No one would have thought that Yang Chen would challenge Sun Haijing at this time. Almost all the people who heard Yang Chen's words widened their eyes and opened their mouths.
A mortal challenging a cultivator at the third level of Qi Practitioner. If he was not crazy, then he was a fool. Yang Chen looked very normal. He was neither crazy nor stupid. No one expected him to do such a thing.
On the other hand, Chu Heng and Du Qian nodded inwardly at Yang Chen's challenge at this time. It seemed that Yang Chen was doing something impossible, but at this time, he had the greatest chance of winning. If this was in the future, and Sun Haijing continued to improve while Yang Chen could not cultivate and could only stay where he was, then the chances of winning would become smaller and smaller.
But nodding was one thing. Chu Heng still looked down on Yang Chen's overestimating himself. Seeing Sun Haijing look over, Chu Heng nodded slightly and did not say anything.
Since Sun Haijing had received the order, he naturally no longer had any scruples. In any case, it was Yang Chen's challenge. His master had said very clearly that Yang Chen had personally asked. If he did not break Yang Chen's tendons and bones, then it would be a waste of his master's appearance.
Stretching his arms and legs in an exaggerated manner, Sun Haijing even deliberately cracked his neck. In any case, at his level, controlling the joints of his body was a simple matter. But this action brought with it a sense of cruelty. At the very least, there were already a few outer sect disciples at the side who slightly turned their heads away, not wanting to watch.
Leisurely walking to one side of the open space, Sun Haijing took out a Fifteen Ton Seal from his Cosmos Sack and beckoned at Yang Chen with his other hand, indicating for him to come forward. Against a mortal, Sun Haijing had two hundred percent confidence. With just one Fifteen Ton Seal, he would be able to make it difficult for Yang Chen to move, and then he would be at his mercy. In this kind of situation, if he had to use more magic power, then it would be too embarrassing. Sun Haijing could afford to lose face, but Chu Heng probably could not.
Yang Chen stepped forward and slowly walked in front of Sun Haijing. He had already thought of how to deal with Sun Haijing. In his previous life, the Bright Moon Hall had always been competing with the Scorching Sun Hall. In the end, it was the people from the Bright Moon Hall who betrayed his master to the Taitianmen, causing his master to commit suicide out of hatred. In this life, it was the people from the Bright Moon Hall who had colluded with the Taitianmen to scheme against him. He would not let Sun Haijing off so easily.
"Senior Brother, be careful, I'm going to make my move!" Before he made his move, Yang Chen even gave a polite greeting.
On the opposite side, Sun Haijing laughed out loud and gestured contemptuously, "Junior Martial Brother Yang Chen, bring it on!" He had already changed the way he addressed Yang Chen to Junior Martial Brother Yang, as if he already had Yang Chen in his grasp.
Yang Chen's expression turned solemn, and a chilling aura erupted from Yang Chen's body. The expressions of the surrounding people all changed, and the air seemed to be a little chilly.
"How many people did he have to kill to accumulate such a murderous aura?" Chu Heng did not care about the murderous aura erupting from Yang Chen's body at all. He snorted coldly, as if to remind Du Qian who was next to him what kind of person Yang Chen was.
The surrounding people only felt a strong wave of murderous aura and felt a little chilly, but Sun Haijing, who bore the brunt of it, did not feel the same way.
In Sun Haijing's eyes, it was as if Yang Chen had suddenly transformed into a sea of blood hell, engulfing Sun Haijing in a whoosh. The monstrous murderous aura seemed to invade Sun Haijing's consciousness, causing him to tremble in fear and collapse. He could not feel anything else.
The hand holding the Fifteen Ton Talisman involuntarily threw it out, but it did not hit its target at all. Vaguely, Yang Chen leaned slightly to the side and easily dodged it. Afterwards, he rushed forward and fiercely punched Sun Haijing in the face, who was standing there motionless.
Bang, the punch, which had been accumulating power for a long time, solidly hit Sun Haijing's nose. Even if Sun Haijing's cultivation was deep, in a situation where he did not use his magic power, his body could not withstand such a punch. Blood immediately flowed from his nose, and everything in front of him turned black.
Not waiting for Sun Haijing to react from the pain, Yang Chen's other hand had already grabbed Sun Haijing's hand that was manipulating the Fifteen Ton Talisman. With the speed of his body, he pulled it back, and then his shoulder leaned on the position of Sun Haijing's elbow. Holding Sun Haijing's elbow and bending his joints, Yang Chen leaned hard.
Crack, a bone-chilling sound rang out, and Sun Haijing's hand fell limply to his side, no longer able to move. Sun Haijing could only let out a blood-curdling scream, and the intense pain almost made him faint.
Yang Chen did not give way. His body swayed, and he was already at Sun Haijing's other side. This time, his target was Sun Haijing's other hand. But Yang Chen first hooked his foot, and with a pull from above, Sun Haijing fell to the ground involuntarily. When he fell, Sun Haijing instinctively used his free hand to prop himself up, and immediately caused a burst of pig-like howling.
And Yang Chen had already pounced on Sun Haijing's body, pressing down tightly. His knee pressed against Sun Haijing's shoulder, and he pulled Sun Haijing's other hand. With a forceful turn, Sun Haijing's arm was strangely twisted behind his back. To bystanders, it looked like there was an extra crooked bone out of thin air.
Both his hands were twisted and broken by Yang Chen, but Sun Haijing was still screaming. Yang Chen did not stop, and ferociously punched Sun Haijing's temples in succession. Bam, bam, bam, bam. The sounds continued without end, and Sun Haijing's voice grew softer and softer.
Chu Heng was greatly alarmed. Just as he was about to intervene, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him. It was the smiling Du Qian. "Junior Chu, this is a one-on-one battle. Bystanders cannot interfere."
"But my disciple is already injured!" Chu Heng could not help but shout in panic. The surrounding disciples were all shocked.
"If he's injured, it's because he's not skilled enough. Don't blame bystanders! And it's inevitable that his tendons and bones will be broken. Junior Chu, you said it yourself. " Du Qian still had a smiling expression on his face, but his hand stopped Chu Heng, making it impossible for him to intervene. As he spoke, he used his divine sense to observe the situation, and said confidently, "Don't worry, Junior Chu. I guarantee your disciple's life will not be in danger."
As he spoke, Yang Chen had already stopped. Sun Haijing's face was covered in blood, and he was already unconscious. Of his two arms, one had been bent at the elbow, and the other had been broken at the base of his upper arm. His temples were a mess, and there were even some broken bones. He was still alive, and had not died.
Calmly standing up, Yang Chen faced Chu Heng, who was gnashing his teeth in anger. With a slight smile, he saluted and said, "Master Chu, this disciple is untalented. I have already challenged and defeated Senior Sun. I wonder if Master Chu's previous words still count?"
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