Chapter 297 (2/2)

After that one fist, both of them were forced back a couple steps . Jiang Yifan shook out his hand . “Not bad . If you were to die to just a single fist, that really would be too boring . ”

“Now’s the second fist!” Jiang Yifan shouted out, punching out again with even greater power .

Their two fists collided again, and the martial arena beneath their feet finally collapsed completely, a huge crater forming beneath them .

Having been made of steel, when it was destroyed like this, whistling steel fragments shot out in all directions .

The spectating disciples were all startled and dodged those steel fragments, but there were some who hadn’t reacted quickly enough and were pierced straight through .

That caused all the disciples’ expressions to change, and they once more fell back . This distance was still not far enough to guarantee their safety .

Just the beginning of their fight was like this . Once the real fight began, it would be even more terrifying . If they were to die just from the aftershocks of their battle, that really would be a ridiculous death .

They retreated a mile away before feeling a bit safer . Even if something big were to happen, they should still have the time to react .

“Haha, good, only like this will it be a bit interesting!” Jiang Yifan once more punched out .

With another collision, the entire martial stage became completely covered in cracks, looking like it was on the verge of exploding .

“Not bad, not bad! Then let me see just how many-”

Jiang Yifan only got half his words out before a figure suddenly rushed over in front of him and gave him a vicious slap in the face that directly sent him flying out .

“I’ve gotten tired of your unchanging pompous act,” said Long Chen icily .

Long Chen had blocked three of Jiang Yifan’s fists in order to find out how strong Jiang Yifan was . He would respond with exactly how much strength his opponent used .

After all, Long Chen didn’t dare be careless against a Chosen . Taking things step by step wasn’t a bad thing .

But then every time, Jiang Yifan only increased his power ever so slightly, which was far too slow for Long Chen .

Then he would always throw in some some pretentious words in between each fist . He was fighting completely carelessly, as if he were a cat playing with a mouse .

Jiang Yifan truly had been planning on playing with Long Chen slowly until he despaired .

Luo Bing had already stealthily given him that mission . Their goal in coming here would only not count as a failure if he performed well enough this time .

Jiang Yifan not only had to win, he had to win easily and perfectly . The best way would be for him to suppress Long Chen to death .

He hadn’t used his full strength at the beginning in order to give Long Chen a bit of hope . Then he could slowly destroy that hope and let him despair before killing him .

But after their third exchange, Long Chen had gotten impatient . Taking advantage of Jiang Yifan being careless, he had given him a vicious slap in the face .

The loud ringing from that slap rang out clearly throughout the entire monastery .

Which person was the best at face-slapping? In the entire monastery, every person would go find Long Chen . Long Chen’s face-slapping technique had practically reached a divine level .

His speed, power, and angle were all perfect . Most importantly, he struck like lightning, not giving anyone the slightest warning . Back then, Tang Wan-er had been filled with admiration and even wanted Long Chen to teach her this technique, but he had refused .

This was his innate divine technique . Adding on his constant practice of it on the idiots who found trouble for him, this one skill of his had reached perfection . Long Chen wasn’t someone who would teach this to just anyone .

Jiang Yifan’s words had been cut off halfway, and he felt his head buzz so hard that he almost fainted . When he finally recovered slightly, he saw that he had already flown back dozens of meters .

And he was still rapidly flying back . According to his current speed, he’d probably fly back over a mile .

He would quickly leave the martial stage like this . If that happened, he would lose, and if he lost, he would definitely want to kill himself .

If he, a grand Chosen, was slapped off the martial stage by someone who was only in the Blood Condensation realm, he would definitely become the laughingstock of the entire Xiantian Supermonastery .

He tried to stabilize himself, but Long Chen had struck him too powerfully . Just the friction from his feet was unable to stop his inertia .

Jiang Yifan quickly took out a thick staff and stabbed it into the ground . The staff dug a long ditch into the steel martial stage, cutting through the martial stage like it was mud .

When Jiang Yifan finally managed to stop himself, his feet were already at the edge of the martial stage . With another foot, he would have fallen off .

The entire crowd was deathly silent . They had never expected that Jiang Yifan, who just moments ago had seemed like a majestic king, would be sent to the edge of the martial stage with a single slap .

Whether it was the disciples from the 108th monastery or the thirty-sixth monastery, they were all stunned . They were looking at Jiang Yifan, or more precisely, they were looking at the very clear handprint on his face .

“Long Chen, you’re asking for death!”

Jiang Yifan’s fury erupted, and he leapt forward, smas.h.i.+ng his staff at Long Chen .