Unrivaled Martial Emperor
Chapter 1146 - The Crowd Astonished

Chapter 1146 - The Crowd Astonished

“What? How is this possible? Chen Fan actually knocked Wang Zhong down from the nine heavens. How is this possible?”

“Heavens, is this guy the reincarnation of an overlord? Could it be that even a ‘Legend’ like Wang Zhong is no match for him?”

“Impossible! Wang Zhong must have underestimated him and let that brat catch him off guard.”

“You’re right. Wang Zhong has already mastered a hundred threads of law and is on par with a Legend. Any non-Legends are just like ants in front of him. I admit that Chen Fan is extraordinary, but how can he defeat a Legend?”

The disciples from foreign forces trembled as they watched Chen Fan send Wang Zhong crashing down with a single palm strike. Even people like Lian Hao, Ye Xiao, Ji Tianxing, Bu Qianfan, and the others felt their hearts trembling.

Suddenly, the sound of air being torn apart rang out.

Swish!

Wang Zhong rushed up from the ground, returning to the nine heavens and staring at Chen Fan with a cold, dark gaze.

Earlier, he had indeed underestimated Chen Fan, allowing the latter to send him crashing. However, he was not injured; only his qi and blood were slightly shaken.

“Did you think your attack could hurt me? Stop dreaming! If that’s all your strength amounts to, then I have to say, you’ve succeeded in killing yourself.”

A cruel smile flashed on Wang Zhong’s face. His gaze, sharp and venomous like a snake’s, locked onto Chen Fan, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Chen Fan looked at Wang Zhong. He had to admit that Wang Zhong deserved his reputation as a peerless pride of heaven. That attack could have injured any newbie Legend.

But Wang Zhong was different. In both talent and combat strength, he far outclassed others at his level.

Moreover, the gap between ninety-nine and a hundred threads of law—a seemingly small step—became a chasm when applied to someone like him.

“So be it. Since that is the case, I’ll raise my strength a little.”

Chen Fan smiled faintly.

The crowd watched in shock as an additional thread of law began to flicker around Chen Fan.

“What? A hundredth thread of law? Chen Fan has also mastered a hundred threads of law!”

“So, he was hiding his strength. This is his true strength. He has mastered as many law threads as Wang Zhong.”

The crowd turned pale, overwhelmed with shock. His aura was like a roaring mountain river, skyrocketing in an instant. They had assumed he’d capped at ninety-nine; now, he’d crossed the threshold instantly.

Wang Zhong’s savage smile dropped, looking like he had seen a ghost.

It may have been just one more thread, but breaking past that final barrier was no easy feat. If it were, Xia Hou wouldn’t have remained stuck at ninety-nine for so long.

Wang Zhong had only managed it thanks to a rare stroke of luck.

“How is it? I didn’t scare you, did I? Since you said ninety-nine law threads can’t hurt you, then a hundred threads of law it shall be. Let’s see how you handle this.”

Chen Fan’s faint laughter rang out. Next, he sprang into motion like a ferocious beast, rushing toward Wang Zhong.

Swish!

Fingers curled like hooks, Chen Fan reached for Wang Zhong’s throat.

At the brink of danger, Wang Zhong snapped back to his senses. Seeing that face suddenly so close, his scalp went numb, and he instinctively retreated.

“Trying to run? Can you get away?” Chen Fan chuckled, sticking to him like a shadow.

A ruthless light shone in Wang Zhong’s eyes. With a swift motion, an extraordinary halberd appeared in his grasp. He swung it in a sharp arc, aiming straight at Chen Fan.

“Damn it, break for me!”

Chen Fan had no choice but to change his move. He raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike. The palm strike clashed with the halberd, and the clash rang out like thunder, metal against flesh, sending sparks flying.

Clang!

Meanwhile, Wang Zhong took the chance to create some distance between them and stared fixedly at Chen Fan. Inside, waves of turmoil surged.

Lian Hao, Ye Xiao, and the others were feeling the same inside.

They had believed that with Wang Zhong’s power, defeating Chen Fan would be easy—a way to reclaim their pride.

They never expected this.

“Now, you won’t be so lucky.” Chen Fan looked at Wang Zhong with a smile. Clasping his hand, a Heaven Piercing Spear appeared in his grasp. Next, he shook and vanished from sight.

Puchi!

The space in front of Wang Zhong collapsed and shattered. A Heaven Piercing Spear came stabbing out from that space, pressing to take his life, aiming for his head.

His expression changed. He instantly swung out with his halberd, clashing with the Heaven Piercing Spear.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Chen Fan and Wang Zhong were tangled in an instant, colliding crazily.

However, the result was obvious.

Facing Chen Fan’s storm of attacks, he struggled even to defend himself. Streams of terrifying force surged into him, shaking his qi and blood, making fresh blood seep out of the corners of his mouth.

“Weak, weak, weak. Too weak. You’re indeed trash!” Chen Fan taunted with every thrust of his spear, making Wang Zhong spew blood.

Yet, he couldn’t retort.

How could he when he couldn’t even defend himself properly? How could he dare to split his attention to talk back?

“What do we do? Wang Zhong is being suppressed and isn’t a match for this little son of a bitch.”

“Should we step in?”

“Do it! He told us to come at him together. Let’s grant him that wish.”

“That’s right. It’s not the time to care about our face. If Wang Zhong falls, who among us can take his place? Our face is nothing, but we can’t afford to lose face for our sects.”

“Alright, we’ll strike, then. Pin that bastard down and give Wang Zhong a chance!”

The seven of them, including Lian Hao, Ye Xiao, Ji Tianxing, and Bu Qianfan, saw Wang Zhong cornered and on the verge of collapse. Their divine wills flared, exchanged in an instant. With no more hesitation, they launched their strongest attacks together.

They attacked simultaneously, executing their strongest attacks at Chen Fan like a raging storm.

When they joined hands, they were no weaker than Wang Zhong.

The disciples of the True Martial Academy immediately cursed out loud.

“Damn it! Weren’t they supposed to stay out of it? Now they jump in. Shameless!”

“Hoho, Junior Brother, only now do you see how low the so-called elites of the foreign continents will stoop?”

Naturally, Chen Fan sensed the intense fluctuations behind him. He immediately rose into the sky, dodging their attacks.

Although they were no match for Chen Fan, all of them had Grade-8 or 9 weapons in hand. They were a bane even for him.

“Hahahaha, good, good, good. That’s the way. Wang Zhong alone is not enough for me. Come at me together. Even though you’re all weaklings, you're comparable to Wang Zhong when you join hands. Barely enough to get me warmed up!” Chen Fan laughed out loud, sounding unusually excited.