With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 592 - 540: Heavenly Net Covering the Earth! Killing Intent Unleashed! Golden Thunder Arhat! Dragon Monk Liao Chen!
The flesh body Vajra!
The living Arhat confirmed it!
The Western Regions’ guests were also somewhat stunned; could this really be Central Earth’s Second Limit?
Fan Luo shook his head, considering making allies.
Such a strong individual, even if not reaching the Seventh Limit, is at least a Celestial King, and an extremely powerful one at that.
Talent like this is rare in the Western Regions.
If such a person could be recruited back, the king would be more than satisfied.
"Mu..."
He just started speaking but abruptly stopped.
He noticed Grandmaster Doma’s fixed gaze, unable to take his eyes off the strong figure in the ring.
Fan Luo softly inquired:
"What’s wrong?"
Only when Doma saw the two in the ring move again did he return to his senses.
Upon hearing His Highness calling him, he first clasped his hands together and apologized, then after pondering for a while, he spoke slowly:
"Your Highness, that layer of black radiance on that person feels very familiar to me, yet I’ve never...seen it, not sure what cultivation technique it is."
What he mentioned was exactly the flavor of his self-created Doma series of hard skills he sensed on Meng Chuan!
As for the subsequent change in tone, he thought of...
Maintaining the position of a close bodyguard would be more useful to His Highness, eventually obtaining the chance to grasp the "Celestial Interaction."
The "key" to unlocking the Brahma’s great Dharma realm can only be him...
...
Eyes back to the ring, the fierce wind roared like a dragon.
Liao Chen’s eyes focused, staring at Meng Chuan, feeling parched.
Indeed, the moisture in the air seemed sucked dry, leaving only heated torpor.
The opponent’s ability to withstand his fatal strike was truly astonishing.
But that’s where it stops.
The force of the will dissipated, flame and everything almost vanished.
With his rich experience in combat, the opponent would not survive more than three rounds.
Liao Chen glanced at Monk Shinan beside the ring, signaling readiness to interrupt the match anytime.
It’s just "striving for superiority," not a battle to the death.
In the next moment.
Boom—!
The plump body launched again, feet like dragon claws darting out, sparking a blaze.
Woosh...
To block the punch, Meng Chuan enveloped himself in Thunder Pool, which exploded into fragments.
Only some traces of white thunder remained in the gaps of the black membrane, quietly germinating and nourishing.
The Thunder Pool fragmented, but the white thunder remained.
Where went the golden thunder?
The answer was in his clenched palm!
The inner thunder, just like his determination to win, is unstoppable.
Stamina does not dissipate, never extinguishes.
Woosh—
How astonishing is Meng Chuan’s endurance now?
The golden thunder, as the most dazzling brilliance between heaven and earth, tightly gripped in his palm, now breathing like a living creature, expanding and contracting in his hand.
The glare forced the monks to squint to see.
Someone asked, what is it?
No one among the monks could answer.
Meng Chuan charged heavily forward, like a meteoric rainbow, enveloped in golden light like a deity.
Body wielding the golden thunder, manifesting the Thunder Ancestor!
From when his master Luo Guanyun was trapped in the Tao Heart, the thunder "went quiet."
But now, the dazzling golden thunder reappeared!
The Demon Suppressing Thunder True Qi intertwined with the golden thunder, freely unleashing with the punch!
Boom!
They clashed again, Liao Chen stumbled backward, his wooden shoes shattered and smoked.
From the dispersed dust came a robust laughter.
One angry touch of the mountain, palm-supplied rivers and mountains, massive power born from the bones, lifting hands to shake the nine skies!
[Bone Flower] how could it be so simple?
Force erupting from the marrow encircled the thunder, competing in strength, gaining the upper hand!
Fifty thousand Qi Blood, absolutely no ordinary beings.
Yet he remains the true genius favored by heaven, gathering all kinds of unique powers within himself.
Today, this big fat monk must be defeated; even Buddha doesn’t dictate!
Thunder brings the eruption, overwhelming force enveloped him, wave upon wave crashing onto Liao Chen.
He felt bitter, wondering if that thing opposite is really human?
Deflation would lead to heavy defeat.
Come!
Come!
Come!
Liao Chen gathered his Qi and angrily shouted, resembling the Vajra’s fierce glare.
Creaking sounds of dragon tendons and bones rubbed from waistline through to the neck, Liao Chen’s fat simmered, his build refined a bit, yellow dragon coiled around the arm surged forth, repeatedly colliding with the golden divine thunder.
Woosh...
Such liver-shaking battle from the fat monk earlier, but reality isn’t swayed by intentions.
Sometimes striving hard, fighting fiercely, is nothing but futile endeavor.
Meng Chuan’s expression grew redder, his will rising with the punch’s lift!
Punch intent!
Thunder!
Fall under me, damn it!
Countless powerful punches fiercely clashed with the yellow dragon.
Fat monk’s feet retreated continually, struggling to balance his stance.
The glaring golden light swept across, as fast as stars shooting past.
Liao Chen suddenly uplifted his right foot, side-stepped, artfully dodging.
Before exhaling a breath of relief, thunder struck again towards the lower half, within the lightning, a silhouette revealed a hearty laugh.
The big fat monk fell into the trap!
Arhat Pillars supporting with both legs, once off-ground, losing the source of power!
Feet afloat, out of sequence, falling behind!
The victory defined by two steps out, this blunder spelled the fat monk’s downturn!
The renowned Three-Limit Master, confronting Second Limit master, yet fell into such predicament!
Monk Shinan shook his head, closed his eyes, no longer watching.
In his view, within the next instant the decision will be made.
Who wins who loses...
Clear to see at a glance...
Prepare to fly, Master Liao Chen!
Meng Chuan held high the massive pillar of light, crafted from golden thunder.
Rezembled a staff or spear, pointed at the lower half instantly, wind and thunder gathered into layers of surging waves, golden sea tide spreading wide.
Boom—!
Liao Chen was struck, losing his composure, dazed and confused.
Uncontrollable backward retreat, dragon claws on his feet grew wildly, large digits gouged deep trenches on the alloy specialized material of the ground!
Regardless, pay if needed.
Better than losing the snake scale fruit!
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