Unrivaled Martial Emperor
Chapter 1145 - Wang Zhong’s Strength

Chapter 1145 - Wang Zhong’s Strength

“What? Wang Zhong has a hundred law threads and is as strong as a Legend?!”

The crowd was immediately sent into an uproar upon hearing what Chen Fan said.

Even the foreign prodigies were stunned.

They all thought that Wang Zhong was similar to Xia Hou, having mastered ninety-nine law threads. No one expected he had already taken that final step, crossing the threshold into true Legendary power.

That one thread difference brought about a qualitative change. In other words, the gap between Xia Hou and Wang Zhong was huge.

Still, Chen Fan was arrogantly disregarding Wang Zhong.

This guy... Many people wondered if Chen Fan had gone crazy.

“You little son of a bitch, you must be tired of living!”

Wang Zhong’s mouth and nose twisted in anger.

Achieving such strength at a young age, stepping into the ranks of Legends, he had every reason to be proud. To make matters worse, he’d long resented being compared to Xia Hou, someone clearly beneath him.

Now Chen Fan’s repeated insults and provocations had pushed him past his limit. He immediately gave chase.

Lian Hao, Ye Xiao, Ji Tianxing, Bu Qianfan, and the other strongest disciples from the foreign forces followed him, but they showed no intent of making a move.

Aware that Wang Zhong’s combat strength had reached the level of a Legend, they were content to let him take the lead. They were sure he could take Chen Fan down.

If they still had to move from the side to support him, they would lose all face.

Wouldn’t it be the world’s biggest joke if a prodigy with Legend-level combat strength failed to handle Chen Fan?

Although Wang Zhong wasn’t a Legend yet, he was really no different from a Legendary realm expert.

If he were willing, he could step into the Legendary realm at any time. He was delaying his advancement due to the Legendary realm.

No one moved. Instead, divine wills filled the sky, all eyes fixed on the battlefield above the nine heavens.

On the True Martial Academy’s side, anxiety was growing.

Wang Zhong had mastered a hundred law threads, and his combat strength had reached the level of a Legend.

Though the numerical difference from ninety-nine was small, the power gap was at least tenfold.

They didn’t doubt Chen Fan’s tremendous strength, yet deep down, they feared he wouldn’t be a match for Wang Zhong.

Being Legends, they understood well the difference between a Legend and a non-Legend.

Even though it was only a difference of one law thread, that one thread represented crossing the dragon’s gate and soaring to the sky.

Huang Wuji had once slain a Lesser Legendary realm expert with Manifestation realm cultivation, but he had more than a hundred law threads at that time. His combat strength had long since reached Legendary level.

By contrast, from Chen Fan’s earlier display, it seemed he had only mastered ninety-nine threads.

An Invincible Legendary realm expert from the Tianxuan Sacred Sect broke the silence, his words meant to brace the True Martial Academy for what was to come.

“Since this is a competition, injuries are inevitable. I hope everyone can understand.”

Chen Fan’s “shameless boasting” had angered the foreign prodigies and their Legends. But they had to restrain themselves for the sake of decorum.

Now, with a chance to eliminate Chen Fan, they naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

The speaker’s words were intended to mentally prepare the academy to preempt any disputes when things escalated.

His words were also giving Wang Zhong the confidence to go ahead and strike without holding back. It would be best if he killed Chen Fan.

Chen Fan knew the meaning behind his words, but he didn’t care at all.

“Hahahaha, well said. Since accidents are bound to happen, don’t complain later about how we treat our ‘guests,‘ especially when I beat them to death.”

The ninety-nine law threads he’d shown earlier? Merely for show.

The higher-ups of the True Martial Academy had wanted to speak; upon hearing Chen Fan’s reply, they shut up.

He had just cut off his own retreat, publicly and decisively.

By now, Wang Zhong, Bu Qianfan, and the others had already closed in on Chen Fan, surrounding him. However, only Wang Zhong advanced. The rest simply stood by, showing no intention of joining in.

“Damned brat, that mouth of yours is really annoying. I’ll tear your mouth off later and rip out your tongue, and show you the price of insulting the Tianxuan Sacred Sect!”

Wang Zhong was livid. Icy killing intent swept out from him like the tide, surging violently.

“Cut the nonsense and make your move. Show me how much stronger you are than that trash Xia Hou. You better not disappoint me,” Chen Fan said indifferently, casually standing in the middle and completely disregarding them.

“You’ll find out very soon. You’ll regret every word you just said, but there’s no medicine for regret in this world. And by the time you realize it, it’ll be far too late!” said Wang Zhong viciously.

Chen Fan furrowed his brow slightly and said somewhat impatiently, “You sure love to talk. Enough nonsense, eat this punch!”

He struck the moment the words left his lips. His fist blasted toward Wang Zhong.

Roar!

With a thunderous roar, his fist force transformed into a savage, evil flood dragon. It tore through space with fangs bared, lunging straight at Wang Zhong’s head, intent on biting it clean off.

“Petty tricks!” sneered Wang Zhong.

Radiant threads of law lit up around him, no more, no less than one hundred. He no longer bothered to conceal his true strength.

“Annihilate!”

Wang Zhong sent out a palm strike that grew to the size of ten thousand feet, crossing the sky, and grabbed at the flood dragon fist force blasting toward him, squeezing it violently.

“You see this, you little bastard? This is the gap between you and me. Your attacks are useless against me. Are you scared now? Do you feel regret now? Let me save you the trouble: it’s useless. Today, you die!” Wang Zhong shouted. The shattered remnants of the flood dragon dissolved into dust as his enormous palm shot toward Chen Fan, its crushing aura tearing through the air and distorting space itself.

“Not bad, not bad. You’re a little stronger than Xia Hou, but it’s only a tiny bit. It still doesn’t change the fact that you’re trash.”

Facing Wang Zhong’s attack, Chen Fan was completely fearless. Instead, he laughed out loud and took the initiative to rush forth. Resplendent light erupted from him, and he slammed into that oncoming large hand in a flash.

With a loud rumble, that large hand crumbled apart, smashed into pieces by Chen Fan.

“What?” Wang Zhong exclaimed in shock.

“Why are you so surprised? This is something very normal. I already told you, you’re trash. A trash that is a tiny bit better than Xia Hou, but you get the idea, right? Trash. Get down!”

Chen Fan flashed through the sky and appeared above Wang Zhong and slammed down fiercely with his palm, pouring down with a starry storm. He smashed Wang Zhong down from the nine heavens, making him crash violently into the ground.