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Chapter 149 Do we still need the Life and Death Arena?

A strange surge of power erupted from Cheng Fengjun's body, and he vanished from his spot just before Chen Yue's palm strike was about to land.

Chen Yue paused slightly with his right palm, and the powerful palm force landed on the ground from a distance.

With a muffled boom, the hard stone slab was slammed into a palm print by the force of the palm strike from a distance, sending fragments of stone flying.

Cheng Fengjun appeared on the other side of the guard platform, more than ten zhang away from Chen Yue.

The Reversal of the Azure Dragon's Scale Transformation Technique allows him to unleash extraordinary speed at crucial moments, dodging the fatal blow, but it also places a tremendous burden on his meridians and internal organs, making it far from a long-term solution.

For a dignified expert in the Refining Realm to be forced to use a forbidden technique to reverse his cultivation method in order to escape a mere Marrow Refining Realm cultivator instead of confronting him head-on, is an utter disgrace.

But Cheng Fengjun knew in her heart that if she hadn't decisively reversed her technique and taken that palm strike head-on, the consequences would have been far more serious than they are now.

Chen Yue's power is too strange.

That penetrating, vibrating force seemed capable of shattering all kinds of protective energy, even defensive energy.

Chen Yue slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Cheng Fengjun, who was breathing slightly short of breath in the distance, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Not bad footwork."

His words weren't meant to be sarcastic; Cheng Fengjun's speed had indeed increased significantly just now, causing even his palm strike to miss.

However, to Cheng Fengjun, this smile and this evaluation were more irritating than any mockery.

He remained silent, staring intently at Chen Yue, while the Azure Dragon Transformation Technique reversing within his body accelerated once more.

Since we can't win by fighting head-on, we'll use speed and skill.

Outside Panshi Lane, Lin Junshi and Zhao Zongzhen remained silent, not uttering a word.

The situation developed in a way that completely exceeded their expectations. What they thought would be a crushing victory turned out to be quite different.

Fortunately, Cheng Fengjun still has the trump card of the Reversal Technique. Relying on her speed advantage, she may still find a chance to turn the tide.

On the gate tower, Cheng Fengjun took a deep breath, and in the next instant, his figure disappeared again.

Like a ghost, it appeared behind Chen Yue.

A punch, carrying a sharp, bluish-black energy, silently struck Chen Yue's nape.

This punch was incredibly fast, and its angle was both tricky and ruthless, aiming straight for vital points.

However, just before his fist was about to strike Chen Yue, Chen Yue, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, didn't even...

He turned completely around, and his left hand slapped out in the opposite direction.

"Snapped!"

The fist and palm collided, producing a crisp burst of air.

Cheng Fengjun's arm jerked, and her determined strike was effortlessly deflected.

Cheng Fengjun's heart tightened, and she dared not linger in the fight. Her feet flashed again, and in a flash, she appeared on Chen Yue's other side.

He resorted to his old trick, attempting to launch an attack from another angle.

However, just as he appeared and before he could make a move, he discovered that Chen Yue had somehow turned around completely and was now facing him.

Those calm eyes were looking at him with a hint of amusement.

Cheng Fengjun was startled and took a sudden step back, trying to create distance.

But he retreated quickly, and Chen Yue chased after him even faster.

No matter how Cheng Fengjun changed her position or reversed the speed brought by the Azure Dragon Scale Transformation Technique, she was still unable to shake off Chen Yue's pursuit.

Cheng Fengjun became increasingly alarmed as he retreated. His speed and agility were rendered useless in front of Chen Yue.

Chen Yue raised his right palm high, and to Cheng Fengjun's horrified gaze, he slammed it down on Cheng Fengjun's head once again.

The palm wind howled, and the force pressed down.

Cheng Fengjun felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

He watched helplessly as the hand grew larger and larger in front of him, until he could no longer dodge it effectively.

At that moment, Cheng Fengjun's heart sank to the bottom.

For someone at the Marrow Refining Realm to cultivate such a terrifying body-forging technique, tempering their physique into something resembling a ferocious humanoid beast, is already outrageous enough.

How could someone possess such profound skill in movement techniques?

What kind of Marrow Refining Realm is this?

But reality won't change just because he thinks it's unreasonable.

That palm, carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable force, had already enveloped his vision.

There is no way to avoid it. There is no way to retreat.

At the critical moment of life and death, a crazy determination flashed in Cheng Fengjun's eyes.

He let out a roar of unwilling anger, and the Azure Dragon Scale Transformation Technique reversing within his body was pushed to its limit, even exceeding the limit.

A violent force erupted from his dantian. He abandoned all thoughts of defense, concentrated all his strength in his right arm, and threw a punch with a fierce and unstoppable momentum to meet Chen Yue's palm strike.

Since we can't avoid it, let's fight it out!

"boom!"

A violent, deafening roar erupted on the guard platform.

The air seemed to cave in from the impact, forming a visible white shockwave that swept wildly in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a figure was sent flying backward from the center of the shockwave.

It's Cheng Fengjun.

The sleeve of his right arm had turned to dust.

On his exposed arm, the bluish-black scale-like qi shattered inch by inch, his skin cracked, and blood gushed out.

His entire right arm was so badly damaged by the terrifying force that it became a bloody mess, with even the white bone fragments visible.

"puff!"

While still in mid-air, Cheng Fengjun spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood mist spreading through the air.

He crashed heavily to the ground several meters away with a thud, rolled several times before finally coming to a stop, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the ground.

The entire gate tower was deathly silent.

Only Cheng Fengjun's heavy, painful breathing echoed around.

He struggled to stand up, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw a pair of feet wearing black cloth boots silently appear in front of him.

Chen Yue.

As soon as Cheng Fengjun landed, Chen Yue followed closely behind.

Chen Yue looked at Cheng Fengjun, who was covered in blood, his eyes calm, devoid of any joy of victory or pity. He raised his right palm again, and a gust of wind gathered in his palm.

Cheng Fengjun's pupils contracted sharply. Almost instinctively, he frantically poured his remaining strength into his arms, crossing them in front of him to block.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

Cheng Fengjun's arms trembled violently, and the already broken and damaged qi on her crossed arms was instantly and completely dispersed.

An overwhelming force surged forth, and Cheng Fengjun felt her knees buckle, unable to support her any longer. With a thud, she was forcefully slapped to the ground on one knee.

The knee struck the hard stone slab with a piercing cracking sound.

Pebbles embedded themselves in his flesh, and blood instantly stained his trouser leg.

"Wow!"

Cheng Fengjun coughed up another mouthful of blood, her face instantly turning ashen white, and her breath becoming extremely weak.

Chen Yue remained silent, but expressionlessly raised his left palm once more.

This time, Cheng Fengjun's arms hung limply at her sides, unable to be raised to defend herself, leaving her wide open.

Chen Yue's left palm did not strike his head, but instead transformed into a claw, grabbing his shoulder and lifting him up.

Immediately afterwards, a kick, as swift as lightning, struck Cheng Fengjun squarely in the chest.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out as Chen Yue easily pierced and shattered the protective aura that Cheng Fengjun had erected on her chest with a single kick.

Cheng Fengjun was kicked away.

"Boom!"

His body slammed heavily against the wall at the edge of the guard post, creating a human-shaped dent in the hard stone wall.

Gravel fell in a flurry, and then Cheng Fengjun slid down the wall, collapsing to the ground, a pool of bright red blood rapidly spreading beneath her.

He lay motionless in a pool of blood, only his chest rising and falling, a testament to his continued life.

But that's all there is to it—just existing.

Seriously injured!

On the guard platform, smoke and dust slowly settled.

Chen Yue slowly withdrew his foot, stood still, and looked at Cheng Fengjun lying in a pool of blood in the distance, his eyes calm as still water.

Cheng Fengjun struggled to raise his head, and until the very last moment, he refused to admit defeat.

His unfocused gaze, through the blurred bloodstains, fell upon the tall, imposing figure in blue robes.

Cheng Fengjun's eyes were filled with confusion.

He lost.

Even if they stubbornly refuse to admit defeat, being beaten like this means that whether they admit defeat or not will no longer affect the final outcome.

Cheng Fengjun's head fell backward and hit the ground.

Whether it's the head-on confrontation he's so proud of, or the agility and speed that make him famous, he has nothing that can rival this young man before him.

The opponent did not employ any cunning tactics; they simply crushed him with pure force and in the most direct way.

What made him feel most desperate was that Chen Yue was only at the Marrow Refining stage.

Cheng Fengjun, on the other hand, is at the Refining Realm.

A difference of one level seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the opponent's terrifying foundation.

He lay in a cold pool of blood, his consciousness blurred by blood loss and excruciating pain.

In a daze, he suddenly remembered the meeting at the Zanggong Pavilion a few days ago.

At that time, Lin Junshi extended an invitation to a life-or-death duel, hoping that he would end Chen Yue's troubles on the death stage.

But Chen Yue didn't respond at the time; he just went off to find the sword technique manual on his own.

At the time, he thought that Chen Yue was just cowardly.

But now————

An unprecedented chill rose from Cheng Fengjun's spine and instantly spread throughout his body.

If—if only Chen Yue had accepted that life-or-death duel back then at the Hidden Merit Pavilion—

So, is he dead now?

This thought gripped Cheng Fengjun's heart.

Between life and death lies great terror.

Cheng Fengjun prided himself on being ruthless and decisive, never hesitating to kill. But when the possibility of death was truly at his own throat, he realized that he was not as calm as he had imagined.

Cheng Fengjun's eyes gradually cleared from confusion, and even showed a hint of fear.

Chen Yue didn't speak. He simply raised his head slowly, his gaze passing over the stone wall of the guard post and landing on Lin Junshi and Zhao Zongzhen outside Panshi Lane.

"Do we still need the deathmatch arena?"

The sound wasn't loud, but through the water curtain, it was clearly transmitted to every corner outside Panshi Lane.