As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 198 The Upside Down World
Hou Zhijian strode in through the flaw in "Silver Moon Meteor".

He was like a blood-soaked war god, unleashing a powerful and exhilarating rhythm. No matter how the silver light tore open deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body, he paid no heed, only throwing simple, unadorned punches at Chu Zhifeng's face like a madman.

Before Chu Zhifeng's eyes were filled with the shadows of his past self.

He felt that a long-dormant power deep within his flesh and blood had been awakened by Hou Zhijian's self-destructive attitude.

He then realized just how much he longed to fight like Hou Zhijian, using his own fists in a fair and honorable manner. Hou Zhijian's movements were still too clumsy and stiff, full of flaws. If it were him, he would definitely be able to unleash ten times the power of the most basic punching combination of the cardless style.

However, he has personally destroyed that possibility.

They turned themselves into the master and slave of the guardian spirit.

Sensing his hesitation, resistance, and even disgust once again, "Silver Moon Meteor" let out an even more dissatisfied hiss.

The spiritual connections between them, like red-hot iron wires, pierced into Chu Zhifeng's nerves.

It made him feel like a puppet that was bound, pulled, controlled, and used, only able to dance a gorgeous but lifeless and uncreative dance along a predetermined path.

He longed for change, for freedom, and for controlling his guardian spirit in his own way.

However, Silver Moon Meteor, with its automatic navigation and autonomous combat mode, doesn't need him to do such a foolish and unnecessary thing.

His efforts, however, clashed with the guardian spirit, causing more flaws to appear in the silver, shimmering net.

Chu Zhifeng was punched twice more hard in the face by Hou Zhijian.

The two punches sent his feet flying off the ground.

He also spat out half a broken tooth.

This sparked a deafening roar of cheers and laughter.

Chu Zhifeng felt as if two volcanoes were about to erupt in his temples.

Enraged, they launched a counterattack.

The silver streak, having lost control due to excessive force, shot out in all directions of the arena like a headless fly, creating a dazzling shower of sparks on the safety net formed by the tentacles of the "Spirit Jellyfish".

"Moon Shadow Ice Wheel!"

Someone screamed behind him, trying to get him to use the Guardian Spirit's core skill again.

He couldn't tell if it was Sheikh Krat, his coach, or some malicious spectator.

Indeed, even if a normal attack hits, it wouldn't be able to disable Hou Zhijian's fighting ability. Instead, it would drape him in a cloak made of congealed blood, allowing him to gain more sympathy, encouragement, and support.

Chu Zhifeng didn't want to stay in the ring for even a second longer.

He felt that the contest had turned into a complete disaster.

If he continues to entangle himself with his former sparring partner, he will surely become the biggest joke of today, no, of this Dawn Cup.

End it, or destroy it!
Chu Zhifeng raised his arm high.

Silver light gathered at his fingertips.

But at that moment, he had an inexplicable thought: what if he really used "Moon Shadow Ice Wheel" to finish off his opponent?

Was it his victory, or the victory of "Silver Moon Meteor", or the victory of the Shattered Star Club and "China Life", which created "Silver Moon Meteor"?

Is it possible that from now on, he will never be able to achieve a victory that is 100% created by himself and 100% his own?
This thought, like the devil's claws, pierced deep into his brain, making him restless and causing him a splitting headache. Naturally, he could not control his guardian spirit as easily as he controlled his own body and smoothly unleash his core skills.

Below the arena, the annoying "crackling" sound emanating from Xu Yan never stopped.

The flashes of light that he usually paid no attention to suddenly seemed to transform into eerie, demonic eyes, emitting a captivating, soul-stirring light that wouldn't disturb others but was directed solely at Chu Zhifeng.

He saw himself in the dim light. He saw himself when he first stepped into the Kuangtie Martial Arts School, a bewildered and curious version of himself, full of nothing but enthusiasm, eager to change his destiny with his fists.

"Boom boom boom!"

He saw his former self sweating profusely in front of a punching bag soaked in blood and sweat.

Each heavy punch felt like it was hitting his cerebral cortex directly.

A volcanic eruption occurred in the temple, and flames originating from the brain marrow surged and crashed along the sulci of the brain like a flood.

The cerebral cortex began to burn, and the flames traveled along the spiritual network all the way to the guardian spirit.

"Silver Moon Meteor" let out a scream as the spiritual connections connecting them broke one by one. Strangely, he did not feel any discomfort or weakness. On the contrary, he felt as if he had broken free of his restraints and felt inexplicably relaxed.

"bring it on!"

He said to his former sparring partner, and to himself, "The real battle is just beginning!"

However, his opponent has disappeared.

More accurately, the ring, referees, coaches, owners, audience, venue, and even the entire world have all disappeared.

The flames originating from his brain blocked his retina and entangled his cochlea.

His vision was blood red, and he breathed rapidly like an enraged bull, his muscles trembling, his teeth clenched, yet he had no idea where the target of his boundless rage was hidden.

“Crack, crack, crack!”

Only the annoying flashing lights continued to blink incessantly, revealing more of his past that he could never return to.

"enough!"

He roared.

The sound, however, was like the final bark of a rabid dog.

He neither understands nor cares about these details.

Forget about the "silver moon and shooting star," and rush towards the flashing lights.

"Zizzizizi!"

He crashed hard into the railing made of the tentacles of the "thorny jellyfish".

The "thorny jellyfish" floating at the four corners of the arena turned from blue to red, swelling into a ball like deep-sea fish rapidly surfacing. Powerful electric current shot out from their tentacles, violently slamming Chu Zhifeng back.

Accompanied by excruciating pain, the blood-red glare that had obscured my vision finally tore open a small crack.

Through the crack, he could see the referee, the ring, and the audience again.

Strangely enough, he even had the leisure to glance at the three commentators in the commentary booth.

He then noticed that all three commentators were staring at him with a very strange look, a mixture of regret, pity, and even fear.

However, he could not find his opponent.

Where was that taciturn, unremarkable sparring partner, who was constantly overwhelmed by his own fierce attacks and couldn't even take a proper beating?

Chu Zhifeng shook his head violently, trying to shake off the burning blood shadow in front of him and find out where his opponent was.

Then, he felt as if he were flying through the clouds, with the whole world right in front of him, turned upside down 180 degrees.

(End of this chapter)