C19 He Only Needed One Move

Yan Beichen wanted to say more, but Yan Chen impatiently waved him off, saying, "The leader of the Tiger Army must possess the talent of a great general, with exceptional personal strength. Step back; I have my own plans!"

Yan Beichen, lacking influence, couldn't get a word in. The other ministers seated nearby showed no intention of supporting him. With a sigh, he returned to his seat.

On the stage, Chen Dutian's hands were already surrounded by a white glow. Five steps away, Jiang Daochen noticed the color of the aura and frowned, saying seriously, "Mr. Chen, we really underestimated you before. I didn't expect you to be a warrior of the Sixth Heaven in Spirit Convergence!"

Chen Dutian had always been known as a playboy, and everyone in the capital knew that he and Pang Yuan lacked the Power Node, making cultivation impossible in their lifetime. But now, he seemed like a different person, possessing the strength of the Sixth Heaven. Jiang Daochen didn't buy his story about divine teachings.

"Better late than never to find out," Chen Dutian replied with a calm smile, as a fierce aura began to emanate from him.

Jiang Daochen slowly drew the sword from his waist, his face serious. Majestic energy surged forth, instantly enveloping the three-foot blade. However, Chen Dutian shook his head with a smile, saying, "You're too weak. Even with your skills, you're no match for me!"

With a fierce glint in his eyes, Chen Dutian sprang into action, his right hand enveloped in a white glow that quickly formed into the shape of a fist.

"Skyward Sword!" Jiang Daochen shouted, no longer underestimating Chen Dutian. He thrust his longsword forward with relentless force, each strike producing a dazzling arc of light, causing the air around them to tremble slightly.

"One move is all it takes to finish you!" Chen Dutian declared, dismissing Jiang Daochen's efforts. The fist-shaped energy from his right hand grew larger, crashing directly into the blinding sword arcs.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion echoed as the sword arcs shattered into countless fragments, all swallowed by the overwhelming fist energy.

"This... this can't be happening!" Jiang Daochen gasped, his eyes wide with shock as the fist energy remained intact, bearing down on him.

"Skyfall Sword!"

With another furious shout, Jiang Daochen's longsword erupted with a piercing light, sending a dozen spinning sword shadows toward the descending fist energy. Yet, Jiang Daochen's technique was merely a low-grade skill, vastly inferior to Chen Dutian's "Thunderfist."

"Thunderfist" was a martial art Chen Dutian had mastered in a previous life, capable of harnessing the power of thunder. Once perfected, it could easily vanquish even the strongest of foes.

Although Chen Dutian currently possesses only the power of the Sixth Heaven in the Spirit Convergence realm and can only perform the first move of the "Thunderfist," it's more than enough to handle Jiang Daochen, who is at the Fifth Heaven.

"Crack!"

As the shadow of the fist descended, Jiang Daochen's longsword developed several cracks, and the sword shadows vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

"Thud!"

Jiang Daochen felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him, causing his legs to tremble violently before he collapsed onto the arena floor. The longsword in his hand crumbled to dust, while the fist's shadow continued to pound relentlessly against him.

Jiang Daochen, a formidable warrior of the Fifth Heaven, couldn't withstand even a single move from Chen Dutian after executing his skill. Ling Zechuan and Wang Yuntian, standing nearby, were utterly stunned.

"Am I seeing things? Jiang Daochen is a strong fighter at the Fifth Heaven, and he was defeated by Chen Dutian just like that?"

"You're not mistaken. Jiang Daochen couldn't even take one move from Chen Dutian!"

"He's incredibly powerful, taking down Jiang Daochen with a single move. Could it be that Chen Dutian has already reached the Astral Wandering realm?"

"If Jiang Daochen was defeated, Ling Zechuan probably won't stand a chance against Chen Dutian either. The position of the Tiger Army's leader is undoubtedly Chen Dutian's for the taking!"

The crowd murmured in hushed tones, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at Chen Dutian standing on the platform. Meanwhile, Yan Chen and the gathered officials seated above wore expressions of deep concern, with Wang Xuanyang's eyes occasionally flashing with a cold, murderous intent.

No one had anticipated that Chen Dutian, once dismissed as a failure, would possess such formidable strength. Chen Dou was already a warrior of the Skyflight realm, and if the Chen family produced another warrior of the same caliber, it would be a force more terrifying than an army of half a million.

"You lost!" Chen Dutian said, his fierce aura subsiding as he slowly approached Jiang Daochen, looking down at him with a cold voice.

Jiang Daochen, kneeling on the platform, was pale as a sheet, sweat pouring down his face, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, his entire body trembling.

"You... just wait. One day, I'll get my revenge!" Jiang Daochen slowly lifted his head, glaring at Chen Dutian with gritted teeth.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Daochen found himself kneeling before someone he once scorned, bringing disgrace to his entire family.

"Is that so? Let me tell you the truth: you'll never be a match for me in this lifetime," Chen Dutian replied with a disdainful smile, then calmly walked off the platform.

Not far away, Ling Zechuan and Wang Yuntian exchanged nervous glances, while the Minister of Rituals, visibly shaken, stepped forward to announce, "Chen Dutian, the Lord Protector's Heir, advances!"

"That Chen Dutian... seems pretty strong!" Yan Chen remarked slowly, his eyes coldly fixed on Chen Dutian, who was seated below the steps.

Wang Xuanyang wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Yan Beichen sitting across from him, and nodded. "As the saying goes, 'Like father, like son.' Chen Dutian is indeed fit to lead the Tiger Army."

A fleeting hint of malice crossed Yan Chen's face. With Chen Dou already holding the power to command the 500,000-strong Red Banner Army, his influence was substantial enough. Yan Chen had no intention of handing over the elite 50,000 Tiger Army to Chen Dutian as well.

After a brief break, Chen Dutian cast a glance at Ling Zechuan, who still appeared somewhat tense nearby. With a cold smile, he slowly made his way back to the arena.

Ling Zechuan, his brow furrowed, reluctantly followed. Facing the calm demeanor of Chen Dutian, Ling Zechuan took a deep breath, suppressing his fear, and swiftly drew his sword.

"Even Jiang Daochen fell to me; you're no match either. If you know what's good for you, concede now," Chen Dutian said with a casual air, standing on the arena and casting a dismissive glance at Ling Zechuan.

"Hmph, just because you defeated Jiang Daochen doesn't mean you'll beat me! If you think I'll surrender willingly, forget it!" Ling Zechuan had no way out. Conceding to Chen Dutian would be too great a humiliation for him.