Long Chen was right in the middle of the arena. The man's long sword lost control, like a bolt of lightning stabbing toward Long Chen's throat—so precise it was hard to believe. Some even suspected it was premeditated.
At this moment, Long Chen had not entered combat mode at all. Such a rapid attack contained the full power of the Child of Destiny. At that moment, Yu Ying and the others turned pale with fear, even forgetting to cry out in alarm.
However, just as the sword was only three inches from Long Chen's throat, it abruptly stopped, unable to continue stabbing further.
Long Chen's two fingers were covered with fine scales, gripping the sword tightly. The fierce sword was like a venomous snake struck at the vital spot, and all momentum vanished in an instant.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked, even Long Tianrui was moved. Long Chen's move was effortless and unhurried. Clearly, all of this was within his expectations.
You have to understand, their battle was like a raging storm, and the move just now—even experts of that caliber—Long Tianrui, Jiang Wuwang, Feng Fei—could tell it was a mistake.
Because it was a mistake, it was impossible to predict it. Yet this move was still within Long Chen's expectations. Such precise prediction was truly terrifying.
The most terrifying thing was that Long Chen struck, without a trace of anger or any fluctuation of vital energy. With just two fingers, he neutralized a sword strike from a destined child, which contained all his strength. Such a simple move, yet it challenged everyone's cognitive space.
Countless powerful figures gasped in shock. Previously, many had refused to submit, but now, although they were hostile to Long Chen, they had no choice but to submit before this move. This is strength—absolute strength.
The two Sons of Destiny on the arena were also stunned by the scene. The disciple wielding the battle blade deeply understood the opponent's strength; every strike he struck required full effort, not daring to slack off for a moment.
But with just that sword strike, Long Chen easily controlled it with just two fingers. He was utterly shocked, and his opponent was so shocked he couldn't even speak.
At first, when this sword stabbed at Long Chen, he immediately sensed trouble and wanted to withdraw. He didn't care about Long Chen's fate, but if his opponent took the opportunity to attack, he would never have a chance to turn the tables.
But everything happened so fast that he didn't have time to withdraw it. Long Chen had already caught the sword between his two fingers, and the earth-shattering power attached to that strike vanished without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea.
Long Chen's face remained calm, but deep inside, he was shouting madly. He was frantically thanking the Qiankun Cauldron, and also the Cross God Exterminator.
Since cultivating the Cross Godslayer technique, that insanely difficult level had elevated his control over his own power to a huge level.
In the past, when facing the Chosen One's sword, he could easily block it, but he couldn't control it so calmly and effortlessly dispel the opponent's power.
Cultivating the Dragon Blood Cross Godslayer had unknowingly brought him a huge surprise. Even without using the cross Godslayer Cross, his strength had increased significantly.
After the initial surprise, Long Chen looked calmly at the disciple and flicked his fingers.
"Buzz!"
The longsword trembled. The disciple groaned softly, staggered back several steps before steadying himself. At that moment, his expression changed dramatically.
Long Chen's gentle flick made his arm go numb, his sword nearly slipped in his grip, and his chest ached faintly, almost coughing up blood.
"You lost,"
Long Chen said calmly.
"Nonsense! How did I lose? I still have many tricks I haven't tried yet. The disciple was furious.
Long Chen said, "Your abilities are about equal, evenly matched, but you lack experience and aren't as meticulous as the other side."
Because of this, he can still control his moves, but you lose control. Don't be dissatisfied—this is the difference. When masters compete, details determine victory or defeat.
If I don't get involved, this match will take at least several hours before a winner is decided. Who has time to waste it with you?
If you accept it, then you have to; if not, you have to. In this arena, I'm the boss. If you disagree, you can appeal, but if you keep whining and complaining here, be careful or I'll hit you. "
Whew"
After Long Chen finished speaking, he waved his golden staff, and both were teleported out at the same time. As they were teleported, the nameplates at their waists lit up, the other dimmed—the outcome was decided.
The disciple holding the long sword was clearly unconvinced. After returning to the viewing platform, he shouted loudly, pointing his sword at that disciple, ready to fight him privately.
But that disciple couldn't be bothered to respond. The disciple was furious and tried to keep causing trouble, but was slapped to the ground by Zhao Qingtian.
"Shut up! If you lose, you've lost. If you're outmatched, you still have to curse like a shrew in the street. You've completely disgraced the Zhao family." Zhao Qingtian cursed angrily.
It turned out that the Child of Destiny was a disciple of the Zhao family, and even experts of that level like Zhao Qingtian and Long Tianrui could see that this Zhao family disciple was indeed weaker than his opponent.
Just as Long Chen said, their battles would take at least several hours to determine the winner, and these battles were usually the most boring. Long Chen could decide the outcome so quickly, so it was no problem at all.
If he was dissatisfied, he could appeal to his own family head instead of shouting here, as that would only make the Zhao family more humiliated.
The man was knocked down by Zhao Qingtian's palm and didn't dare make another sound. Zhao Qingtian was a powerful figure sealed in ancient times. Even as the Son of Destiny, he wouldn't dare act recklessly with Zhao Qingtian, so he could only cover his face and sit quietly.
At this moment, Long Chen had already arrived at the second arena, still using the same routine: first delivering lines, then starting the arena.
As soon as the arena started, the two disciples immediately erupted, and all the strong players in the arena once again focused intently on watching the match.
Deep within the Dragon family's underground palace, the chiefs of the four great divine clans were gathered together, watching the arena through a mirror.
"This Long Chen is as strong as a monster. No wonder Long Tianrui values him so highly." The Jiang family patriarch couldn't help but say.
At the same time, he remembered that Feng Fei had told him more than once, saying he was the most perverted guy in the world. So-called geniuses were all worthless before him. He hadn't believed it before, but now, this simple move had won his full conviction.
"No matter how strong he is, he can't beat Zhao Qingtian." The Zhao family patriarch said somewhat dissatisfied.
"I think Ye Lingxiao can defeat him just as well." The Ye family patriarch also said confidently.
The Jiang family patriarch frowned. He was just saying Long Chen was quite strong, so why was he being targeted like this? Just as he was about to speak, the Long family patriarch hurriedly tried to smooth things over
:
"Enough with these pointless things. Today, let's have a proper discussion about how to deal with Long Chen—should we let him die or live?"
As soon as the Long family patriarch spoke, the expressions of the other three family heads immediately turned serious.