The fist manifestation of the Regiment Shattering Fist travelled through the air, condensing and not dissipating, only upon coming into contact with the opponent or some other obstacle would it release its power, allowing it to perfectly retain its initial power, its defence-breaking ability was extremely terrifying, even a cultivator that had completed a perfect Purification couldn't use their body to take it head on, they had to think of a way to avoid it, or use an even stronger True Essence to forcefully suppress it.
This fist technique also had another characteristic, the fist was like the wind, the wind condensing into a fist, from start to finish, it was like a tempest, enveloping all directions, a single fist could defeat tens of people, perhaps even more. It was most suitable for use on the battlefield, at its peak, there was a legend that a single fist could defeat an army of a thousand, therefore, it was called the Regiment Shattering Fist.
In the first match, Chen Chang Sheng displayed an unimaginable speed, but the Regiment Shattering Fist didn't give him any room to display his speed, anyone could see that his True Essence was very ordinary, compared to the geniuses participating in the examination, it was even more pitiful, if he didn't have any other tricks up his sleeve, he would undoubtedly lose.
The Hall of Zhao Wen was very quiet. Everyone looked at the scene on the mirror, seeing those tens of fists glowing with a green light, hurtling towards Chen Chang Sheng from all directions, they all had different expressions.
Beside His Eminence, Archbishop of the Education Board, Mei Li Sha, two chairs had appeared, upon them sat two Archbishops that appeared to be rather young, however, from their clothing, it could be seen that they were important figures on the same level as Mei Li Sha, it was unknown which of the Orthodoxy's Holy Palaces they were in charge of.
For some unknown reason, these two Archbishops of the Holy Church had arrived at the Hall of Zhao Wen very late, giving off the feeling that they had specifically come to watch Chen Chang Sheng's match.
Everyone within the Hall of Zhao Wen had different expressions, but the two Archbishops were very calm, calm and collected.
This was because they were well aware of the level of cultivation of the scholar from Scholartree Manor, Huo Guang, or more accurately, Huo Guang was the opponent that they had purposely chosen for Chen Chang Sheng.
The drawing of lots for the Grand Examination had been secretly arranged by them; the abilities and details of Chen Chang Sheng's performance in the first match had already been privately leaked to Scholartree Manor through some of their subordinate clergy members; this was the reason why Huo Guang had immediately used the Regiment Shattering Fist, a technique that consumed a large amount of True Essence, in order to not give Chen Chang Sheng any chance.
All of this was to ensure one thing, Chen Chang Sheng would definitely lose.
Mo Yu looked at Chen Chang Sheng who had already been pushed to the edge of the cliff, her thin eyebrows slightly furrowed, her hands holding onto the chair's armrests tighter.
Prince Chen Liu glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, his suspicions growing deeper and deeper. He couldn't understand why, as the representative of the faction that wanted to suppress the Tradition Academy, she would be so nervous and concerned about the situation when Chen Chang Sheng was about to fail. Was she worried about Chen Chang Sheng? It didn't make any sense.
In the next moment, he suddenly thought of something and thought that he had guessed Mo Yu's thoughts.
During the Ivy Festival, when Princess Luo Luo was fighting against Guan Fei Bai, she had used a simplified version of the Yeshi Step. At that time, Gou Hanshi had recognized it and shocked everyone. Why did Chen Chang Sheng know the demon race's top secret Yeshi Step? This had always been an unsolved mystery. Although the footwork that Princess Luo Luo had used during the Ivy Festival wasn't the complete Yeshi Step, in battles at the level of the Ivy Festival and the Grand Examination, that simplified or perhaps modified version of the Yeshi Step would be able to play a very important role. For example, when facing against the storm-like Regiment Shattering Fist …
Mo Yu must have recalled the scene from the Ivy Festival. She wasn't worried that Chen Chang Sheng would fail and get injured, but was worried that Chen Chang Sheng would use that simplified version of the Yeshi Step and directly escape the range of the Regiment Shattering Fist, bringing an unexpected change to the match. That was what Prince Chen Liu thought.
If he could think of Chen Chang Sheng's simplified version of the Yeshi Step, then the others in the Hall of Zhao Wen would naturally be able to think of it as well. Xu Shi Ji's expression was a little cold, Xue Xing Chuan's body had once again returned to his seat and the arena became a little silent. Everyone was clear that Chen Chang Sheng wouldn't immediately lose, this match should continue for a while.
The two Archbishops of the Holy Church remained expressionless, as representatives of the Orthodoxy's new faction, they knew a little more. Since they wanted to suppress Orthodox Academy, since they wanted to use Scholartree Manor to directly eliminate Chen Chang Sheng in the second round, how could they have missed out on this information?
All the methods that Chen Chang Sheng could use, his opponent already knew beforehand.
Or perhaps, Huo Guang was currently waiting for Chen Chang Sheng to use that simplified version of the Yeshi Step and break out of the storm formed by the Regiment Shattering Fist.
Huo Guang definitely had an even stronger method hidden, waiting for the moment that Chen Chang Sheng came out.
… …
… …
In the next moment, a series of surprised gasps could be heard within the Hall of Zhao Wen.
The two Archbishops of the Holy Church frowned slightly, looking at the scene within the mirror, they were a little surprised and confused.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't use that simplified version of the Yeshi Step, he didn't attempt to break out of the encirclement of the Regiment Shattering Fist.
To be more accurate, he didn't do anything, his two feet were firmly planted upon the sandy ground, as if they were nailed to the spot, not moving an inch.
Separated by those tens of terrifying True Essence fist manifestations, he looked at Huo Guang, who was opposite him, in silence.
Time quickly passed, he didn't have to wait for long, the personages within the Hall of Zhao Wen and the Li Palace clergy that were silently spectating from the second floor didn't have to watch for long, the Regiment Shattering Fist with its terrifying might had finally arrived before him, akin to a real storm, filling every corner of the space around him.
A lot of people who saw this scene, whether it was Xu Shi Ji or Mo Yu, or the clergy on the second floor of the tower who had their hearts set on Orthodox Academy, were all extremely confused, not knowing what he was trying to do. This was a duel in the Grand Examination, there was no danger to his life, logically speaking, there shouldn't be a scene of him giving up without putting up a fight, even if he admitted that he was no match, why would he stand in the same spot and endure the torrential assault of the Regiment Shattering Fist?
Confusion and doubt, were the emotions of the majority of the spectators, some were even feeling slightly disappointed, such as Prince Chen Liu and Mo Yu.
At this point, Chen Chang Sheng had already lost.
Huo Guang's Regiment Shattering Fist had already taken form, forming a faint green line of wind and rain around Chen Chang Sheng's body, within it was an innumerable amount of wind and rain, filled with a terrifying fist manifestation.
Even if Chen Chang Sheng were to display the simplified version of Discerning Steps, he still wouldn't be able to break through the line of wind and rain formed by the Regiment Shattering Fist.
Unless he was able to display the true, complete version of Discerning Steps.
But that was impossible.
Spring had come to the Capital, becoming Orthodox Academy's first student in over a decade, bringing forth countless storms, becoming first upon the First Banner in the Grand Examination, would all of this end at this moment?
In the next moment, Chen Chang Sheng moved.
When everyone thought he would move, he quietly stood in his original spot, not moving an inch.
Just when everyone thought that he wouldn't be able to move again, he suddenly moved.
He didn't use Discerning Steps, instead, he directly charged towards the storm formed by the Regiment Shattering Fist.
His movements seemed a little stiff and felt a little clumsy, but they were firm.
Low cries erupted from the second floor of the Tower of Purging Dust, some of the observing Li Palace clergy were shocked, others were worried.
At this moment, in the air surrounding his body, there were at least tens of fist manifestations, revolving like a hurricane, at the very front of every fist manifestation, was a fist that glowed with a green light.
Those fists weren't tangible existences, it could be said that they were fake.
But the terrifying power contained within those fists couldn't be any more real.
The storm formed by the Regiment Shattering Fists was very dense, as if there wasn't a single gap between them, unless the complete version of Discerning Steps borrowed the natural momentum to leap forward, any other footwork or movement skill, no matter how exquisite, would come into contact with those fists, triggering the terrifying power contained within those fists. What's more, he wasn't using any footwork skills, he was simply charging forward.
With a light "pa" sound, the new boot on his right foot shattered like snowflakes.
The yellow sand suddenly scattered, revealing the stone floor beneath, spiderweb-like cracks once again appeared.
His body collided with the air, bringing with it a shrill howl, his body turned into a blur, the Black Dragon reappeared.
After an extremely short period of time, the blur slightly paused.
That was because a strong fist manifestation had struck his right shoulder.
The dark-coloured academy uniform was akin to a blossoming flower, with a hissing sound, the fabric scattered with the wind. The fist manifestation entered his body, the skin on his shoulder suddenly turned red, as if it was about to split open.
At this moment, he had only taken two steps forward.
It seemed as if he was about to stop.
Then, he was struck to the ground by the torrential storm of Regiment Shattering Fists.
The second floor suddenly became silent.
A light laugh rang out from within the Hall of Zhao Wen, carrying with it a faint sense of mockery.
Mo Yu didn't laugh, she looked at the scene on the mirror, her emotions somewhat complex.
It was as if she could see the next moment, Chen Chang Sheng's right shoulder's flesh split open, his bones broken and blood flowing, then he would be struck by even more Regiment Shattering Fists, spitting out blood and collapsing, thus losing and being eliminated from the Grand Examination.
She could even see the lonely back of this youth leaving Orthodox Academy much later on.
In that room within the small building, the bedding was cold, no matter how much calming incense was placed, it wouldn't have the same smell as before.
She remembered the words that Her Majesty had said to her, suddenly feeling a little regretful, a little sad.
A lot of people had the same thoughts as Mo Yu.
That's right, Chen Chang Sheng had displayed an astonishing defensive ability in the first match.
But, Regiment Shattering Fists were Regiment Shattering Fists, even a perfect Purification couldn't block it head on.
Prince Chen Liu was silent, he was slightly angry at Chen Chang Sheng for not drawing his sword at the start.
Xu Shi Ji remained expressionless, his current status was a little awkward, seeing Chen Chang Sheng suffer a crushing defeat, it wasn't suitable for him to reveal any emotions.
Everyone had thought that Chen Chang Sheng would be heavily injured by the Regiment Shattering Fists.
Yet, in the next moment, a miraculous scene appeared within the tower.
The Regiment Shattering Fist landed on Chen Chang Sheng's right shoulder, his uniform instantly shredded, the colour of blood faintly appearing.
Yet, it only faintly appeared, before quickly returning to normal.
A faint muffled sound rang out from his shoulder.
That Regiment Shattering Fist … dissipated like smoke, dispersed with the wind!
Such a terrifying fist, yet it didn't cause him to bleed!
How was this a falling stone that could break through the air, shatter the earth and startle the birds in the forest?
This was a cool breeze caressing a hill!
This Regiment Shattering Fist, was just scratching an itch for Chen Chang Sheng!
Huo Guang's expression drastically changed.
The second floor of the tower was filled with cries of shock.
The Hall of Zhao Wen was silent.
At this moment, Chen Chang Sheng's left foot landed on the ground.
He continued forward, heading towards Huo Guang.
His movements still looked clumsy.
Yet … so terrifying.
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