Chapter 1129: The Strongest Defense (1/2)

The delegations of the six sacred palaces stirred uneasily. Not only were Chi Wuxia’s words aimed at Lu Yun, but they also targeted every sacred palace disciple present.

Qiu Luoyu had foiled Chi Wuxia’s challenge of Wen Jian in the Tomb of Heaven and Earth. Regardless, everyone knew that if it hadn’t been for the wandering cultivator, Wen Jian would’ve been dead without a doubt that day.

Wen Jian was the personal disciple of the Inception monarch, so many times stronger than Luo Chen—who Lu Yun had defeated in front of the sacred prince palace. None of the monarch’s personal disciples nursed the desire to be the Inception prince, which was why they had been nowhere to be found when the mob besieged Lu Yun’s doors.

Now that someone stronger than Wen Jian was here to challenge Lu Yun, even those who’d personally witnessed Lu Yun’s strength grew a little nervous. They’d all witnessed Lu Yun’s fight with Jin Gushen, but here, Chi Wuxia said that he would use only thirty percent of his strength.

……

Lu Yun didn’t care what the others thought; he walked up to his new opponent and flashed a broad grin. Chi Wuxia blinked, but before he could respond with anything, Lu Yun raised his right hand.

Smack!

A crisp slap sounded out as Chi Wuxia flew backwards, crashing heavily into the ground thirty meters away, his left cheek painfully swollen.

Jaws dropped around the arena.

Chi Wuxia struggled to a seated position and held his cheek, staring dumbly at Lu Yun. He had no idea what’d just happened.

“Eh? What are you doing, senior brother Chi? Are you letting your junior get a hit in?” Lu Yun exclaimed with surprise. “I was just probing you, why didn’t you dodge? Thankfully I didn’t hit hard, or your head would’ve been smashed open.”

“You little bastard!” Chi Wuxia flew into a rage. He leapt to his feet and charged Lu Yun, releasing a dark gray flame from his body that formed a humanoid figure behind him. This was plainly a great combat art, but he kept himself in check and used only thirty percent of his power.

When he reached his opponent, Lu Yun raised his right hand again.

Smack!

Chi Wuxia tumbled to the ground after arcing through the air, his great combat art dispersed as well.

“Eh? What’s this, senior brother? Are you letting your junior get a second hit in?” Lu Yun goggled with incredulity.

The crowd rustled with uncertainty. Two face slaps that’d sent Chi Wuxia flying… Was he really going easy on Lu Yun?

“Wuxia! Use your full strength!” a frowning Nirvana princess suddenly called out from her delegation. Though Chi Wuxia was fighting for the nine divine sects, he was still her son.

Eyes bloodshot with rage, Chi Wuxia crawled up from the ground. The dark gray flame burned so hotly that it was almost a deep amethyst.

“I’ve underestimated you, prince of Inception Palace.” He was immune to face slaps after the barrage of abuse outside the Tomb of Heaven and Earth. Chi Wuxia had treated that as mental tempering, which was the same perspective that he took now. This would hone his mental fortitude, and all be negated as long as he defeated and then viciously humiliated his opponent.

Dark amethyst flames danced around him as he propelled his strength to its utmost. However, he still kept his word and used only thirty percent of it.

Step by measured step, Chi Wuxia approached Lu Yun. He raised his right hand and slammed it across Lu Yun’s face. The epitome of speed—even the chaos currents over the arena rang with an explosive pop.