Chapter 214 - Hand of Death
“Now, who will save you?”
Chen Fan's voice, icy and commanding, echoed in Yan Qi's ear, akin to the god of death pronouncing his imminent death.
“No! Don’t kill me! I admit defeat! I admit defeat! I beg you, please spare me!” Yan Qi, consumed by fear, pleaded desperately.
“Admit defeat? Begging for mercy?”
Chen Fan thought he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
Yan Qi wanted to kill Chen Fan, but since he couldn’t win and was at death’s door, he was begging for mercy. Was there such a good deal in the world?
“You forgot where we are? This is the life-and-death arena. Is that even possible?”
Chen Fan’s voice was still icy.
“Is this for real? Chen Fan’s sword strike actually forced Zhao Gao back. He now holds Yan Qi’s life in his hands.”
“It’s no wonder he dared to challenge Senior Brother Duan Jingtian. To push Zhao Gao back, he is indeed an unusual character. He should be proud even in death.”
The nearby crowd whispered among themselves.
Chen Fan’s cultivation was only in the early stage of the second level, while Zhao Gao was at the peak of the third level. The latter could be considered a top-tier expert among the inner sect elite disciples. Those in the same cultivation realm weren’t a match for him, even if they joined forces.
The disparity didn't deter Chen Fan from showcasing his prowess, earning the respect of those witnessing the spectacle.
Zhao Gao’s expression became hideous when he heard the crowd’s discussion.
He was two small realms above Chen Fan. And Zhao Gao’s last attack, though casual, had enough strength to kill ordinary experts at the second level.
Yet, it failed to even injure Chen Fan. Moreover, his sword strike had thrown Zhao Gao back. This failure, compounded by the shame of being unable to save Yan Qi, frustrated Zhao Gao.
“Just try to kill him if you dare. I’ll make your life worse than death!”
Zhao Gao stared at the sword in Chen Fan’s hand with a sinister gaze.
“Please let me go,” Yan Qi begged, trembling.
“Let you go? Okay, imagine this. Would you have let me go if I were the one on the ground?” Chen Fan's sword flashed, blood sprayed, and Yan Qi met a swift death.
What guts!
The crowd couldn't help but internally cheer as Chen Fan, unmoved by Zhao Gao's threats, decisively ended Yan Qi's life—an action that further humiliated Zhao Gao.
Boom!
“Heavens! Hand of Death, Death Descent! That’s the move from the middle-profound tier martial skill!”
“Even if it doesn't kill Chen Fan, he'll be gravely injured and be unable to counter Zhao Gao’s attacks.”
“Hand of Death has sealed Chen Fan’s fate.”
“Zhao Gao won't end it quickly; he'll relish torturing him. Brace yourselves for Chen Fan's screams.”
“......”
The nearby crowd saw a black palm seal and sensed the ghostly aura. It swept forth with terrifying force like the hand of the heavens, descending upon Chen Fan.
Violent air currents surged, creating a whirlwind that stifled breathing.
At the peak of the third level, Zhao Gao possessed great strength and cultivated a high-tier cultivation technique. Moreover, he had just executed a mid-profound tier martial skill. Not many disciples in the same cultivation level were a match for him in the entire sect.
Despite Chen Fan's prior victories over Shen Qing and Yan Qi, the gap in strength between them and Zhao Gao was insurmountable. The onlookers had little hope that Chen Fan could reverse the dire situation.
Noticing Zhao Gao’s palm, Song Yang’s face changed from an icy and ugly expression into a faint smile.
Shen Qing and Yan Qi’s deaths were unexpected; with Zhao Gao taking action, nothing could go wrong.
An invisible force descended upon Chen Fan in the arena, rendering him immobile, as if an unseen hand was gripping him.
Though momentarily taken aback, Chen Fan recognized that Zhao Gao was strong. Still, dealing with Zhao Gao was a trivial matter for him, requiring just a single move.
I can’t use my full strength. How troublesome.
Chen Fan sighed in his heart.
If it weren’t for him being apprehensive of Duan Jingtian, he would have smacked Zhao Gao to death in one palm strike, like swatting a mosquito.
However, he had no choice but to play his part and continue the act now.
“Undefeated King’s Fist!”
Chen Fan roared, his aura boiled fiercely, activating his second-level Yuanfu realm’s power to the limit.
Simultaneously, he activated the Myriad Elephants Divine Art, causing his stature to grow a meter taller.
His limbs now seemingly had steel tendons and iron bones. The image of three heads and six arms appeared, dancing wildly like a group of demons, as he punched out violently.
Boom, boom, boom...
The explosive sounds reverberated through the air as Chen Fan's terrifying fist force collided with the Hand of Death, creating a continuous series of deafening explosions.
