Chapter 982: Chapter 651: Cangming Throw, New Atmosphere, Era of Dragon and Demon! (6k)_2

A fierce battle had just occurred in midair, and he won.

But he didn’t completely win...

It wasn’t a fight to the death, they set the boundary at the thirty-mile cloud line, stepping out meant losing.

Meng Chuan stepped out of the boundary, so he lost.

But in the moment of collision, Meng Chuan blocked and countered with his crescent halberd, striking him in the waist, nearly breaking his bone...

"Hiss..."

Applying medicine to the bruised area, Dong Yue couldn’t stop gasping in pain.

At the same time, he practiced hardening techniques, wrapping his wound slowly with a golden glow like flowing liquid, healing bit by bit.

Dong Yue observed that this area of skin and flesh was completely pierced by hidden force, almost reaching the rib.

This blow, he might take at least half a month to recover...

Dong Yue’s expression was surprised and twisted in pain.

It wasn’t to blame Meng Chuan.

This isn’t child’s play, there are inherent risks in sparring, especially between two extremely powerful martial artists...

The root of Dong Yue’s puzzlement was...

"This kid has great strength, but protected by True Gang, brute force shouldn’t break it, yet it pierced through the Gang Qi layer so easily, hitting the flesh.

The entire process was like snow melting in hot soup, and True Gang instantly disintegrated..."

What Dong Yue thought of was Meng Chuan’s last strike, it was undoubtedly peculiar!

Recalling, he suddenly remembered where he might have seen this force technique before.

As light as a feather, yet stopping as heavy as a mountain...

"Such a technique, the ability to lift a heavy weight as if it’s light..."

Dong Yue’s expression grew solemn, even though he didn’t understand how the changes occurred, he seemed to recall seeing it somewhere before.

Taking out his phone, he operated it for a while, staring at the screen in silence.

"The Celestial Abyss Water Technique Upper Volume contains three grand Divine Skill attacks, the first move—[Throw of the Vast Ocean]..."

It was too similar...

Dong Yue was utterly shocked beyond measure.

...

In his own small courtyard.

Meng Chuan fell from the clouds, riding the falling rain, and sneaked into the courtyard.

Falling directly in front of the crowd watching would be too embarrassing...

Sitting cross-legged, with consciousness directed to the heavens, he murmured to himself:

"Master Dong’s strength is as formidable as ever, and his Gold Element Divine Skill is truly powerful. Even with my hardening techniques, I must avoid its edge, yet I still lost...

But I didn’t completely lose..."

In the final release, Star Annihilation, including the Blood Stirring abilities, Meng Chuan didn’t show them to old Dong, so many cards were kept unplayed.

A fully unrestrained fight would leave the result still unknown!

Of course, Master Dong is one of us, so there’s no need for that, the focus should be on facing enemies...

However, through this battle, Meng Chuan roughly understood the level he was at.

Considering his hidden cards, he could at least achieve a fifty-fifty against one who has just entered the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster.

If fully committed to the fight, it’s not impossible to win.

In normal combat, he should be invincible below the Four Limits.

Within the third major limit, he would definitely crush anyone...

Of course, he was comparing it with the level on Blue Star, not considering the extraterrestrial beings in the Dao Realm and Cosmos...

Having witnessed the power of Burning Steel, someone just like him who recently entered the Three Limits, yet found victory somewhat difficult.

Just like within a nation’s talents, the strength among people varies.

Among the heavenly chosen of Cosmos, strength differed drastically.

In Burning Steel’s memory, there were nearly two dozen Infernal Chosen Ones, cautioning it greatly.

This is just one planet; the vastness of Cosmos encompasses ten thousand realms, human comparison is like a mere grain of sand.

There are always others stronger, and greater demons. Without competing under the stars with these true strongmen, Meng Chuan didn’t dare to claim cosmic invincibility in the same tier...

Realm is realm, strength is strength, they are not equivalent.

In real battles, it all comes down to substantial accumulation leading to a power gap.

No need to think too far ahead, focusing on the present, Meng Chuan roughly compares himself to future opponents on the Dawn Martial Arena.

Having or not having cultivated Divine Techniques is the first and foremost consideration.

Without the Sitting Forget Divine Skill, he would definitely not be able to face the glowing, Gold Element Divine Skill-wielding Master Dong.

Every strike would penetrate completely, only agility allowed him to dodge inhumanly to avoid being hit through.

However, this was just the novice in Divine Skill, Dong Yue, facing those on the martial arena who have cultivated even deeper Divine Techniques like the Dragon Elephant, the challenge would be greater.

Fortunately, there is still time...

Meng Chuan thought, if he could learn Elder Zhao’s Water Technique before the martial arena, it would serve as a major hidden card...

Thinking until this point, he raised a hand to retrieve a small flag and stepped into it.

From the battle with Master Dong just now, he had some thoughts, especially on that final strike!

...

Under the dark red sky, exaggerated gusts of wind surged like ocean tides, tearing apart the Demonic Qi.

Demon Suppression clutched close, Meng Chuan held it in his embrace.

His shoulders and neck, arm muscles bulged like rocks, wielding the halberd with one hand, swinging like the wind.

Meng Chuan practiced with the halberd unceasingly, until a certain moment.

Toes gripping tightly, breath tensed, the halberd in hand danced as agile as a startled swan, yet increasingly heavy.

Eyes blazing like flames, fixing on the imaginary enemy taught by his master, an intuitive moment arrived!

The Demonic Qi across the skies turned into twisted converging black light, wielding the halberd, the figure sank into shadows, infinitely overlapping.

In his mind, the figure resembling a transcendent being slowly moved the spearhead in hand.

Meng Chuan moved in tandem with it—

Like blade following stream, converging at the tip.

Heavy steps scraped the ground, sparks burst three meters high.

His eyes and halberd—the spearhead lined up in a straight line, eyes like eagle’s, right thumb locked tight.

Swish—

No thunderous roar, nor overwhelming Qi Strength released.