Just three words, a mere three words.
Yet, they pierced into Yu Paojing’s immensely proud heart like a series of knives.
Yu Paojing’s retreating figure suddenly came to a halt!!!
In the dead silence of the entire field, Yu Paojing locked eyes with Su Chen, his face pale, his voice cold yet somewhat terrifying as he barked, "You... what sorcery did you use?"
"If you have any other tricks, I suggest you use them quickly," Su Chen said indifferently. He intended to establish his dominance and naturally wanted Yu Paojing to deploy all his techniques and strength.
"You..." Yu Paojing was taken aback, then, fury began to simmer, almost causing him to lose his reason!
Su Chen was humiliating him.
Utterly humiliating him.
"You can get even angrier; that way, your War God Bloodline can be triggered!" Su Chen smiled and said.
Su Chen was deliberately provoking Yu Paojing to activate his War God Bloodline?
On the Great Cang Martial Training Ground, among the sea of onlookers, everyone clenched their teeth.
Su Chen was truly arrogant!
"Brother Su..." Qin Li’s heart was about to jump out of her throat, she had emphasized repeatedly to Su Chen not to provoke Yu Paojing, not to let Yu Paojing activate the War Race Bloodline, yet he...
Su Chen not only didn’t listen, but he was also doing the exact opposite.
Under Su Chen’s indifferent gaze.
Yu Paojing’s rage finally surged to its peak, his eyes turning toward an increasingly dark trend, his skin gleaming with a black Divine Charm.
A strength as tough as Meteorite Iron, shocking and invincible, tore through the air and suppressed everything in all directions.
The War Race Bloodline was rippling.
The War Race Bloodline was awakening.
Around the Martial Battle Platform, it grew even quieter, everyone staring at Yu Paojing intensely, without missing a detail.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Look at Yu Paojing’s fist!"
Countless gazes turned toward Yu Paojing’s fist, to see that the very fist which had just been crushed and blurred by Su Chen’s force, with broken bones, was actually healing visibly to the naked eye.
Moreover, on Yu Paojing’s neck, face, arms, and other skin exposed to the air, veins began to protrude as if dragons were winding around them.
And, those veins were black, pure black.
Black Blood War Tribe’s Bloodline.
Faintly, many Martial Cultivators felt as if they could hear the heartbeat coming from Yu Paojing - powerful, as if a colossal being was striding down from the heavens.
Unbearably oppressive!!!
One could hardly breathe.
Unconsciously, some Martial Cultivators near the Martial Battle Platform stepped back, shrank their heads in terror.
The Black Blood War Tribe’s Bloodline was too horrifying!
"Brother Su, make your move! Hurry, make your move! Interrupt him!" Qin Li suddenly yelled out, her voice full of urgency, as if she wanted to rush onto the platform herself.
"Young boy Su, strike!" Qin Zhengzhong also shouted forcefully, his voice deep and resounding.
Qin Zhengzhong had already felt a sense of danger emanating from Yu Paojing’s aura.
Qin Zhengzhong was a peak martial artist of the Heavenly Fate Realm Third Level.
The fact that he could sense danger was truly terrifying.
Su Chen remained motionless, just standing there, quietly waiting.
That scene, indescribable shock!
This was true arrogance!
To know that your opponent is preparing their ultimate move, yet give them the time to do so.
Moreover, Su Chen was six years younger than Yu Paojing, with six years less of cultivation...
Suddenly, Yu Paojing laughed, a chilling laugh, "Su Chen!!! Good job! You’re really so arrogant! Therefore, I will give you a memory you will never forget!"
Yu Paojing’s Black Blood War Tribe bloodline was fully stimulated...
His voice was somewhat hoarse, with a grimace at the corners of his mouth, tasting cold and cruel.
He clenched his fists, the sound of which made many Martial Cultivators feel dry-mouthed and thirsty.
"Get ready!" Su Chen just smiled.
It was still his fist.
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The strength directly reached Twenty-Five Thousand Dragon’s Force.
When Su Chen made his move, Yu Paojing’s eyes narrowed, muttering, "Do you think you can fathom the Black Blood War Tribe bloodline? It can increase strength: by two times! This young master’s pure physical strength is now Sixteen Thousand Dragon’s Force!"
Yu Paojing clenched his fist tightly, all his strength seething, boiling, and vast.
"Let me crush you!!!!!" Yu Paojing let out a long howl, punching out, his face full of confidence and arrogance, proud of his Black Blood War Tribe bloodline.
Their fists collided once more.
In an instant, the space above the Martial Battle Platform was torn apart into chaotic true void, with terrifying streams of void roaring and swirling around like wild dragons, rolling towards the surroundings.
Wherever it went, it crushed everything and devoured some.
The spectating Martial Cultivators all put up Mysterious Qi Protective Shields, their faces extremely serious and fearful, resisting the force.
But even so, there were still some Martial Cultivators with insufficient strength who were severely injured or even on the brink of death.
For a moment, the Martial Training Ground was in utter chaos.
But, amid the chaos, everyone’s gaze was still fixed on the Martial Battle Platform, straining their eyes to see, waiting for the scene after the chaotic void dispersed.
One breath... Two breaths... Three breaths...
Vaguely, it dispersed.
The Martial Battle Platform was terribly disheveled, unrecognizable from its original form.
But Su Chen, standing there, appeared... impossibly... unscathed.
Unscathed, as if seen by ghosts, perfectly unharmed.
Indescribably tragic.
Not an inch of skin on his body was intact.
The muscles on his arms were completely torn apart.
Black blood permeated his entire body.
He knelt on the ground, gasping for air, with black blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
Struggling to lift his head, he stared at Su Chen, his pure black pupils filled with only shock, endless shock.
He had stimulated the Black Blood War Tribe bloodline!
His strength had reached the vast and mighty sixteen thousand dragons!
And yet... he was still no match for Su Chen? Still crushed outright?
Yu Paojing’s mind was muddled, devoid of any other thoughts.
The scene on the Martial Battle Platform imprinted itself in the eyes of everyone at the Martial Training Ground!
For a moment, all was silent.
A pair of dazed eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets.
Who would have anticipated?
Who would have foreseen Su Chen’s victory? And such an easy victory at that, so that even Yu Paojing, who had activated his War Tribe bloodline, was no match for a single move from Su Chen?
"Impossible!!!!" Wei Wuqiu completely lost her composure, her aged face distorted beyond human form. She breathed violently, filled with fear, jealousy, and disbelief. Her state of mind fluctuated wildly, teetering on the edge of deviation.