Chapter 149 – Heading Forwards Ungainly (2/2)

His movement seemed stiff at first glance, feeling a bit ungainly, but was very steady.

The tower’s second floor erupted in quiet cries, some of the observing clergy were very startled, some were very worried.

At this moment, in the air surrounding him, there were at least dozens of fist manifestations, whirling around like a hurricane, at the fore of each fist manifestation there was a fist, infused with a green glow.

Those fists were not real existences; they could be said to be fake.

But each of them harboured a fearsome power that was real as can be.

The wind and rain formed by the Regiment Shattering Fist was very dense, as if not a single gap existed between them; apart from a complete Discerning Steps, borrowing a natural momentum to traverse it, other footwork skills or motion techniques, no matter how transcendent, would come into contact with those fists and trigger the fearsome power that was stored within, not to mention, he hadn’t used any sort of footwork skill, only simply charging forwards.

A popping sound was emitted as the new boot upon his right foot disintegrated, akin to snowflakes.

The sand suddenly scattered, revealing the stone floor beneath, web-like fissures once again appeared.

His body’s clash with the air brought forth a mournful howl, his body became a blur; the Black Dragon once again appeared.

After an extremely short amount of time, the blur slightly stalled.

This was because a strong fist manifestation struck his right shoulder.

His dark coloured uniform burst open like a flower, whistling sounds could be heard; cloth scraps scattered to the wind; the fist manifestation passed into his body; the skin instantly reddened, as if it was on the verge of rupturing apart.

At this moment, he had only advanced two steps.

It seems it was going to stop here; he would be smashed into the floor by the storm-like Regiment Shattering Fist.

The second floor suddenly turned quiet.

The light sound of a laugh erupted within the Hall of Zhao Wen, carrying with it the hint of scorn.

Mo Yu didn’t laugh, she looked at the scene displayed upon the mirror with mixed feelings.

It seemed as if she could see, at the next moment, Chen Chang Sheng’s right shoulder, skin sundered, flesh rent, bones broken, blood flowing, followed by further strikes of Regiment Shattering Fist; then, vomiting blood and collapsing; failing as such and being eliminated from the examination.

She could even see, further off in the future, his desolate back as that youth left Orthodox Academy.

That room within the small dorm, the bedding now cold, no matter how much soothing incense was used, it would no longer contain the scent it once had.

She remembered the words Her Divine Majesty had said to her, suddenly feeling rather remorseful, rather dejected.

A lot of people were thinking in the way Mo Yu was.

That’s right, Chen Chang Sheng had displayed a frightening defence in his first round match.

Yet, Regiment Shattering Fist is Regiment Shattering Fist, even a perfect Purification would not be able to directly block it.

Prince Chen Liu remained quiet without saying anything, rather angry at why hadn’t Chen Chang Sheng drawn his sword at the start of the match.

Xu Shi Ji continued to remain expressionless, his status was currently a bit awkward, seeing Chen Chang Sheng’s defeat, it would be improper for him to display any sort of reaction.

Everyone thought that Chen Chang Sheng would be badly injured by the Regiment Shattering Fist.

Yet, at the next moment, a miraculous image appeared from within the Tower of Purging Dust.

The Regiment Shattering Fist fell upon Chen Chang Sheng’s right shoulder, his uniform instantly split and blood vaguely appeared.

Yet, it was only a momentary hint, quickly returning to normal.

A faint popping sound could be heard resounding from his shoulder.

That blow from the Regiment Shattering Fist… dissipated like smoke, wisping away with the wind.

Such a horrifying punch couldn’t even make him bleed.

How was this something that would split the air like a falling cliff; something that could split the earth and terrify forest birds?

This was a breeze brushing across a hill.

That blow from the Regiment Shattering Fist was naught but a tickle for Chen Chang Sheng.

Huo Guang’s expression immediately changed.

Cries of exclamation were emitted from the second floor continuously.

The Hall of Zhao Wen was dead silent.

At this moment, Chen Chang Sheng’s left foot landed upon the ground.

He continued forwards, sweeping towards Huo Guang who was opposite.

His movements looked so ungainly.

Yet… so terrifying.