"Damn trash, what I obtained is the essence blood of the Primordial Blood Crocodile. Go to hell!"
Cao Shaoqing's face twisted with rage, gritting his teeth. At this moment, he had already fallen into madness. Long Chen's words were a tremendous blow to him.
He never expected that the Ancient Blood Crocodile, whom he had always been proud of, would turn out to be such a huge joke. Not to mention a prodigy spoiled by thousands—even an ordinary person might not be able to endure it.
"Boom!"
The massive head behind Cao Shaoqing radiated a blood-red divine light from the vision, enveloping Cao Shaoqing in the dragon dust and the flames around him rapidly intensifying, enveloping the entire arena in a terrifying blood-red flame.
Even through the barrier, people could still feel the terrifying heat. Some were shocked—could this really be the Ancient Blood Crocodile? If not, how could this power of the phenomenon be so terrifying?
Whoosh!
Cao Shaoqing moved, stepping onto the arena, his body transforming into several illusions, simultaneously lunging at Long Chen.
"Idiot."
Seeing Cao Shaoqing's actions, Mo Nian couldn't help but shake his head.
"What?"
Cao Shaoqing's figures attacked Long Chen from eight different directions simultaneously. Their auras were identical, their soul fluctuations indistinguishable. This was an extremely sophisticated technique of bewitching enemies, yet Mo Nian scoffed at it, leaving Lu Ziqiong puzzled.
Eight figures charged at Long Chen. If they were ordinary experts, they would definitely be on high alert, since it was impossible to tell which one was their true form and needed to take a defensive stance. But at the very moment Long Chen made his move, he stepped forward and kicked one of the figures.
With a loud explosion, the other seven figures vanished instantly. The real Cao Shaoqing was precisely kicked in the chest by Long Chen, his head almost touching his own foot, like a meteor, crashing hard into the distant arena barrier.
Bang!
Cao Shaoqing's buttocks slammed against the barrier, the sound of bones cracking echoing throughout the arena. Cao Shaoqing rolled on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead from the pain, yet he couldn't utter a sound.
"This ..."
The powerful figures present all looked stunned. Was this really Cao Shaoqing of the Ironblood Sect? It didn't seem as formidable as the legends said; in front of Long Chen, he had no strength to fight back at all.
"This idiot, this shadow clone technique can at best fool those rookies. Trying to fool those of us who have endured years of blood and fire is simply wishful thinking." Mo Nian shook his head and said.
Mo Nian never expected Cao Shaoqing to use such a low-level move. This move would not only deal with Long Chen, but even if he was still injured, he could easily handle him with one hand.
Mo Nian saw Yutong, Yufei, and the Lu sisters staring at him in shock. He was speechless. Now he finally understood: these people had lived too much peace, possessing strength but unable to condense into true lethality.
Originally, Mo Nian and Long Chen were full of anticipation for this battle, but unexpectedly, the other side was just a showpiece, nothing at all.
"Step step step... Long
Chen walked step by step toward Cao Shaoqing. Each step was like the rhythm of a murderous overture, and with every step forward, the aura of death grew stronger.
At this moment, Cao Guofeng had already stood up. He never expected Long Chen to be so formidable. Even if Cao Shaoqing wore the Blood Soul Battle Armor, he couldn't avoid getting injured.
Seeing Long Chen so formidable, Gao Jianli's expression changed slightly, and he even lost interest in mocking Cao Guofeng. At the same time, he felt a vague sense of unease.
The Pavilion Masters of the Yellow Springs Pavilion and the Hall Masters of Tianxin Hall were also moved at this moment. What shocked them was not the power Long Chen displayed, but the aura that was flawless.
Unlike Cao Shaoqing, they did not grow up living in peace. When they were young, they also experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood; otherwise, they would not have reached this position.
What shocked them most was that Long Chen moved with every gesture and movement with natural ease; even they couldn't find any flaws.
But in front of Long Chen, Cao Shaoqing always found his weaknesses. With only the Blood Soul Battle Armor on his side, he couldn't unleash any real power.
The most terrifying thing was that Long Chen's attacks always targeted Cao Shaoqing's weaknesses. When Cao Shaoqing laughed heartily, his facial armor would automatically retract to show his expression.
This was the instinctive action of the Blood Soul Battle Armor, not Cao Shaoqing's intentional control. Yet Long Chen, as if able to foresee the future, slapped him across the face the moment the armor withdrew.
When the first kick was aimed at Cao Shaoqing, it landed precisely at the point where the armor's power was most difficult to balance. The second kick just now was even more terrifying—it looked like a single kick, but in reality, it was two.
With a light flick of his toe, he triggered the defense of the Blood Soul Battle Armor. Once the defense wore off, Long Chen slammed his heel forward. At that moment, Cao Shaoqing's defense was at its weakest, so a single kick could send Long Chen flying and cough up blood nonstop.
As the saying goes, outsiders watch the spectacle, insiders see the tricks. Most Divine Venerable disciples failed to see the subtlety. The Lu sisters, Yu Tong, and Yu Fei were all confused, but these old folks did.
This was also why Cao Guofeng nervously stood up. After all, such exquisite control was something even old folks like them who had lived countless years couldn't achieve, while Long Chen did it with ease and effortlessness.
"It looks like Cao Shaoqing is finished." Gao Jianli watched Long Chen walk step by step toward Cao Shaoqing. He should have been happy, but at this moment, he felt a chill down his spine.
"Has the message been sent?" Gao Jianli suddenly asked.
"It was sent out a long time ago." The Deputy Sect Master of the Zichen Sect was startled.
"Forget it, what's done is done—there's no turning back. Let it be." Gao Jianli sighed.
In fact, he somewhat regretted it. He had seriously underestimated Long Chen and offended him, which was an extremely unwise move. If Long Chen died, it would be fine; but if he didn't, the Zichen Sect might find it hard to rest easy.
Originally, according to his estimation, Long Chen's strength should be slightly superior to Cao Shaoqing's. Even if he defeats Cao Shaoqing, he will have to give it his all.
But now, Long Chen hadn't shown his true skills at all, and Cao Shaoqing had already been beaten to a pulp. The gap in strength between the two was enormous.
Now, seeing Long Chen in action, although he hadn't shown any remarkable techniques, just from his style of action, it was clear he was a true warrior who had emerged from the battlefield of death, incomparable to a greenhouse flower like Cao Shaoqing.
Even if the two were evenly matched, or even Cao Shaoqing was slightly superior, they would probably die at Long Chen's hands.
For a moment, many people turned to Cao Guofeng, wondering if he would just watch his descendants be killed without hesitation.
"Damn it, do you think you can defeat me, Cao Shaoqing, just like this? You're too naive. Just
then, a furious roar rang out, pulling everyone's attention back to the arena. On the arena, Cao Shaoqing held a divine weapon, pointing it at Long Chen. When the experts saw it, their pupils contracted involuntarily.