174: Chapter 167: The True Madness 174: Chapter 167: The True Madness “Hehe…” Duan Qing laughed, his laughter tinged with interest, finally finding something amusing.
Even when facing Yoo Junluo, who was hailed as a prodigy seen once in ten thousand years, Duan Qing couldn’t guarantee his survival but still saw a chance to live.
And here was this boy, boldly claiming he could smash him to death—interesting, truly interesting.
Lately, Duan Qing had been feeling rather bored, especially since his swordsmanship had made a breakthrough, and his power surged.
Finding no match among his generation except the elusive Yoo Junluo, he didn’t expect…
The fun had arrived!!!
Although the one before him was a reckless little ant, he was a rather interesting ant, wasn’t he?
Young Master Su, quickly apologize…” Yuan Shen whispered a reminder.
He wanted to maintain good relations with Su Chen, whose courage he somewhat admired.
To remain so arrogant in Duan Qing’s presence, Su Chen might be the only one aside from the legendary Yoo Junluo in their generation.
This fearless, unafraid-to-die spirit was indeed admirable.
Yuan Shen considered himself someone who was timid and exploited the weak but bullied the strong; therefore, he admired those who were uncompromisingly firm and unyielding.
However, Su Chen ignored Yuan Shen and just silently watched Duan Qing.
“Kid, you’re quite impressive; I somewhat appreciate you, so, you just need to withstand one move from me.
If you can survive, I will consider becoming brothers with you,” Duan Qing stated emphatically, his gaze fixed deeply on Su Chen.
Yuan Shen, Nalan Qingcheng, and others slightly relaxed their expressions, surprised.
Those who knew Duan Qing understood he was a madman, a complete madman who typically left no survivors once he took action.
Regardless, since Duan Qing had spoken thus, he would surely follow through, and Su Chen wouldn’t be in mortal danger anymore.
“Honestly speaking, you don’t deserve to become brothers with me!” The next second, Su Chen shook his head.
Instantly, the atmosphere turned so tense it defied description, and the air seemed to freeze, leaving everyone unable to breathe.
Yuan Shen felt his scalp tingle, and his heart seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
Even though he wasn’t involved, he felt so empathetic that he was nearly fainting.
“Die!” In the same second, Duan Qing stopped wasting words, his entire being exuding an absolute will of death, his eyes emotionless as if he intended to obliterate everything.
Duan Qing was furious.
Su Chen’s arrogance and ignorance had thoroughly infuriated him.
Those words nearly made Duan Qing lose his sanity.
One thought consumed his mind: to shred Su Chen into countless pieces.
Duan Qing unsheathed his sword.
He had always carried a black-brown heavy sword, one meter in length and one inch in width, on his back.
That heavy sword, now in Duan Qing’s hand, seemed to possess a soul in an instant—it dazzled blindingly.
Wave after wave of majestic, fierce sword intent radiated from the sword, aggressively spreading around and swirling in the air, as if it aimed to exterminate all the air around.
Yuan Shen, Cheeng Bai, Zhao Qingling, Nalan Qingcheng—all involuntarily retreated, as if pushed by an irresistible heavenly force.
And during their retreat, they could distinctly feel as if every part of their bodies had been locked onto by the Grim Reaper, enveloped and unavoidable death lurking around.
Suddenly, Duan Qing activated his Mysterious Qi, channeling all the Qi in his body towards the sword blade, reminiscent of rampaging horses and a dancing Divine Dragon, visibly vibrating the sword, increasingly dazzling, with blood-light flowing, converging at the tip.
The Heavy Sword moved.
In the air, it vibrated and swung a full hundred times, gathering momentum to an astonishing level, then a sword strike was unleashed.
This sword strike surpassed the limits of the naked eye and thought, so fast that not even a shadow lingered.
As the sword struck, directly on the wall of the VIP conference hall at the position where Su Chen stood, lines resembling sword scars appeared.
And people like Yuan Shen and Nalan Qingcheng turned pale, their lips smeared with blood, their eyes filled with utmost horror.
Su Chen didn’t move an inch.
Only the playful curve of his lips widened even more.
A very fine sword strike, this strike could instantly kill a super expert in the early stage of the Mysterious Qi Grandmaster Realm; whether in terms of speed, strength, intent, or momentum, it reached extremely high levels of mastery.
Su Chen acknowledged that, even in his previous life, he couldn’t have executed such a sword strike.
Su Chen was certain that few in the Martial Arts World could have such talent in the way of the sword.
Undeniably, Duan Qing was a monster-level genius beyond imagination.
“Too bad, you encountered me!” murmured Su Chen.
All spells, One Punch Break!!!
When strength and power reached another level, facing any attack, whether the fierceness of swords, the heavy tremor of fists and feet, or the strangeness of hooks, it all broke with one punch, just like that.
In an instant, Su Chen took a deep breath, without any stance, any martial skill, any rhythm, any technique, just like that, under the focus power, he smashed out a punch.
Sixty to seventy thousand kilograms of force, poured out.
A punch thundered, and all the air and space in front of Su Chen seemed to shatter into void, emitting a deafening wail.
Before the crowd could react.
“Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack…”
The crisp sound of metal breaking exploded like firecrackers.
Duan Qing’s sword broke, just like that, forcefully shattered.
The fragments of the broken sword blade scattered all around, all diving deep into the ground and walls, deeply embedded as if the floor tiles and wall tiles were made of tofu.
Simultaneously, Su Chen suddenly moved.
Under the technique Fleeting Shadows, while Duan Qing was still in a deathlike shock and fear, Su Chen had already positioned himself in front of him.
Su Chen grasped Duan Qing’s throat with one hand!
“I said, you, don’t qualify to be my sworn brother, any problem?” Su Chen didn’t crush Duan Qing’s neck but quietly stared into his eyes and asked.
His voice quiet, yet chilling, each word was like planes flying through the ears of Duan Qing and Yuan Shen, explosively resounding.
Shit!! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novｅlfire.net
Shit!!!” From a distance, Yuan Shen cursed three times in a row, still not satisfied.
The madman Duan Qing, ranked second on the Hidden Dragon List, was… actually defeated by Su Chen?
And, with just one move?
“God, it’s definitely a god descended to earth!” Yuan Shen swallowed his saliva repeatedly, his face flushed with excitement.