I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1026 - 320 Encounter with the Demon

Chapter 1026: Chapter 320: Encounter with the Demon

Chapter 1026 -320: Encounter with the Demon

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It seemed that to honor the souls of fallen warriors, a heavy rain started to fall over Longzhou’s Northern Territory, with dark clouds carrying thunder roaring as if to announce the death of Wang Han.

Walking silently through the pouring rain, Wang Chan’s expression was as still as water, but beneath his calm facade lay anger, sorrow, and a destructive desire.

The thunder seemed to sense the emotions of the Saint Child of the South, growing louder and louder, with countless lightning snakes hissing through the clouds until they could no longer be contained, striking down to the ground and splitting the camphor tree in front of Wang Chan in half.

The Saint Child of the South stopped and raised his head, calling out, “Who is the mighty one controlling the clouds and the rain? Would you grace me with your presence?”

His clear call, like an arrow shot into the sky, seemed to stir a response from the clouds. Countless lightning serpents swirled into a storm, and at the center of the storm, a black hole appeared. A tall, thin man, wearing a Gou Chen Mask and enveloped in a Star Robe, descended slowly. Against the backdrop of the dark sky and thunder, he looked like a Heavenly Demon descending to earth.

“Devil Lord, Gou Chen?”

Although Wang Chan’s tone carried a note of uncertainty, he was already certain of the newcomer’s identity.

The Son of the South showed no sign of nervousness, greeting the newcomer with a cupped-fist salute and a smile, “I didn’t expect to meet the legendary Devil Lord in the Northern Territory of Longzhou. I’m indeed fortunate, Wang Chan am I.”

Amid the rumbling thunder, Wang Chan spoke without a trace of fluctuation in his tone, as clear as a whisper in one’s ear, and his unassuming demeanor made it impossible to tell that the young man was seriously injured at the moment.

“Heh heh heh.” A harsh, grating laugh, like the grating of two sharp blades, came from Gou Chen’s mask as he spoke, “Meeting the scion of the Wang Clan from the South should be considered my good fortune.”

“Oh?” Wang Chan raised an eyebrow, looked himself over with a downward glance, and then asked, “I wonder what sort of good fortune Mr. Gou Chen is referring to?”

“Because of the Saint Child, I shall become renowned throughout the world.”

“Sir, you have already made a name for yourself throughout the world.”

As if old friends reminiscing, Wang Chan was composed, gently waving his hand as he responded, “Defeating Liaoyin, destroying Buddha’s Country, even Zhongzhou considers you a Devil Lord. My little fame is nothing compared to yours.”

“The Saint Child of the Wang Clan of the South, one of the Four Little Saints of this era, is sufficient,” Gou Chen’s hoarse voice had an unquestionable tyrannical edge, “I ask for a favor from the Saint Child.”

Wang Chan nodded with a smile, asking, “I wonder what the younger generation can do to assist sir?”

“Lend me your head for a moment.”

Behind those unfathomable and tranquil eyes was an indifference to life and death, as the Devil Lord Gou Chen said to Wang Chan, “Help me become renowned throughout the world.”

Wang Chan was initially startled, then holding his stomach, he burst into wild laughter, “Ah hahaha! Sir, oh sir, you really have a way with jokes! Hahaha!”

As if having heard a hilarious joke, Wang Chan couldn’t stop laughing. After a good while, he wiped away the nonexistent tears in the corner of his eyes and composed himself before saying, “Do you realize what it means to kill a scion of the sacred land?”

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“It’s a first in this world, unprecedented and rarely followed.”

As the violent rain gradually ceased, Gou Chen looked up and spoke faintly to Wang Chan, “The time is about right. The Saint Child has tried several times, blocked by the thundercloud storm and unable to beckon the power of the stars. Do you have any last words?”

The Yuan Magnetic Storm, created by thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads, had locked the area above both men. Although Wang Chan was an unparalleled genius, it was utterly impossible for him to beckon the power of the stars in such a situation. Tang Luo had let him spout idle chatter to bide time, aiming to build up more thunder to ensure the storm could follow and surround them completely.

Wang Chan hadn’t anticipated his ploy would be so easily seen through by Gou Chen. His face changed color, and knowing that his opponent had come prepared and with lethal intent, he called out the true name of his Divine Armor while executing the Dunjia Nine Secrets!

“Presence, Soldiers, Battle, All, Arrayed, Before me!”

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Each word a seal, the Nine Secrets were applied, wrapping Wang Chan in nine mysterious Dunjia techniques, instantaneously enhancing his physical strength several times over, reaching the level of a master in physical martial arts.

Tang Luo was certain that half a year ago in Lanshan City, this guy had no close combat skills, and yet, in just a half year’s time, his Dunjia Nine Secrets had reached such a level. Those entitled as Four Little Saints truly weren’t to be underestimated!

With a shadowy flash, the ground fractured, and the Star Robe spread like bat wings. Devil Lord Gou Chen didn’t hesitate for a moment, closing the gap with a step, his right fist like a full moon with the howl of wind and thunder, slamming into Wang Chan’s face.

With the fierce might of Yin and Yang together, Gou Chen’s punch held back nothing. The recently applied Dunjia Nine Secrets was instantly shattered, and Wang Chan was sent flying by the force.

Had the Nirvana Feathered Robe not been invoked in time, that very strike would have broken Wang Chan’s body apart, which made Tang Luo quite disappointed.

Suppressing a slight feeling of regret, Tang Luo focused on the opponent in front of him. The other had just been through a great battle with Old Xu Ying and had been gravely wounded by the Unpardonable Yin and Yang. If he couldn’t prevent this man from escaping now, it would truly be indefensible!

With another flash of Ghost Shadow Step and the burst of Spiritual Power, Gou Chen’s speed almost reached the extent of shortening a stretch of earth to an inch. A succession of punches, like a spear forest, lunged out, each punch bearing the collective force of several types of power, aimed at Wang Chan, who could not find any leverage.

Just as Wang Chan was about to be buried by the fist winds, the Divine Armor, first among the southern heavens, stirred again. Its tattered and sporadic feathers whipped up against the wind as if they were seven chains, shattering the encroaching fist winds completely.

“That’s exactly what I was waiting for!”

Seeing the Phoenix King feathers continuously breaking through the fist winds, Tang Luo felt not worry but elation, as his meticulously prepared Blood River Divine Sword burst forth. This Blood River Divine Sword was different from the past; it contained only the pure Blood Fiend nurtured by the Asura Divine Heart.

The Blood Fiend, cultivated by the Asura Divine Heart for a thousand years, was the greatest nemesis of spirit-based magical treasures. Had the Divine Armor been intact, naturally, it would have nothing to fear from this contamination.

But during the battle with Old Xu Ying, who knew how many times the colorful feathers of the Phoenix King had been severed by the Emperor’s Void Phoenix. Afterward, attacked by the Unpardonable Yin and Yang, its true form was already riddled with holes. Now desiring to block but without strength to spare, beset by the Blood Fiend and stripped of divine power, the feathers drooped listlessly.

Gou Chen understood that this was the Divine Armor’s core spirit being suppressed by the tainted Blood Fiend, but this suppression was not everlasting because there was still the invincible soul of the Phoenix King within the armor, while the Blood Fiend was a one-time death matter. He could only seize the moment to suppress the Divine Armor, striving to inflict fatal injuries on Wang Chan.

Charging forward once more, his right fist carrying the roar of wind and thunder, Gou Chen aimed for Wang Chan’s chest. This punch, bear in mind, if it had intended to break through the Divine Armor straight off, wouldn’t have nearly enough force, but the power contained within it was sufficient to make Wang Chan’s injuries even more severe. A direct punch driven by the unified power of Yin and Yang—three strikes were enough to reduce the flesh within the Divine Armor to a pile of mush!

The usually all-conquering feathers suddenly lost connection, and as Wang Chan sought to react, his body became sluggishly unresponsive, the hidden injuries from the battles with Old Xu Ying and the Twin Peerless Guards making him seem as slow as an old man in this split-second timing of physical technique battles.