Chapter 153: Chapter 151: Who Do You Think You Are?

"One Finger Shatters the Earth!"

Jiang Chen roared, thrusting a finger forward. A massive finger, condensed from brilliant golden light, materialized out of thin air.

This finger was as thick as a bucket, glittering with golden light as if forged from pure Gold.

It was incomparably dazzling and hard!

One pulsed with silver light, like a river of stars from the Nine Heavens; the other shone with golden brilliance, like a divine pillar from beyond the firmament.

The two beams of finger light slammed into each other head-on, sending silver and golden energy spilling out. Bursts of residual power shot out in all directions.

Each burst of energy was like a ball of streaming fire falling from the sky.

RUMBLE...

The scattered shockwaves of energy crashed into the ground, blasting open massive craters. When they landed among the crowd, they sent people and horses flying in chaos.

BOOM—

With a deafening roar, both fingers exploded at the same time.

Unrivaled energy spilled out, forming a violent True Essence Gang Wind that churned the thick white mist of the area into a swirling vortex of fog.

SWOOSH—

SWOOSH—

Jiang Chen and Lin Chong shot skyward simultaneously, piercing through the fog storm, their robes whipping loudly in the wind.

They stood suspended in mid-air.

One blazed with resplendent golden light, like a Golden Armor War God; the other flared with silver light, like a deity from the starry sky!

Their eyes met. Dazzling gazes, so intense they seemed tangible, shot out and collided with a piercing roar. The sheer impact of their stares was enough to completely disperse the white mist between them, creating a vacuum.

Lin Chong’s sharp brows rose. A trace of solemnity appeared on his handsome face. "To think you could break my Star Sword Finger. It seems the Finger Technique you practice is quite formidable."

"Likewise," Jiang Chen said flatly.

"With your talent and strength, you could even make a name for yourself in the Saint Martial Sword Sect. It’s a pity you chose to provoke me!"

Lin Chong sighed softly. His silver robes fluttered in the wind as dazzling stars seemed to dance around him, the silver radiance growing ever brighter and more eye-catching. "My Star Sword Finger has three moves. The one just now was called Nine Heavens Star Fall, and I only used forty percent of my power. The next move is the second, Star River Destruction. This time, I will use seventy percent of my power. There’s no way you can block it!"

An uproar swept through the crowd at his words.

That last finger strike was already powerful enough to pierce a mountain peak.

Yet that was supposedly only forty percent of Lin Chong’s power.

So what kind of world-destroying might would his next attack, at seventy percent power, possess?

"No wonder everyone says the Saint Martial Sword Sect has no weaklings. This Lin Chong’s strength is terrifying!"

"I feel like my past few decades of cultivation have all gone to the dogs. A single finger strike at forty percent of his power already felt impossible for me to resist..."

"You’re comparing yourself to a genius from the Saint Martial Sword Sect? Isn’t that like eating in a latrine—just looking for shit?"

"Eating in a latrine? By that logic, since that kid dared to clash with Lin Chong head-on, isn’t he about to eat his fill of shit?"

"Hahaha..."

The crowd roared with laughter, their mocking gazes fixed on Jiang Chen.

...

"Seventy percent power, you say? Then I’ll use fifty percent to break your move—Two-Finger Sky-Breaking!"

Surging True Essence erupted from within his body.

It was like a torrential river, flowing endlessly, wave after wave, gathering at his fingertip.

Specks of golden True Essence Light burst from his finger, condensing into a glittering golden finger.

There were spiraling ripples across the surface of this finger.

It lay suspended in the air like a sky-propping pillar.

BOOM—

With a thrust of the finger, the very sky seemed to change color, as if it were about to be punctured.

The golden finger struck through the air, instantly colliding with the silver one. What was expected to be an evenly matched blow was not to be. Before Jiang Chen’s sky-breaking finger, the silver finger light was forced into a steady retreat. The brilliant golden radiance was like a Blazing Sun hanging in the summer sky, incredibly blinding.

It devoured everything!

Lin Chong’s sharp finger strike, when faced with the sky-breaking finger, was like the moon colliding with the Blazing Sun.

No matter how bright the silver moon, how could it ever hope to compete with the Blazing Sun?

BOOM—

A completely one-sided crush!

The finger, which was like a river of stars, was brutally crushed and obliterated.

"How is this possible?" Lin Chong’s eyes bulged, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on his calm and indifferent face.

His pupils contracted violently as he stared at the golden finger that was advancing like a hot knife through butter. His expression twisted. "Impossible! My Star Sword Finger is a Profound-Tier High-Level Martial Skill! How could it be broken by a mere ant like you? You’re dead, kid! I’m going to tear you to pieces!"

"The strongest move of the Star Sword Finger—Endless Starry Sky!"

Lin Chong roared at the sky, his long hair and robes whipping wildly. The True Essence fluctuations around him grew even more violent.

Dense True Essence surged from his body, transforming into a silver torrent of energy that coiled around his arm again and again before converging at his fingertip.

The sleeve on his arm bulged to its absolute limit, swelling in circumference.

A silver finger formed, looking as if it were cast from mercury.

Specks of silver light floated around the finger like a miniature starry sky, twinkling with stars and erupting with destructive power.

He thrust his finger out, and it was as if the boundless starry sky itself was falling.

WHOOSH—

The Spiritual Qi in the area was nearly drained dry. The white mist was completely dispersed as a hundred-meter-long silver finger, like a celestial pillar, bore down on him.

BANG!

The golden finger only held for a moment before being shattered by Lin Chong’s strike.

The golden light exploded.

Lin Chong’s face was savage as he sneered through clenched teeth, "You little bastard, you’re dead!"

Jiang Chen’s expression was impassive.

He lifted his head slightly, his eyes half-closed, and looked at the silver finger through the chaotic gang wind, unleashing several attacks in quick succession.

One Finger Shatters the Earth!

Two-Finger Sky-Breaking!

Fierce Tiger Shocks the Sky...

These attacks were majestic and immensely powerful. But before the silver celestial pillar, they all exploded, failing to halt its terrifying might!

’My cultivation is still too low. If I were at the True Martial Realm Sixth Stage, or even the Seventh Stage, killing you would be as easy as slaughtering a dog. Why would it be this much trouble?’ Jiang Chen sighed. His icy gaze transformed into two tangible, rainbow-like beams of light that shot forward. He drew his fist to his waist, let out a sudden roar, and unleashed a terrifying fist shadow. "Eight Celestial Dragon Divine Fist—Flood Dragon Soaring to Heaven!"

ROAR—

The fist flew, and a dragon’s cry sounded at the same instant.

Jiang Chen’s expression was solemn. A golden Flood Dragon’s silhouette appeared on his arm. Its ferocious head opened its cavernous mouth, letting out a series of roars. As he threw the punch, this golden Flood Dragon, formed from the momentum of his fist, twisted its powerful body and soared into the air.

The hundred-meter-long body of the Flood Dragon shimmered with golden light, its Scale Armor chillingly real, as if tangible!

It twisted its draconic body.

The Flood Dragon Fist Shadow’s cavernous mouth clamped down on the silver finger light, while its body coiled around and ensnared the silver finger.

It followed with a resounding roar.

The Flood Dragon’s body erupted in brilliant golden light and contracted violently. Cracks began to appear on the massive silver finger. The fissures spread rapidly like a plague, and the sound of shattering—K-K-KRAK—was incessant.

BANG—

Silver light flared as the entire massive silver finger exploded.

"AARGH..."

Lin Chong let out a wretched scream as his entire right arm exploded in a shower of blood.

His face turned deathly pale, his horrified gaze sweeping over the shattered finger. "How is this possible? How could I lose to this ant?"

"A loss is a loss! Lin Chong, die!" a cold voice suddenly rang out.

In the moment Lin Chong was stunned, Jiang Chen had already closed the distance and smashed down with another mid-air punch.

Scared out of his wits, Lin Chong frantically channeled his True Essence to block Jiang Chen’s ferocious assault. He was forced back continuously and roared at Luo Meng, "Senior Brother Luo, save me!"

"Not even the Celestial King himself could save you now!" Jiang Chen sneered and threw another punch.

The golden fist shadow shot forward.

"How dare you!"

Just then, a cold, low roar exploded like a clap of thunder. A fiery red blade gleam tore through the air, shattering Jiang Chen’s killing blow.

"Senior Brother Luo, hurry and butcher this little beast..." Lin Chong said quickly.

"Rest easy, Junior Brother. With me here, he wouldn’t dare kill you!" Luo Meng said flatly. He then turned to Jiang Chen, his face arrogant and cold. "Kid, I told you to stop, yet you still showed killing intent. Are you looking to die?"

Jiang Chen was furious.

He had been just a hair’s breadth from killing Lin Chong, but Luo Meng ruined it. How could he possibly be in a good mood?

He half-closed his eyes and looked at Luo Meng, curling his lip. He said flatly, "I have to stop just because you tell me to? Who do you think you are? I’m determined to kill Lin Chong. Today, not even the Celestial King himself could save him. What makes you think you’re worthy of stopping me?"

"You dare?"

Luo Meng’s face was ashen as he roared furiously.

"Watch and see if I dare!"

Jiang Chen sneered, then suddenly shot out a hand, grabbing Lin Chong’s neck and slamming his palm down on his head.

BANG—

His head exploded on the spot.

A Core Disciple of the Saint Martial Sword Sect, the great Lin Chong of the True Martial Realm Eighth Stage, had died without a complete corpse!

Everyone was aghast!

Luo Meng’s body trembled, his eyes spitting fire. Enraged to the absolute extreme, he let out a low, furious roar and launched a thunderous attack...

"Kid, you’re dead!"

PS: Third Chapter of the day is here. Starting on the fourth!