Chapter 412: Chapter 145: Perception Like a Mirror Reflecting All Things, the Intent of the Three Saber Techniques Merges

’What in the world was this?!’

’Who asks a lady something like that in front of a whole crowd?’

’This is simply outrageous!’

’Utterly absurd!’

"Hahaha!"

The surrounding Seven Stars Gang disciples could no longer hold it in and burst into roaring laughter, shattering the previously tense atmosphere.

Even among the opposing gangs, many of their expressions turned incredibly strange; they wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, struggling to hold it in.

A young, honest-looking disciple from the Celestial Wolf Gang subconsciously turned to his master and asked in a low voice, "Master, if it were you, would you wash your hands first or..."

"SMACK!"

Before he could finish, his master slapped him on the back of the head. The man roared, "It’s bad enough that lout asked such an insane question, but are you going to be a damn idiot right along with him?!"

After scolding his disciple, the man himself fell silent, his brow deeply furrowed as if he were seriously contemplating this "practical" problem...

In the center of the field, Chu Fan looked at the fuming Ling Ruoshui and shook his head, as if lamenting her inability to grasp the question’s deeper meaning. "This is a very practical problem concerning a life-or-death choice. How could it be absurd?"

He waved his hand, seemingly having lost interest in discussing it further. "Forget it. What’s the point of this nonsense?"

When he looked up, his gaze became calm and profound again. He looked at Ling Ruoshui, his eyes also sweeping over the disciples from the other gangs behind her. "You want a beating? Simple enough."

"Make your move."

Ling Ruoshui, who had been thrown into a state of shame and anger by Chu Fan’s "latrine question," saw that he was finally accepting the challenge and barked coldly, "About time!"

Before her voice faded, the aura around her changed abruptly. Primordial Qi surged as she crossed her fists in front of her, taking the opening stance of the Celestial Wolf Gang’s exclusive Secret Skill—the Celestial Wolf Fist.

"AWOOOO—!"

A faint, ethereal wolf howl echoed out of nowhere. As her Primordial Qi condensed, the phantom image of a massive, ferocious, ethereal blue celestial wolf—formed entirely from energy and light—materialized behind her!

The phantom bared its fangs, ready to pounce, and a brutal, oppressive aura spread outwards like a tidal wave!

The Seven Stars Gang disciples, who had been snickering at Ling Ruoshui’s embarrassment and even looking down on her, suddenly turned grim, their laughter dying abruptly.

"What... What a terrifying aura!"

"So this is the Celestial Wolf Gang’s Secret Skill? Just looking at it is terrifying!"

"Compared to our Twelve Forms Fist..." a disciple mumbled. He didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was self-evident—

The Twelve Forms Fist focused on Foundation Establishment and Blood Nourishing, tempering one’s foundation. Although it could later evolve into Killing Moves, at the same Realm, it was indeed inferior in terms of aura and direct aggression when facing a Martial Art like the Celestial Wolf Fist, which was created for slaughter.

Ling Ruoshui hadn’t even made a formal move, yet the tangible Fist Intent phantom alone made many of the Seven Stars Gang disciples below the Spirit Awakening Realm feel suffocated, as if an invisible wolf’s claw were throttling them!

And then there was Chu Fan...

He still just stood there, plain and simple.

He didn’t take any profound opening stance, didn’t circulate any earth-shattering Primordial Qi, and didn’t even assume the most basic combat posture of the Twelve Forms Fist.

He just stood there casually, his posture lax, seemingly full of openings. It was a stark contrast to Ling Ruoshui’s imposing might, brimming with Evil Qi and accompanied by the wolf phantom.

Although the Seven Stars Gang disciples had near-blind faith in Chu Fan and had heard of his many incredible achievements, most of them had never seen him fight with their own eyes, let alone seen him kill someone in the Divine Power Realm.

Now, seeing Ling Ruoshui’s ferocious aura while Chu Fan appeared so arrogantly overconfident, their hearts leaped into their throats, their palms sweating for him!

"SWISH!"

Just as the tension reached its peak, Ling Ruoshui moved!

Her movements were like a cheetah hunting its prey, yet with the cunning speed of a wolf. The dust at her feet had barely stirred before she shot forward!

While still several yards away from Chu Fan, she unhesitatingly threw a wild punch. "Celestial Wolf Howling at the Moon!"

Following her sharp cry, the massive celestial wolf phantom behind her moved in perfect sync, letting out a soul-shaking roar.

Its giant claws tore through the air, carrying a vicious wind and a world-destroying force as it lunged straight for Chu Fan’s head!

Before the Fist Force arrived, the sharp Gangfeng was already blowing the hair on Chu Fan’s forehead back!

This punch had clearly grasped the essence of the Celestial Wolf Fist; it was incomparably ferocious!

Yet, facing this strike that would make any ordinary Spirit Awakening Realm Martial Artist’s expression change in alarm, Chu Fan’s own expression didn’t even flicker.

Just as the ethereal blue celestial wolf phantom was about to pounce on him, he finally moved...

He didn’t dodge, nor did he retreat.

He simply took a half-step forward, raised his right fist, and threw an incredibly simple, unadorned punch—the Twelve Forms Fist, Bear Form Shattering Fist!

This punch had no dazzling brilliance, no deafening roar, only a sense of power that was pure to the extreme.

It was as if it wasn’t a fist moving, but a dormant mountain suddenly awakening, pushing forward with the will to crush everything in its path.

"BOOM—!!!"

A not-so-loud, yet exceptionally muffled explosion erupted.

Under countless horrified gazes, the instant the imposing and incredibly tangible ethereal blue celestial wolf phantom came into contact with the seemingly ordinary Bear Form Shattering Fist, it shattered like glass struck by a sledgehammer. Without the slightest struggle, it exploded violently, disintegrating into countless motes of light that scattered and vanished!

Chu Fan’s fist, its momentum undiminished after crushing the celestial wolf phantom, continued forward as if merely brushing away a layer of dust. It precisely slammed into Ling Ruoshui’s heaving chest, which she couldn’t dodge due to her forward momentum!

"BAM!"

Another muffled thud—this time, it was the unmistakable sound of a physical impact.

"Ah—!"

The ferocity and confidence on Ling Ruoshui’s face were instantly replaced by boundless pain and disbelief!

She felt an irresistible, immense force surge into her body like a flash flood, feeling as if her organs had been displaced. She screamed miserably as she was thrown backward like a broken kite, tracing a pathetic arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground several yards away. She struggled a few times but couldn’t get back up!

The entire arena once again fell into a deathly silence!

This time, the silence was even more absolute, more suffocating, than when Chu Fan had declared he would fight them all alone.

Everyone’s expressions were frozen, their eyes filled with bewilderment, shock, and a sense of absurdity.

’One move?’

’No, that couldn’t even be considered a single move!’

’Just the most basic, most ordinary Bear Form Shattering Fist from the Twelve Forms Fist?’

’And it... it just so casually crushed the Fist Intent phantom of the Celestial Wolf Fist and even sent the Celestial Wolf Gang’s prodigy, Ling Ruoshui, flying?’

’This wasn’t a spar. It was... annihilation!’

’A complete and utter, one-sided annihilation!’

The disciples from the various gangs who had been clamoring to be the first to challenge Chu Fan were now ashen-faced, as if they were all being collectively choked.

When they looked at the figure still standing calmly in the center of the arena, their eyes held nothing but fear.

Some among them were confident they could defeat Ling Ruoshui, but none were confident they could beat her with a single punch.

Let alone severely injure Ling Ruoshui with a head-on blow like that!

With just that one punch, everyone understood the gap between themselves and Chu Fan...

’Is this the legendary, lowly Demon Suppression Guard?’

’Aren’t rumors supposed to be exaggerations?’

Chu Fan slowly retracted his fist as if he had just done something trivial.

His calm gaze swept over the group of young disciples opposite him, who were now utterly silent. He spoke flatly:

"Next."