A gust of wind fell upon the cliff's rocks, naturally dissipating.
This was the feeling that the Regiment Shattering Fist gave off when it landed upon Chen Chang Sheng's shoulder.
Of course, it couldn't really be a gust of wind, therefore, his uniform was in tatters and his body, which had already transformed into a blur, was forced to pause for an instant.
Only an instant.
His left foot stepped upon the ground, his brand new boot unsurprisingly shattered into shreds, cracks once again appeared on the hard ground.
Almost at the same time, numerous Regiment Shattering Fists landed upon his body, his uniform was heavily damaged, fluttering in the air. Several clear fist marks appeared on his body, but they didn't penetrate deep.
From the scene at this moment, it didn't seem like the Regiment Shattering Fists had landed upon his body, instead, it seemed like he had used his body to collide with those strong fist intents.
A howl resounded once again, Chen Chang Sheng once again transformed into a blur, accompanied by deafening sounds of impact, he forcefully broke through the storm formed by dozens of Regiment Shattering Fists, disappearing without a trace.
Only a single shredded boot remained upon the cracked ground, akin to a flower growing from a rock. The remnants of his uniform slowly floated down, akin to cotton floated down from the air.
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The Hall of Zhao Wen could no longer maintain its silence, the sound of chairs being moved could be heard.
Mo Yu stood up, looking at the scene on the mirror, her beautiful eyes were filled with shock.
The principal of Star Seizer Academy was shocked speechless, the Bishop of Temple Seminary beside him couldn't control his emotions and exclaimed out loud.
Xu Shi Ji's expression remained as indifferent as stone, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
The two Bishops that had just arrived at the Hall of Zhao Wen were slightly moved.
Xue Xing Chuan's body once again leaned forwards, staring at the mirror, his expression becoming abnormally serious.
No matter how perfect a Purification was, it couldn't allow a cultivator's body to reach such a level of toughness, not even the demon race.
Why was Chen Chang Sheng's defence so terrifying? Even if he had a miraculous encounter, even if he refined all of the rare herbs within the Hundred Herb Garden into pills and consumed them, he still wouldn't be able to achieve this.
The people within the Hall of Zhao Wen were all experienced and knowledgeable, the two Bishops were the same as Mei Li Sha, members of the Orthodoxy's Six Prefects, but they had never seen such a thing.
Chen Chang Sheng's body was really unimaginably strong, it was completely incomprehensible.
That was why they were shocked.
That's right, Chen Chang Sheng's defense was obviously not perfect, it couldn't possibly withstand the attacks of magic tools or sharp weapons, but this kind of basic ability was really a bit unimaginable.
Xue Xingchuan was thinking a little more, so his expression was even more solemn.
Because he remembered a name that he hadn't heard for a long time.
Zhou Dufu.
For the past thousand years, he was publicly acknowledged as the strongest expert on the continent.
Whether it was that Demon Lord who had sworn to rule over the continent or Emperor Taizong who was as dazzling as the sun, none of them could compare to this person in terms of individual strength.
Even if one were to start from the moment the Heavenly Tomes descended into the world, Zhou Dufu could at least be ranked in the top three.
Many years ago, when Zhou Dufu was still a youth, he was far from being invincible in the world. However, at that time, he was extremely famous on the continent because he had a defense that was even stronger than a perfect Purification.
Everyone knew that it was because when he was an infant, he had once bathed in dragon blood due to some great opportunity.
However, the continent had been peaceful for many years and the dragon race had already disappeared. For hundreds of years, not even a dragon could be seen, so where could Chen Chang Sheng find the blood of a dragon?
Xue Xingchuan didn't continue thinking about it, because that speculation was even more inconceivable than the physical strength that Chen Chang Sheng had displayed. It was also because of the scene on the mirror that once again attracted all of his attention – seeing Chen Chang Sheng pouncing towards Huo Guang like a blur, he understood why Chen Chang Sheng hadn't moved from the very beginning.
No matter how strong his defence was, it was impossible for him to withstand the endless bombardment of the Regiment Shattering Fist. Even if he could withstand it, he would definitely be injured, possibly even gravely. If that happened, even if he defeated Huo Guang, he wouldn't be able to continue winning in the upcoming battles that were bound to be even more difficult.
Therefore, Chen Chang Sheng waited, waited for his opponent to complete the Regiment Shattering Fist's momentum, waited for the storm that covered the entire floor of the tower to shrink to a radius of around a few feet around himself. The Regiment Shattering Fist that had its momentum would definitely be stronger, but he only needed to break through one layer to break through everything. He needed to use the amount of Regiment Shattering Fist he could withstand in a single unit of time, to gain more time, thus, in the entire battle, he would receive fewer punches.
Xue Xingchuan's expression changed once again, thinking to himself, what a confident battle tactic.
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Chen Chang Sheng was the focal point of the Grand Examination, including the two Lords of the Holy Church, many important personages had their eyes on him. Many, for example, Mo Yu, thought that they had grasped all of his methods, or perhaps his trump cards, but in reality, no one knew what he actually possessed, not even His Eminence, not even Luo Luo.
The Regiment Shattering Fist of the scholar from Scholartree Manor, Huo Guang, was indeed terrifying, the timing of its usage was also extremely perfect.
If it was in everyone's impression, even if it was him, who had the highest expectations for his strength, against such a strong and well-prepared opponent, he would still undoubtedly lose. But who could have guessed, his current strength, the miraculous encounters he had experienced, were even more exaggerated than their wildest imaginations.
Even he himself, at this moment, didn't know what he had experienced, he didn't know that he had bathed in dragon's blood, he could only make a few guesses from the changes that had occurred to his body, but he knew that he was very strong.
The current him, had at least four methods to break through the Regiment Shattering Fist that was like a torrential storm.
He chose what seemed to be the most direct, and also the stupidest method.
Because no one would have thought of this method.
Just like the battle between Tang Thirty Six and Liang Ban Hu, he couldn't have guessed, that Gou Han Shi would allow Liang Ban Hu to fight so stupidly, Tang Thirty Six couldn't have guessed, that Liang Ban Hu would actually fight so stupidly.
He could have used Discerning Step to avoid his opponent's Regiment Shattering Fist, yes, even if the Regiment Shattering Fist had already taken form, he could still avoid it, because his mastery of Discerning Step couldn't be considered complete, but it also wasn't the Discerning Step that Luo Luo had used at the Ivy League gathering, it was more profound and unpredictable than what people imagined.
But he didn't use it.
He could have pulled out the short sword at his waist, used the first form of Zhong Shan's Sword of Wind and Rain, Rising Pale Yellow, and directly faced the fist manifestation that filled the sky.
But he didn't.
Because this was only the second round of the Grand Examination, he still hadn't met those truly strong opponents, he couldn't reveal his strongest methods and trump cards.
That scholar from Scholartree Manor, Huo Guang, didn't have the qualifications for him to use those methods.
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In the blink of an eye, the Regiment Shattering Fist was broken, the situation reversed.
Chen Chang Sheng was like a blur, instantly arriving before Huo Guang.
Huo Guang was very shocked, but his level was far above that of the disciple from Huang Shan Valley, adding on to the fact that disciples of Scholartree Manor placed great emphasis on calmness, when faced with this sudden change, he didn't panic in the slightest, instead, he struck out with a fist.
He didn't pull out his sword, because Chen Chang Sheng had arrived too quickly, this fist was the follow-up to the Regiment Shattering Fist he had previously used, it was the most natural, therefore, the fastest.
His fist wasn't aimed at Chen Chang Sheng, but at the ground, the fist manifestation was extremely clear.
Only a light hum could be heard, the yellow sand in front of his feet danced, the fist manifestation serene within.
Borrowing the recoil from the fist manifestation, he quickly retreated, the ochre coloured scholar's robes actually left behind several afterimages, it could be imagined how fast and how resolute he was in retreating.
As he retreated, his right hand reached behind his shoulder, preparing to draw his sword.
He had always been carrying this sword on his back.
That sword was very large, its shape was a little strange, it was actually curved in the middle.
This sword was called Righteous Intent, one of the seven swords that governed disciples of Scholartree Manor, it was extremely sharp and contained a world within, although it couldn't enter the Divine Armament Rankings, it was still an extraordinary item.
He firmly believed that as long as he wielded this sword, no matter how terrifying Chen Chang Sheng's defence was, he would still be no match for him.
He felt slightly regretful, previously, if he had immediately pulled out the Sword of Righteous Intent upon entering the tower and ignored that clergyman's suggestion, he wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.
Before the Sword of Righteous Intent, all ghosts would flee, he only needed one move and he would be able to defeat Chen Chang Sheng.
As he thought of this, his right hand had already grasped onto the sword's hilt, he only needed an extremely short amount of time to be able to draw the sword from its sheath.
The act of drawing the sword was very simple, he had practiced it countless times, the amount of time required was so short that it could be considered as non-existent.
However, time was an eternal existence that couldn't be destroyed.
No matter how short it was, it still required a period of time.
Huo Guang's pupils suddenly contracted.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't give him this period of time.
When Huo Guang was outside the tower, he had received a message from Li Palace's clergyman, knowing that Chen Chang Sheng had displayed an astonishing speed in the first match. Regarding this, he had already mentally prepared himself and had made ample considerations when planning this match, yet, he didn't think that Chen Chang Sheng's so-called astonishing speed, was actually … this astonishing!
Chen Chang Sheng was too fast, fast to the point that just as Huo Guang's hand had landed on the sword's hilt, he had already arrived before him.
The Sword of Righteous Intent was unsheathed by half a foot, Chen Chang Sheng's fist was only half a foot away from his chest.
Huo Guang knew that he wouldn't make it in time, his face suddenly paled, True Essence violently erupted, transforming into a sharp howl, bursting forth from his lips!
At the same time, his right foot lightly stomped down on the ground.
That's right, it wasn't a heavy stomp, but a light stomp.
Even at such a tense moment, his footsteps were still light, as if he was stepping upon a cloud.
Previously, when his fist had struck the ground, the sand that had floated up from the ground before him, looked like a cloud.
His right foot lightly stepped on the cloud formed by the yellow sand.
Very light, very graceful, very mystical.
It was as if he had also transformed into a cloud, floating upwards.
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"What a Vertical Cloud!"
Sounds of praise rang out within the Hall of Zhao Wen.
It was unknown if it was His Eminence from Temple Seminary or someone else, but they had actually started cheering for the students of Scholartree Manor of the South, one could imagine how much pressure Chen Chang Sheng's participation in the Grand Examination and that announcement had brought upon these people. As for the three teacher representatives from the Southern sects, they had even more satisfied expressions, stroking their beards without saying a word.
Huo Guang's performance was indeed worthy of praise. A young cultivator that had yet to achieve Ethereal Opening, was actually able to display Scholartree Manor's Vertical Cloud movement technique to such perfection, in such a tense moment, he was still able to display an air of serenity and serenity, it had to be said, Scholartree Manor's training of their disciples was indeed very impressive.
More importantly, this movement technique, Vertical Cloud, could bring about a great turning point in this battle.
Chen Chang Sheng was very fast, therefore he couldn't stop; his fist was very strong, therefore it couldn't bend.
For something that was moving in a straight line, to suddenly change direction, the faster the speed, the greater the amount of strength required, or an extremely high level True Essence manipulation technique.
That type of technique was very rare, within the various sects and academies of the continent, there weren't more than three.
Within the Capital, there weren't any academies that possessed this type of technique, White Emperor City also didn't possess this type of technique.
Even if Chen Chang Sheng wanted to learn it, he wouldn't know where to learn it.
Therefore, his fist could only strike empty air.
Huo Guang, on the other hand, had already soared through the clouds.
The two were about to reach a stalemate, with Huo Guang wielding the Sword of Righteous Will.
The outcome of this match, could perhaps, be changed from this point onwards.
Yet, in the next moment, the hands of the teacher representatives from the Southern sects suddenly stiffened.
One of the elders had even pulled out a few strands of his white beard.
Within the Hall of Zhao Wen, cries of shock erupted.
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