Chapter 22: Battling Ka Di Yun (2/2)

“It looks like he wants to challenge Ka Di Yun. My god, he’s gone mad!”

“He’s only at the 8th Saint Force layer. To think that he wants to challenge a Saint like Ka Di Yun, he’s only asking for trouble here…”

As Jian Chen leapt onto the arena, the audience surrounding them cried out in alarm; no one believed that Jian Chen would be an appropriate opponent for a Saint like Ka Di Yun.

“He-he really is a hot head. Ka Di Yun is a Saint who just beat a person who was at the peak of the 10th layer. How would he win against someone like that?” Under the arena, the girl who sat next to Jian Chen in the library muttered as she watched him join the arena. Her entire face was filled with concern.

Ka Di Yun watched Jian Chen leap up with a blank look, but he quickly regained his wits and snorted with laughter, “What’s wrong, Changyang Xiang Tian, do you really think you can fight against me?!” Ka Di Yun never thought Jian Chen to be a worthy opponent; after all, he was a powerful Saint already.

Jian Chen responded coldly, “Is it wrong to think that I can?”

Stunned, Ka Di Yun started to laugh evilly as he smiled at Jian Chen, “Of course, it’s definitely okay.” Right now, Ka Di Yun was thinking about the best way to humiliate Jian Chen, since Jian Chen had humiliated his pretty younger sister, Ka Di Qiuli. during the freshmen martial arts competition for everyone to see. This had earned hatred from both Ka Di Yun and Ka Di Liang, for they both loved their sister dearly.

Jian Chen was in no rush, as he walked over to where Changyang Hu’s sword was. As he weighed the sword on his hands, Jian Chen slightly frowned. The sword didn’t weight past 100 pounds, but it was close enough to that weight. If it weren’t for the fact that Jian Chen was at the 8th Saint Force layer, then he wouldn’t be able to lift the sword at all to use it.

In his previous life, Jian Chen would frequently use a sword that had a blade two finger widths wide. With that sword, he had brought his swordplay to a level that he had been famous for. With this two hand sword, however, Jian Chen felt like one of his arms was bound behind his back, since it was very heavy. He would not be able to use the full extent of his powers, and just swinging the sword with ease would demand a large amount of his energy. It was a shame that with the exception of this sword, there was no other sword around.

With a small amount of hesitation, Jian Chen decided to forgo the giant sword and fight against Ka DI Yun barehanded. This way, he would at least have the advantage in speed and nimbleness.

Arriving at the center of the arena, Jian Chen looked at Ka Di Yun with an impassive face as he stretched his fists, “You make the first move, I’ll fight against you bare handed.”

Ka Di Yun’s face narrowed; clearly Jian Chen was looking down on him by fighting bare handed. For an 8th Saint Force layer practitioner to fight against a Saint without any weapon while the Saint had a Saint Weapon, was a display of great humiliation towards the Saint.

Ka Di Yun’s eye grew cold as he sneered, “Changyang Xiang Tian, you are far too arrogant.” The golden sword in his hand began to disappear slowly into the air, “Let it be said that I didn’t bully you. Come, I’ll fight you without a weapon as well.”

Hearing this, Jian Chen let loose a strange smile. Without wasting words, he dashed towards Ka Di Yun, and used his Saint Force to amplify his strength as his fist flew at Ka Di Yun’s head, cutting a sharp whistle through the air.

Ka Di Yun looked at the first with a bored expression, before returning the blow with his own fist. The two fists collided as a golden light flowed out from Ka Di Yun’s fist; only those who reached Sainthood would be able to materialize their Saint Force like this.

The moment when the two fists collided against each other, Jian Chen’s fist suddenly spread out to become an open palm after the initial contact was made. His hand absorbed the impact so that the blow became as soft as a sponge, as he used Tai Ji Quan to force Ka Di Yun’s fist to overextend harmlessly past himself. Ka Di Yun’s arm was forced upwards in a weird position as Jian Chen twisted it. In a flash, the strength behind Ka Di Yun’s fist dissipated away, as Jian Chen extended his other hand to chop down onto the joint of Ka Di Yun’s arm.

“Kacha!”

The sound of a bone breaking could be heard, as Jian Chen dislocated Ka Di Yun’s arm with a arm chop. Ka Di Yun let out a muffled and pained cry, as the pain in his arm registered within his brain, causing his face to go deathly white.

Right after his hand had dislocated Ka Di Yun’s arm, Jian Chen did not stop moving. Both of his arms grabbed onto the entire arm and gave it a mighty twist.

“Ah!”

By this point, Ka Di Yun couldn’t refrain from screaming anymore. Releasing a squeal of pain reminiscent of a wild pig, he felt as if his entire arm had been broken off. Ever since he was small, he had never suffered pain to an extent like this, and so in such a short amount of time, his face was drained of color, as his entire forehead started to drip with sweat.

Hearing such a desolate yet miserable shriek, the people who had originally been chattering away during the match went deathly silent. Everyone watched Jian Chen with amazement as they watched the inconceivable happen. This situation was the exact opposite of what everyone was expecting to see.

“Since when did fourth brother become this amazing? Just looking at this, Ka Di Yun will definitely suffer a lot by Changyang Xiang Tian’s hand. However, even if Ka Di Yun doesn’t use his Saint Weapon, he’s still a Saint; his strength is definitely still greater than mine.” Changyang Hu muttered to himself as he watched the match with a dumbstruck expression.