The seven martial arts grandmasters, each standing tall and imposing like a mountain, their gazes as deep as the ocean.
Their mere formation blocked the path, leaving no room to escape, making one feel as insignificant as dust.
Watching the triumphant Fu Qinglei, Chen Fan said with a sigh, "The Heroes' Alliance is truly powerful, mobilizing seven grandmasters at once. In this era, only the Heroes' Alliance could achieve such a feat!"
"You know that much is good."
Fu Qinglei sneered, "Knowing that my Changbai Sect is the initiator of the Heroes' Alliance, and that I, Fu, am its vice-leader, you still dared to kill my disciples. Now, even begging for mercy is too late!"
He smugly declared, "Even if you are some military war god, an invincible commander, or a business magnate, so what? In the face of absolute power, you can only submit to your fate."
"Aren't you afraid of the official wrath and retaliation?" Chen Fan asked.
"Haha, Chen Tianjiao, you are too naive. Why do you think the Iron Blood Camp isn't on this road in this direction?"
Fu Qinglei's smugness grew, "The Brotherhood's influence is far greater than you imagine. Did you really think that the ones you eliminated had wounded the Brotherhood's roots?"
Chen Fan remained composed and said, "I have always been unclear about the relationship between the Brotherhood and the Heroes' Alliance. Or is it that the Brotherhood is also controlled by the Heroes' Alliance?"
"Isn't that a foolish question?"
Fu Qinglei replied, "With the Left Alliance Leader's broad vision and ambition, the Brotherhood is merely a part of the Heroes' Alliance!"
Song Wuji interjected at this point, "Alliance Leader Fu, let's proceed quickly and not delay."
"Brother Song, you worry too much. Even if the Iron Blood Camp arrives now, it would be of little use."
Fu Qinglei boasted, "However, Brother Song reminds me well. Chen Tianjiao indeed has the strength to defeat Yan Siyu, so he cannot be underestimated."
"Esteemed sirs, please seize the opportunity to strike."
"Slaying this formidable foe will be a great merit, and a position as an elder of the Heroes' Alliance awaits you all!"
With that, Fu Qinglei took a step forward.
His true qi surged, and a terrifying aura ascended to the heavens, solidifying into a tangible force.
His inner energy surged like a torrent, and with that step, Fu Qinglei struck down with a palm.
The palm force was immense, crushing down.
Facing seven martial arts grandmasters, Chen Fan naturally dared not be careless. His body trembled slightly, and his battle spirit soared.
Countless times he had faced绝境 (dire straits), yet never yielded, always pushing forward.
His malevolent aura surged, his battle spirit ascended, his spirit piercing the universe.
He unleashed a punch, as if transforming into a ferocious dragon, with no retreat, the fierce aura resonating like the clang of armor and horses.
Within the malevolent aura, countless heroic spirits seemed to roar and charge, burning their youth, their lives, their blood staining the yellow sands.
A million troops, with no retreat.
Boom!
The energies collided, and a terrifying wave of residual energy spread, sweeping outwards.
Under the fierce impact, his battle spirit surged, becoming even more condensed and tenacious, breaking through defenses and ferociously charging towards Fu Qinglei.
This clash of externalized inner energy ended in Fu Qinglei's complete defeat.
It wasn't that his true qi was insufficient, but that his martial dao intent was shattered by Chen Fan's strike, rendering him unable to resist!
Between spirit, energy, and essence, in terms of mental will and battle spirit, the two seemed to be on different planes.
Fu Qinglei's expression changed, and he raised his hand to block again.
Amidst the rumbling waves, Fu Qinglei was forced to retreat, stepping back several paces.
Chen Fan faced him indifferently, taking a step forward, intending to strike.
But at that moment, a figure rushed forward.
It was precisely Song Wuji.
At this moment, Song Wuji formed his hand into a claw, his true qi concentrating at his fingertips, extending three feet like sword beams, piercing the air.
These finger energies, comparable to five divine weapons, were sharp and unparalleled, stabbing down at Chen Fan's head.
His martial dao intent locked onto Chen Fan, making escape impossible.
Chen Fan stopped, shifted his position, and punched out.
True qi surged, invincible in battle!
Innumerable heroic spirits roared even more fiercely, as if bestowing power upon Chen Fan.
However, this Five Elements Rotating Claw was indeed Song Wuji's lifelong ultimate skill, exceptionally powerful.
Roar...
Amidst the dragon roars, Chen Fan's fist force raged.
But after the collision, he too had to retreat.
Martial arts grandmasters were by no means easy opponents. Chen Fan could steadily defeat one, but fighting two grandmasters was clearly taxing.
Moreover, the other martial arts grandmasters watched from the side, their gazes covetous.
The sharp finger energies pierced the ground, like drills, leaving five holes, the cement surface cracking, debris flying.
Chen Fan retreated several meters.
But before he could catch his breath, a figure attacked from the side, forming a finger into a blade, slashing down.
The attacker was a man in his fifties, of medium build, his eyes glinting with ferocity.
Mo Ran, the patriarch of the Cangnan Mo family, an established martial arts grandmaster, and an important member of the Heroes' Alliance. He had joined the alliance some time ago and was said to be a friend of Zuo Lizhou.
This man's title was "Palm Suppressing Cangnan," and all his ultimate skills were in his palms, his palm techniques endlessly varied.
Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged. He shifted his position, his footwork extraordinarily subtle, evading the strong and attacking the weak, and also struck out with a palm blade.
However, the might of a martial arts grandmaster was legendary. The moment they clashed, Mo Ran seized the opportunity to change his move, his true qi following one after another, stacking up.
"Kill!"
Chen Fan mustered his strength, changing his palm blade to a dragon fist. Countless currents of energy rose like dragons, charging forward with overwhelming power.
With a bang, Chen Fan's body swayed slightly, while Mo Ran was sent flying backward.
The eyes of each martial arts grandmaster constricted, their expressions filled with shock.
At the same time, a figure moved like a ghost, his true qi radiating outwards like a venomous snake, striking towards Chen Fan's back.
Gui Yun Guang, the sect leader of the Mangshan Sect, possessed superb movement techniques and was nicknamed "Shadowless Divine Palm."
Chen Fan turned and punched.
His fist intent was vast, but after repeated attacks, he finally showed signs of fatigue.
Yet, this punch was not to defend, but to strike Gui Yun Guang himself.
Gui Yun Guang pressed his palm down firmly, his power pouring forth, a hint of a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Chen Fan's strength was immense, but he had struck first and hit first. As a martial arts grandmaster, there was no reason for him to retreat.
Bang, Chen Fan's body shook violently.
However, his fist momentum was not affected at all by being struck. It remained full of malevolent aura, his fist suppressing mountains and rivers.
Like a dragon fighting in the wilderness, he punched open Gui Yun Guang's blocking hand and hit him directly in the chest.
The sound of cracking bones echoed, Gui Yun Guang flew backward, vomiting blood incessantly.
Chen Fan staggered, steadied himself, and looked at the others.
Bang, Gui Yun Guang fell to the ground. He scrambled up, only to spit out another mouthful of blood, his face as pale as gold paper.
Though also injured, his wounds were clearly much more severe than Chen Fan's. He had lost his ability to fight after a single blow.
"You want to kill me? See who among you dies!"
Chen Fan, bleeding from his mouth, showed a smile and said in a deep voice.
His voice was indifferent, conveying a chilling killing intent and determination.
His eyes clearly told everyone that if they wanted to kill him, they should be prepared for one of them to be dragged down with him.
Gui Yun Guang was a cautionary example.
Although Gui Yun Guang was not dead, he had clearly paid a price. If not for the other grandmasters intervening, intimidating Chen Fan and preventing him from pursuing, he would likely be dead by now.
Having emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, from an inferno, Chen Fan never feared death.
One by one, the martial arts grandmasters did not attack immediately, their expressions calm and inscrutable.
In reality, they were waiting for others to make the first move.
"Don't listen to his boasting. We are all martial arts grandmasters. Even if his combat power is slightly superior, how many of our palms and moves can he withstand?"
Fu Qinglei snorted coldly and shouted, "Kill!"
He once again soared into the air, charging towards Chen Fan.
But at this moment, a voice, old yet domineering, suddenly echoed: "Those who dare to lay a hand on Chen Tianjiao shall die!"