Chapter 47 of 100

Chapter 47

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**Pang!**

A thunderous sound echoed, stirring up gusts of wind. In an instant, sand and stones flew, enveloping the entire courtyard.

A figure, agile like a spirit cat, exuded an indescribable ferocity. Each punch brought a piercing wind, and a relentless, storm-like momentum pressed towards Zhang Chulong.

"Remarkable!"

Under such a dense barrage of punches, Zhang Chulong seemed like a leaf drifting in the sky, swaying in the wind and rain, yet remaining unharmed.

Every time Li Chen's truly lethal punches approached, Zhang Chulong would dodge in a flash, his purple robes fluttering, moving with exceptional agility.

As a Wu Dao practitioner at the True Forging Realm and a newly minted elite genius of the sect, he naturally received focused cultivation from the Xuan Yun Sect, bestowed with a mid-grade Xuan-class sword technique, the "Falling Rain Sword Technique."

This sword technique was an exceptional combination of attack and movement. When perfected, it could make the sword transform into countless forms, making it as impossible to avoid as a sudden downpour, truly formidable.

However, at this moment, Zhang Chulong only used his hands to block and parry, not drawing the long sword at his waist, and dodged with quick steps, clearly not using his full strength.

Even so, he still felt a pressure, the kind one only feels when facing an opponent of the same realm, forcing him to be extremely cautious.

"Hmph!"

Li Chen's gaze was cold, and his movements were swift. He continuously unleashed the Storm Fist and the Tiger Roar Fist.

Even a lion uses all its strength to catch a rabbit. Zhang Chulong, valuing his status as a genius, was unwilling to use his full strength from the start, but Li Chen had no such qualms.

Initially, he intended to directly eliminate this new sect genius, but after a series of storm-like attacks, his emotions calmed, and his killing intent diminished.

After all, he was young and impetuous, though mature for his age, he still lacked experience and was prone to impulsiveness.

Upon reflection, if he truly killed Zhang Chulong today for a moment's satisfaction, his current cultivation and strength, no matter how talented, were not enough to make the Xuan Yun Sect take him seriously enough to allow him to kill elite disciples at will.

"Falling Rain Cold Stars!"

As a Wu Dao practitioner at the True Forging Realm, Zhang Chulong's senses were no less acute than Li Chen's. He immediately detected the change in Li Chen's aura.

Assuming that Li Chen's internal energy was depleted and he was running out of strength, Zhang Chulong seized the opportunity. Without any visible movement, his sword at his waist rang out, transforming into a silver arc.

In an instant, the three-foot-long sword, under the flick of his wrist, transformed into dozens of star-like points, enveloped in a piercing killing intent, and surged towards Li Chen.

"Storm Break!"

As the wind rushed towards him, Li Chen's fists suddenly crossed, a bluish-gray aura flashing, forming a ball of air in front of his chest, which he pushed forward forcefully.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

To the shock of the onlookers, the ball of air actually blocked Zhang Chulong's sword, a full-strength strike infused with the True Qi of a True Forging Realm practitioner.

Thud! Thud!

A powerful surge of energy caused dust to fly, and the two figures were sent flying back, retreating continuously.

"Die, villain!"

Although stunned by Li Chen's strength, Yang Songmo and Chen Mingluo had already seized the opportunity and rushed forward in unison.

A long saber and a short halberd, gleaming with a faint cold light in the swirling dust, stabbed towards Li Chen, who had just landed and was still unsteady.

No one expected the two to launch a sneak attack at this moment. When Pang Wenshan tried to stop them, it was already too late. Chu Ziyun's face changed slightly, and she moved slightly but then stopped, turning her head away.

Swoosh!

Li Chen, retreating, was also surprised. He twisted his waist forcefully, dodging the saber, but the short halberd struck his waist.

To everyone's astonishment, when Chen Mingluo's halberd struck Li Chen's side, no blood seeped out, as if it had only pierced his clothing.

"Scram!"

With a fierce roar, Li Chen's eyes glowed with a fierce light. He grabbed the stunned Chen Mingluo with his left hand and kicked him hard with his left foot.

Pang!

A dull thud echoed, and Chen Mingluo flew several yards away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

Yang Songmo, who had intended to follow up with a killing blow, had just turned his saber but was struck on the neck by Li Chen's outstretched right arm, flying away like a broken kite, following Chen Mingluo's fate.

Everyone hurriedly rushed over to check the two's injuries. Although they disapproved of their actions, they were still fellow sect members and could not let them die.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing the two beaten to near death under his watch, Zhang Chulong's face darkened, and he pounced again, raising his sword.

With a hiss, several-inch-long rays of light shot out, and a sword aura formed, revealing a Spirit-grade sword.

As it flashed, the sword aura suddenly extended several more inches, faintly tinged with a pale blue, becoming even sharper.

Zhang Chulong, as a True Forging Realm Wu Dao practitioner, had already manifested his True Qi attribute. Judging by the color, it was not hard to guess that he was a water-attribute practitioner.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Although he could not kill the other, Li Chen was not about to be passively beaten. He shook his hands in his sleeves and rushed forward.

Returning to the sect this time was under Li Mingyun's orders, but Li Chen had already prepared many explanations.

To avoid being framed, he needed to display formidable strength to suppress these so-called geniuses, ensuring he would be taken seriously by the sect and not be provoked by trivial matters.

Zhang Chulong was the first stepping stone for Li Chen to announce his presence to the Xuan Yun Sect. Even if he did not kill him now, there would be opportunities in the future.

On his fists, a complete green glove appeared, clashing with Zhang Chulong's sword tip without any damage.

On his left hand, although only two fingers were covered, it was clear that this was a broken Spirit-grade glove.

As he moved, the damaged clothing at Li Chen's waist revealed a faint golden glow, clearly an inner armor.

From the earlier block of Chen Mingluo's full-strength halberd strike, it was evident that this armor was also a Spirit-grade treasure, otherwise, it would not have remained undamaged.

Noticing this, not only did the onlookers feel envious, but even Zhang Chulong's eyes gleamed with greed.

As a True Forging Realm Wu Dao practitioner and a sect elite genius, if it weren't for the monkey wine he obtained a year ago, which cost him all his resources, he would not have had the chance to advance to the True Forging Realm.

The Falling Rain Sword he wielded was a gift from the sect.

Yet, Li Chen possessed two Spirit-grade treasures, which could not help but make him envious.

If the others knew that Li Chen also had a Cold Spirit Dagger and a storage bag, they would be even more astonished.

With greed in his heart, his existing malevolent thoughts instantly intensified several times, and the power of his sword technique increased accordingly.

In an instant, the dozens of silver star-like points that could originally be created increased by about seventeen or eighteen.

A peak early-stage True Forging Realm, a newly minted sect elite genius, and a freak with a perfect ten-layer Small Circulation, their current strength was evenly matched, each a formidable opponent for the other!

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