Lin Chen being a fire elemental power user was already no secret, but when Lin Chen launched his punch, everyone was stunned.
Because the instant Lin Chen's fist struck out, the bursting flames were completely different from ordinary flames.
Golden flames intermingled with purple glows, and wherever the flames passed, strands of Bai Ling were instantly melted away.
Accompanied by a dull thud, Lin Chen's fist heavily slammed into the Bai Ling.
The gold and purple flames instantly enveloped the white pillar of light, sending waves of scorching heat rolling in.
Amid the sound of ice shattering, the white ice blade that could freeze a Nascent Soul cultivator into ice dregs was devoured by the gold and purple flames in an instant, turning into mist.
This magnificent collision made everyone feel as if they were suffocating, many with incredulous expressions on their faces. How was it possible that Lin Chen, with his Nascent Soul cultivation level, withstood a strike from the Innate Realm powerhouse Zhou Ci?
Within the astonished gazes of the crowd, Lin Chen slowly walked out from the icy rain and, looking at a somewhat shocked Zhou Ci, casually smiled, "Zhou Ci, is this the strength of your Innate Realm? I'm quite disappointed. You're still far from able to kill me."
Zhou Ci's expression darkened. He had thought that his previous magnificent strike would tear Lin Chen in half, but surprisingly, Lin Chen, like a monster, had blocked his attack with the Purple Flame Golden Fire.
At this moment, Zhou Ci's eyes grew even darker, his murderous intent even thicker: "I didn't expect to have underestimated you, but you won't be so lucky next time. I will make your life worse than death."
Above the arena, it was as if there were two worlds, with fiery heat surrounding Lin Chen, and chilling frost around Zhou Ci. What made people even more breathless was the thick killing intent emanating from both of them.
Everyone knew this was a fight to the death, both intent on putting the other in the grave, meaning only one could leave the stage alive from this fierce duel.
Initially everyone believed it would be a one-sided crush, with Nascent Soul Realm against Innate Realm, a battle without any comparability.
But Lin Chen's astonishing strength displayed during their initial clash caught everyone off guard.
Especially the terrifying destructive power contained within Lin Chen's flames, which left everyone tremendously alarmed.
And what Zhou Ci had just displayed was merely the tip of the iceberg of the Innate Realm strength; neither had gone all out in their earlier offense and defense, and everyone knew that the real battle had only just begun.
Zhou Ci's eyes gleamed frostily, staring intently at Lin Chen. Now he didn't just want Lin Chen dead, but to die miserably, to show everyone present that he was the king of the younger generation.
"Lin Chen, now let me show you the true power of the Innate Realm. I want to see how you'll be arrogant next," Zhou Ci said, with a murderous glint erupting from his eyes. He spread his hands, and in an instant, a mighty aura swept out, his whole body enshrouded in a blizzard formed by transformed Spiritual Energy.
The entire courtyard was instantly covered in a frigid cold aura, with many people gasping for air under the pressure of Zhou Ci's Innate Realm aura.
"Wow, that's strong!"
"Is this the Innate Realm? It's freaking awesome!"
"Lin Chen is definitely done for this time."
Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Zhou Ci, the crowd was in an uproar, and many people were shaking their heads in sympathy for Lin Chen.
In many people's eyes, the outcome was decided. In the face of such a powerful Zhou Ci, Lin Chen stood no chance.
Lin Chen's gaze slightly sharpened, his focus locked onto Zhou Ci.
After all, Zhou Ci's strength was forcibly enhanced through medicinal means, so it still fell short of a true Innate Realm's strength, but even so, he was still much stronger than the Nascent Soul peak Lin Chen.
Lin Chen had only been able to contend with Zhou Ci because of the immense power of the Purple Flame Golden Fire. However, Zhou Ci, who grew up in Kunlun, had learned the most top-notch Cultivation Techniques. Therefore, facing a formidable opponent, Lin Chen dared not to be the slightest bit careless.
Zhou Ci's hands suddenly lifted, and the mist swirling in front of him condensed into countless hexagonal ice shards.
These densely packed ice shards each radiated a biting cold light as they floated in front of Zhou Ci.
These ice shards, transformed from Spiritual Energy, left bloodstains upon contact. The sight of the overwhelming ice shards was enough to chill one's heart.
Murderous intent surged in Zhou Ci's eyes as he swept his hands forward.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The myriad of ice shards flew like arrows loosed from a bow, instantly enveloping Lin Chen in a shower of icy rain.
Lin Chen stared at the ice rain with a solemn expression. He took a forceful step forward and flames surged between his palms, forming a massive firewall in front of him.
The ice shards dove into the roaring flames like moths to a flame. As the two forces of Spiritual Power clashed, the air around them seemed to tear apart, emitting thunderous explosions.
Suddenly, cracks appeared on Lin Chen's firewall, and Zhou Ci, elated, spurred even more ice shards to smash violently against it.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Finally, Lin Chen's firewall shattered with a loud crash.
But Lin Chen's figure was no longer behind the firewall.
"How is this possible!" Zhou Ci was shocked.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the void; Lin Chen, with flames flickering in his palm, struck towards Zhou Ci's face.
"Five Elements Bagua Array Method!"
Lin Chen was unexpectedly also skilled in the Bagua Array Method. The face of an old man in the crowd changed dramatically. The Five Elements Eight Trigrams Array was the secret technique of their Formation Sect, and he couldn't believe how flawlessly Lin Chen used it.
"This fellow has turned the arena into an Eight Trigrams Array. No wonder his Nascent Soul cultivation is on par with Zhou Ci's Innate Realm." Lu Yunshan's face revealed shock, and what astonished him even more was Lin Chen's usage of the formation, which was even more adept than his own.
As Lin Chen's palm wind approached, Zhou Ci's gaze sharpened. He advanced instead of retreating, his fists covered in ice as he lunged towards Lin Chen.
On the platform, two ghostly silhouettes constantly interwove, and Lin Chen's flames in his palm clashed with Zhou Ci's icy palm strikes, each collision producing a muffled sound along with a suffocating Spiritual Energy pressure that startled everyone present.
Amidst the crowd's astonished gazes, figures on the platform dodged and weaved, both fighters using deadly moves where a single mistake could be fatal.
In the VIP seats, Zhou Batian's face was grim. According to his plan, Zhou Ci should have been able to easily annihilate Lin Chen without much effort, but the situation unfolded with both men evenly matched.
Lu Yunshan watched Lin Chen on the platform, continuously shifting his footing, and nodded repeatedly: "This young fellow is incredibly strong. Every step he takes is on a formation gate that benefits him. In contrast, although Zhou Ci's offensive seems fierce, he is unable to unleash his full power under the influence of the formation."
Before the exchange of blows, everyone would have thought this was a lopsided match, yet the reality was an evenly matched duel.
Watching the two figures constantly colliding on the platform, everyone's eyes were ablaze with excitement. The duel seemed to be getting more thrilling by the moment!