Chapter 46

"Roar!"

Han Fu's mouth let out a wild roar, his true qi circulating through the fifteen meridians in his body, and a powerful force erupted from within him.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

He held the battle axe in both hands and strode toward Zhang Ruochen. With each step, the battle platform trembled slightly.

"Whoosh!"

He swung the axe diagonally.

Although it seemed like a brute force swing, it carried a subtle force, sealing off all of Zhang Ruochen's escape routes, leaving no place to dodge.

The realm of spontaneity!

The axe follows the heart.

Zhang Ruochen's expression remained calm, showing no signs of panic. He raised his arm, holding the scabbard, and blocked the battle axe horizontally.

"Bang!"

A deafening sound echoed!

The sword and the axe were both suspended in mid-air.

Zhang Ruochen used only one hand to hold the sword, blocking the battle axe that Han Fu had swung with both hands.

Seeing this, all the martial artists in the Yellow Rank Battle Arena were utterly shocked. No one could have imagined that Zhang Ruochen's strength was so terrifying.

"Han Fu has innate divine strength and can burst out with thirty-two oxen of force without using martial techniques. Could the Ninth Prince's strength be even more formidable?"

Hong Tao stood on the viewing platform, gently shaking his head and sighing, "It turns out that His Highness the Ninth Prince has never used his full strength from the beginning. His cultivation is truly unfathomable. I wonder if Han Fu can probe how strong he really is?"

Indeed, it was a scene that left a deep impression. Previously, everyone thought that the Ninth Prince only had a high realm of sword intent, which is why he could defeat those Yellow Rank Great Perfection martial artists.

No one would have thought that his strength was also so terrifying.

With just his strength, he could match Han Fu.

"Boy, your strength is impressive. Take another axe from Lord Han!"

"Chaos Slash!"

Han Fu's body shot up more than six meters, using a Human Rank Intermediate martial technique. He raised the battle axe with both hands and swung it down again.

Using a Human Rank Intermediate martial technique, combined with the 1,200-pound weight of the battle axe, the axe swing burst out with forty-five oxen of terrifying force.

"Heaven Heart Sword Bell!"

With a swish.

The Flash Soul Sword was finally unsheathed.

Zhang Ruochen mobilized all the true qi in his body, infusing it into the Flash Soul Sword, activating all four force-type inscriptions within the sword.

The weight of the Flash Soul Sword reached 453 pounds.

The swirling sword qi formed a virtual sword bell, enveloping Zhang Ruochen's body in the center.

"Bang!"

Han Fu's axe struck the sword bell, not only failing to break it but also being repelled by a powerful counterforce, sending him flying backward.

Han Fu felt a sudden tremor in his internal organs, his blood qi surging, and he was actually injured internally.

It should be noted that Zhang Ruochen could exert thirty-six oxen of force without using any martial techniques. Using the Dragon Elephant Bodhi Palm, he could exert forty-nine oxen of force.

The Heaven Heart Sword Technique is not a strength-amplifying martial technique but emphasizes the agility of the sword and the sharpness of the sword qi.

However, the Heaven Heart Sword Technique is a Low Rank Spirit Sword Technique. Using the defensive move of the Heaven Heart Sword Bell, Zhang Ruochen still burst out with forty-nine oxen of force. Combined with the counterattack of the sword bell's sword qi, it was no wonder Han Fu was injured.

"Again!"

Han Fu's eyes turned blood red, and he activated the Fire Lion Leopard bloodline within his body, with flames emerging from the pores of his skin.

"Han Fu is going berserk!"

"By activating the Fire Lion Leopard bloodline, his strength can burst out with forty-nine oxen of terrifying force."

The last time Han Fu went berserk, he directly dismembered a Yellow Rank Great Perfection martial artist, hacking the person to a bloody mess with his battle axe.

It should be noted that a typical Yellow Rank Great Perfection martial artist can only burst out with twenty-five oxen of force, and a martial artist who can burst out with thirty-six oxen of force is already quite formidable.

Forty-nine oxen of force is even more formidable, and some Yellow List martial artists cannot burst out with such terrifying force.

Han Fu could have become a Yellow List martial artist, but in his tenth battle, he encountered a highly ranked Yellow List martial artist, so he failed to win ten consecutive battles.

If he had faced a weaker Yellow List martial artist in his tenth battle, he would now be a Yellow List martial artist himself.

It can be said that Han Fu's strength is no less than that of a Yellow List martial artist.

"Heh heh! To force Han Fu to go berserk, Zhang Ruochen, your strength is indeed formidable!" Liu Chengfeng stared at Zhang Ruochen, who was continuously retreating on the battle platform, with a teasing look in his eyes.

Once Han Fu goes berserk, even Liu Chengfeng might not be able to defeat him, let alone Zhang Ruochen.

If he were to lose to Han Fu, it wouldn't just be a loss, but a matter of life and death.

"Whoosh!"

Before the battle axe even swung down, Zhang Ruochen could clearly feel a wave of heat rushing toward him. He did not engage in a direct confrontation with Han Fu but instead took a step back.

If he were to engage in a direct confrontation, Zhang Ruochen's strength would not be inferior to Han Fu's.

However, Zhang Ruochen not only wanted to defeat Han Fu but also needed to prepare for the tenth battle against a Yellow List martial artist. Therefore, he absolutely could not consume too much true qi and stamina now.

Han Fu continuously swung his battle axe, and Zhang Ruochen continuously retreated and dodged, each time narrowly avoiding being hit. It was unimaginable what the outcome would be if he were to be hit.

The Ninth Princess, standing below the platform, was extremely anxious. It was too dangerous. Why wouldn't her younger brother admit defeat? Was there still a chance to win against Han Fu?

At first, Han Fu indeed had the upper hand, his momentum strong, completely suppressing Zhang Ruochen.

However, gradually, Han Fu's strength began to weaken, the speed of his axe swings slowed, and the flames on his body became increasingly thin.

"Han Fu's true qi consumption is too great; he is likely to lose! This Ninth Prince is indeed a talent, with high potential!" Liu Chuan said.

Upon hearing the news of Zhang Ruochen's eight consecutive victories, Liu Chuan immediately rushed to the Yellow Rank Battle Arena to see how strong this Ninth Prince was.

Beside Liu Chuan stood a scholar wearing an iron mask, his voice somewhat hoarse, saying, "If this Ninth Prince can grow, he might be able to compete with the Seventh Prince."

"Hmm?"

Liu Chuan glanced at the iron-masked scholar and asked, "What do you mean, sir?"

The iron-masked scholar replied, "If Yunwu County only produced the Seventh Prince, in ten years, the Wu Market Money House, the Black Market, and the Inscription Guild would all be under the control of the official forces. No one in Yunwu County would be able to compete with the Seventh Prince in ten years."

"But if there is someone within the royal family who can restrain the Seventh Prince, it would be a different situation."

Hearing this, Liu Chuan nodded slightly, a thoughtful look on his face, and said, "It seems that our Wu Market Money House can still lend a hand when necessary. If the two princes can fight to a stalemate, it would be the best outcome."

"Compared to the Seventh Prince with his astonishing talent, this Ninth Prince is still too weak. We only need to provide some support from behind. Whether he can become a significant force depends on his own potential."

The iron-masked scholar smiled slightly and said, "Han Fu will lose within three moves."

Just as the iron-masked scholar finished speaking, Han Fu was struck off the battle platform by Zhang Ruochen's palm.

Ninth battle, victory!

Another victory, now only one more battle to go.

As long as he could win the final battle, he could write his name on the Yellow List and become the 28th Yellow List martial artist of Yunwu County.

Of course, the final battle would also be against a Yellow List martial artist.

"Too strong! The Ninth Prince is only sixteen years old and is about to become a Yellow List martial artist?"

"It is said that when the Seventh Prince became a Yellow List martial artist, the Yunwu County King ordered a general amnesty."

"Everyone, guess which Yellow List martial artist will try to stop the Ninth Prince's ten consecutive victories?"

…

The entire Yellow Rank Battle Arena was once again in a frenzy. Even the martial artists watching in the玄级武斗宫 (Mystic Rank Battle Arena) came over to witness the birth of a new Yellow List martial artist.

The moment of becoming a Yellow List martial artist is extremely rare, and it might not happen even once in half a month.

"Ninth Brother, you must succeed!" The Ninth Princess, who had not expected Zhang Ruochen's strength to be so formidable, was now much more confident in him.

Dan Xiangling's beautiful eyes sparkled as she stared intently at Zhang Ruochen standing on the battle platform, "With the same Yellow Rank Great Perfection cultivation, he is much stronger than me. He should be able to become a Yellow List martial artist!"

"Waste! It seems I have to take action myself."

Liu Chengfeng descended from the viewing platform, step by step ascending the battle platform, his eyes sharply focused on Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Ninth Prince, you have already fought nine battles. How much true qi do you have left?"

"More than enough to deal with you." Zhang Ruochen replied.

Liu Chengfeng smiled slightly and said, "Ninth Prince, you are indeed a genius. If you cultivate to the Yellow Rank Great Perfection, I might really lose to you. But with your current cultivation, it's not enough!"

Liu Chengfeng ranks eleventh on the Yellow List and is considered one of the most powerful Yellow List martial artists.