C80 Ferocious Fighting Race Champion

Bang!

Bai Jun fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. However, everyone present was completely dumbstruck by the scene in front of them. All of their faces were filled with disbelief.

One had to know that the Bai Clan competition had just ended. Relying on his strength at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, the White Army was able to take third place. Just below Bai Hong and Bai Yu.

It was precisely this third place that had been flipped over with a single punch by Han Chen. No one would have thought that it would be such a situation. In an instant, everyone was stunned on the spot.

The Bai Clan Martial Arts Practice Field was deathly silent.

Even Bai Hong and Bai Yu were shocked speechless. He saw Bai Jun lying on the ground, clutching his chest that was in extreme pain, his face flushed and his face paled. The gaze he used to look at Han Chen was filled with deep shock and unwillingness.

"You, you."

"I am trash? "And what are you?" Han Chen's gaze was as sharp as a sword, 'stinging' to the point that the other party's face was in pain.

"Hmph, what a good method. The sixth stage of Qi Refining is actually able to knock out a seventh stage Qi Refining punch. Han Chen, I have underestimated you. " Big Young Master Bai Hong, who was standing beside Bai Yu, lightly clapped his hands and slowly walked over.

Everyone was secretly shocked. The aura Han Chen was emitting was indeed only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. However, the power of that fist strike just now that defeated the White Army had absolutely surpassed the realm of a sixth level Qi Refining martial cultivation. But from the looks of it, Bai Hong was going to take action. How could Han Chen surpass the strongest person among the young generation of the Bai Family?

Bai Jun slowly stood up and said with a gloomy face, "Big brother, teach that bastard a lesson for me."

"Heh." Bai Hong sneered, and lightly waved his hand, signalling for the other party to withdraw. He then raised his eyebrows and laughed with interest, "Han Chen, looks like you aren't as terrible as the rumors say you are in Mystical Peak!"

"So what?" Han Chen coldly replied. Right now, he had no place to vent his anger. Not only did he not restrain them, he even pushed them to the edge. Since he couldn't bear it any longer, there was no need for him to do so anymore.

"Haha, very good. Since that's the case, then I want you to seek advice and see what abilities you have learnt in the Mystical Peak. "

Just as Bai Hong finished speaking, a trace of ruthlessness flashed past his eyes. He raised his palm and struck towards the opponent's face.

The strong wind from the palm caused the surrounding air to become somewhat chaotic. The force of this palm strike was as fast as lightning. The surrounding people all revealed expressions of admiration, thinking to themselves, as expected of the champion of the Family Competition, he is definitely not someone the third place White Army can compare to.

"Hmph." Han Chen frowned slightly, his face didn't show any signs of fear. With a thought, a wisp of white light circulated on his right palm. With a flick of his wrist, whoosh! Two red crescent moons shot towards Bai Hong like concealed weapons.

"What martial skill is this?"

"It doesn't look like pure palm power."

"Who cares what it is? To Bai Hong, this is still not a piece of cake. "

Everyone was very confident in Bai Hong. After all, no matter how extraordinary Han Chen was, it was impossible for him to surpass two levels of difference and defeat his opponent! If that was truly the case, then those people who had mocked Han Chen earlier would have slapped themselves in the face.

"Hmph, petty tricks." Bai Hong laughed contemptuously as his martial spirit gathered in his hands. He was actually going to grab the two crescent moons with his bare hands.

In a situation where he did not understand, Bai Hong would obviously be at a disadvantage. This martial skill was passed down from the Flame Phoenix, one of the Four Holy Beasts, to Phoenix Village. At the very least, it would be a low-grade Heaven-ranked martial skill. Although Han Chen had only grasped a tiny bit of it now, its power was not to be underestimated.

Bang! Both of Bai Hong's palms slammed into the crescent moon directly, and a wave of oppressive sounds exploded in the air right after. At the same time as crescent was being scattered, Bai Hong also felt his arms go numb as he frowned.

"Great, big brother Bai Hong is truly worthy of being the champion, haha."

"He broke his little trick so easily, Bai Hong is mighty."

Many disciples applauded and applauded. However, standing not too far away from them, there was a flash of astonishment in the beautiful eyes of Bai Yu. Her strength was the same as Bai Hong's, at the eighth level of Qi Refining. His eyesight was naturally much better than the other disciples. In that last strike, Bai Hong did not look as impressive as he looked on the surface.

"How strange, the last time Mystical Peak sent a message over. Han Chen was only at the fourth level of the Body Tempering stage, and it had only been a short period of less than a year. "He has just reached the sixth level of the Refinement Stage. That's weird, weird …"

While Bai Yu was deep in thought, Han Chen and Bai Hong had already started fighting in close quarters.

Bai Hong's aura was evidently a level above Han Chen's. But since Han Chen had released his sword force, he was barely able to contend against it. Han Chen was used to fighting with his sword, but in terms of pure techniques, it was difficult for him to do it.

"Han Chen, try taking my palm." Bai Hong congealed his palm, and the Martial Spirit could be clearly seen flowing in his hand.

"Rushing Thunder Palm!"

"Crack Rock Break!"

Bang! The palm and fist collided, and the collision of power caused the hearts of the surrounding spectating disciples to tighten. Due to the difference in their realms, their strength was slightly lacking. The surging force of the palm struck his arm, causing Han Chen to uncontrollably take a few steps back.

"Heh heh." Bai Hong laughed proudly, and took the chance to attack, launching an even more powerful attack.

Seeing Bai Hong holding the upper hand, the disciples started to talk sarcastically. Especially the White Army who had been smashed to the ground by Han Chen's fist earlier, a trace of hatred and hatred could be seen in their eyes.

"Bai Hong hasn't used his full strength yet! He's dying. "

"He probably relied on luck just now. If the White Army gets serious, he might not win. "

Towards these people lying with their eyes wide open, Han Chen was both angry and amused. He thought to himself, "Humph, since that's the case, I'll make all of you shut up."

"Crack Rock Break!"

Bang! Han Chen's punch knocked his opponent away, and then a red crescent moon flew out from his hands, quickly flying towards Bai Hong.

The red crescent moon was of different sizes. The largest one was twenty centimeters wide while the smallest one was five to six centimeters wide. Even though such concentrated attacks were gorgeous, it consumed a great deal of Martial Spirit. Everyone on the sidelines could see this point.

"Heh, this kid is making a last-ditch effort."

"I would like to see how long he can hold on for."

As Bai Hong dodged Crescent Moon's attack, his face revealed a dense amount of contempt, "Heh, it's this move again. Do you really think I can't do anything to you? "

"Blood Claw Art!" Bai Hong bellowed, crossing his arms in front of his body, dense Wu Yuan gathered on his arms, following that, his hands changed from palms to claws, a condensed red light jumped on the claws.

The moment the Blood Claw Art was unleashed, the expressions of the surrounding Bai Clan disciples turned serious.

Bai Yu, who was standing on the other side, softly murmured with her red lips, "It's almost over."

Bang bang!

A series of seven to eight crescent moons were shattered by Bai Hong's bloody claw technique. Even though the latter's aura had weakened significantly, it still radiated with intense energy fluctuations.

"Heh heh, you can't use that trick of yours right?" Seeing that the crescent moon did not attack again, Bai Hong's eyes flashed with a cold light. His body moved, and instantly appeared in front of his opponent.

"What a pity! Brother Bai Hong has not used his innate ability yet!

"Hehe, aren't you looking down on him too much!? If he had used his innate divine ability, he would've lost long ago. Why wait so long? "

They all had an answer in mind.

When Bai Hong's pair of bloody claws appeared before his eyes, Han Chen's face still did not show any signs of fear. Just as everyone thought that Han Chen would be beaten to the point of vomiting blood. A half meter long red crescent moon shaped shadow suddenly appeared on Han Chen's palm.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Powerful forces solidly clashed against each other.

The red crescent moon illusion was instantly shattered into pieces. However, Bai Hong's face was also ugly. His blood claw attack was gone, the veins had burst out, and his face was so pale that it had lost all color.

"What's going on? He actually received Bai Hong's Blood Claw Skill. "

Everyone was shocked, including Bai Jun and Bai Yu. Others might not know it, but they all knew it. That Blood Claw Skill was a middle rank Earth Realm martial skill. Bai Hong had cultivated for a few years, and had already reached the Dominating Refinement realm. Even an opponent of the same level wouldn't dare to easily deal with them.

Without waiting for everyone to recover from the shock, Han Chen leaned forward and quickly extended out his right hand, his palm firmly imprinted onto the opponent's body. Bang! Caught off guard, Bai Hong's chest hurt and his body involuntarily retreated backwards.

Under everyone's gazes of disbelief, Bai Hong was pushed back more than ten steps, his feet fiercely staring at the ground, he stabilized himself. However, a trace of bright red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Hiss! Everyone in the audience sucked in a breath of cold air. No one could have imagined such an outcome.

The champion of the competition, Bai Hong who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, was actually called trash by everyone as he spat blood in front of everyone. This scene was like a resounding slap to the faces of everyone present.

Han Chen used his actions to make them shut their mouths. The entire arena was silent, no one made a sound. Not far away, Bai Yu's beautiful eyes were filled with a complicated expression. Everything happened too fast.

"Can I go now?" Han Chen coldly glanced at the people around him, and turned to leave.

And right at this moment, Bai Hong called out to him once again, "Wait."

"What is it? Is there anything else? " Han Chen replied calmly.

"Hmph, I haven't lost yet!" Do you really want to just leave like that? " Bai Hong glared at the other party fiercely, and his eyes narrowed. An intense wave of energy fluctuations radiated from his body. Behind him, the image of a ferocious cat-like creature gradually appeared.

Everyone's expression changed, they knew that Bai Hong was about to use his innate ability.