo’s Blood Power roared through him. Fighting with bare fists, every strike aimed to deal fatal injury to Tang Zhong, yet each time, Tang Zhong evaded.

One punch nearly grazed Tang Zhong’s head.

And each missed hit was a monumental humiliation for Yan Chihuo.

He ascended skyward again, attempting an overhead scorpion kick,

intending to subdue Tang Zhong, but Tang Zhong easily countered it.

The clash of Blood Powers created a spectacle in the eyes of onlookers.

Dueling in midair, with Blood Power explosions, even the ground trembled alongside their battle.

Yan Nantian’s face suddenly turned grim.

After so many exchanges, Tang Zhong was clearly unscathed!

"This can’t be. It must be our ancestor going easy on that man named Tang Zhong!"

Beside him, someone laughed and added, "Of course! Do you even need to question who Master Yan Chihuo is?"

Yet the scene in the skies sapped all confidence from those speaking.

Tang Zhong and Yan Chihuo struck fists again, creating turbulent waves and once again forcing each other back.

On the ground, the Dragon Group members were utterly stunned.

Zhang Changgong stood beside Master Kunlun.

"What round are they on now?" Zhang Changgong asked.

"I’ve lost count, but it’s a lot of rounds already!" Master Kunlun replied.

"This guy—could he really be Yan Chihuo’s match?" Zhang Changgong mused.

A smile spread across his face as he finished speaking.

If that were the case, it would be nothing short of remarkable; they could almost see hope.

The top brass clenched their fists. If Tang Zhong truly prevailed, it would be a great privilege for all of Xuan Country!

Yet there lingered a fear that Yan Chihuo hadn’t truly unleashed his full strength.

Even now, Yan Chihuo might not be at full power, but he had used 80% of his strength. Yet even with 80%, he couldn’t overpower Tang Zhong.

Another strike landed, forcing Yan Chihuo to withdraw once more. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Tang Zhong and declared, "I’ll kill you for sure!"

Meanwhile, Tang Zhong paid no attention to Yan Chihuo’s words. He gritted his teeth and stared at Yan Chihuo, unable to hold back the words that had been suffocating him inside.

He had to speak them.

Now was the time, Tang Zhong launched an offensive. This time, the Tang Sword returned to his hand. Although its blade was dulled, the sharp energy emanating from it was still unstoppable.

With a slash, the blade raced toward Yan Chihuo.

Yan Chihuo drew his own weapon—a black sword named Ink Abyss.

A sword as dark as ink.

"It’s been ages since I last unsheathed this sword. You’re quite impressive to force me to draw it," Yan Chihuo snarled, his fury-filled eyes fixated on Tang Zhong as though he intended to devour him.

With a clang, the Ink Abyss Sword intercepted the descending Tang Sword.

But the Tang Sword’s momentum was overwhelming.

Yan Chihuo’s arm involuntarily trembled from the impact.

"I’d like to know who gave your Yan Family the audacity!" Tang Zhong bellowed, "If desecrating someone’s grave is justified, then I truly want to dig up all eighteen generations of your Yan Family’s ancestors!" Tang Zhong roared, slashing down once more.

"Desecrate them all you want! What can you do about it? In Xuan Country, the Yan Family does as it pleases. What can you do about it? If given the chance, I’d personally dig up Peng Yuan’s grave again," Yan Chihuo shouted, his black sword moving to block again.

Sparks erupted instantly.

"Then I will annihilate your Yan Family!" Tang Zhong growled.

"You’re not worthy!" Yan Chihuo spat.

"Whether I’m worthy is not for you to say—it’s for my blade to decide. Yan Chihuo, I know you’re Xuan Country’s number one, but today, I, Tang Zhong, will cut down this so-called number one!" At that moment, Tang Zhong raised the Tang Sword. Instantly, Blood Power condensed, and simultaneously, he unleashed the Heaven-Burning Slash.