Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 637 - 189 Nan Batian: Chen 94, You TM Green Me! (See

Chen Jiusi indeed has what it takes, so young yet so powerful, he definitely has potential.

As for Nan Batian, although he seems strong, Zhao Ya doesn’t think highly of him because the old guy is already fifty years old and past his pri for practicing martial arts. Even if he survives this crisis, his future achievents will be limited, not worth fearing at all.

But Chen Jiusi is an exception, young and powerful, and most importantly, he also has the capability to govern.

Zhao Ya is increasingly thinking of bringing him under her command. Daqian is in dire need of such talent.

Thinking of this, Ah San comnted from one side, "This lad’s cultivation technique isn’t bad. If his realm weren’t a bit lacking, he might be able to contend with ."

Ah Da said, "Don’t ss around, the Commandery Princess has said that we’re not to touch him."

Ah San replied, "I know, I know, big brother, why do you always think I’m going to cause trouble?"

Ah Er interjected, "Because you’re stupid!"

Hearing this, Ah Da glared at Ah Er with a dark face because he had a catchphrase, especially when addressing Ah San, he would often say: "You’re stupid!"

Watching the arena, the fight had reached an intense stage: both fighters had exchanged over thirty moves and had consud a significant amount of their True Qi.

At this point, Nan Batian, seeing that he could not overco Chen Jiusi after a long battle, especially as Chen Jiusi’s attacks grew fiercer, began to think of retreating. If the fight continued, he was likely not to have the upper hand.

Therefore, he could not delay any longer, he needed a swift resolution.

Thinking this, Nan Batian suddenly pushed his hands down and rapidly circulated his Mystic Ice Power; ice flowers began to form in the air around him. Chen Jie knew that Nan Batian was preparing for a full-power strike.

Chen Jie’s brows furrowed deeply, he took a deep breath and then raised his hands, instantly triggering a sound of dragon’s roar.

Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms, the fourth palm—Dragon Fighting in the Wilderness!

With full power, Chen Jie executed the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms on the outside, while internally his ridians flowed with Yang Chun Skill.

Indeed, during the battle, Chen Jie had been adjusting the Yang Chun Skill. Though not very powerful, the skill’s most extraordinary aspect was its compatibility.

Even with an overbearing martial arts like Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms, the Yang Chun Skill was still compatible.

Utilizing both internally and externally—this was the secret why Chen Jie was not at a disadvantage even under Nan Batian’s Blast Technique. If he had only used the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms, Chen Jie might have been on the losing side.

When Nan Batian prepared his final move, Chen Jie didn’t hesitate; this palm strike had to withstand; he couldn’t afford to lose ground.

Having held on until now, he had given everyone the impression that Chen Jiusi was not inferior to Nan Batian in strength, which was very important. Chen Jie needed to establish this persona to build prestige.

If this palm strike got repelled by Nan Batian, then his prestige would weaken, giving people the impression that he was inferior to Nan Batian—sothing Chen Jie did not want.

Thus, this palm strike had to withstand, even if it seed impossible.

Thinking this, Chen Jie mobilized all of his Gang Qi in his body, combined with the recovery abilities of Yang Chun Skill, and executed the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms against Nan Batian.

A..

Powerful martial arts could cause unusual phenona between heaven and earth, and the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms could indeed produce the sound of dragons roaring.

Amidst the dragons’ roar, Chen Jie delivered his palm strike.

"Dragon Fighting in the Wilderness!"

"Mystic Ice Heaven Seal!"

Nan Batian almost simultaneously unleashed his strongest palm strike, then the two violently collided.

At that mont, a loud boom was heard.

Everyone around could distinctly feel a powerful shock wave sweep through.

In the next second, with another loud boom, both were repelled, retreating backward.

Tat tat tat...

Nan Batian retreated a full five steps before he barely managed to stop, with blood already trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Jie also felt blood surge to his chest, unable to contain it, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

In that palm exchange, both had sustained almost unbearable internal injuries. Chen Jie chose to spit it out, which although reduced his strength montarily, would not leave any lingering damage.

But Nan Batian couldn’t—amidst the battle, he had forcibly reversed the blood flow within him after sustaining the internal injury.

He suppressed that mouthful of blood, though a small amount did trickle from the corner of his mouth.

However, the price he paid to suppress that mouthful of blood was significant. This internal injury might be irreversible and would likely leave a permanent scar on his martial path in the future.

But he had no choice.

If he spit out the blood, his combat power would drop too much, leaving him vulnerable to attacks from Elder Liu or Mu Ge.

Therefore, he forcibly held in the blood.

"Cough cough..."

Chen Jie coughed, then reached into his sleeve for dicine pills to stabilize his condition.

But touching it, he suddenly discovered his sleeve had turned into tatters during the ferocious exchange.

The elixirs and other small items he carried had scattered on the ground.

He first checked his chest; the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was still there, which was a relief.

The most vital thing he could not expose was the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle. Other items such as secret martial arts manuals and elixir recipes were all stored safely in White Tiger Hall’s secret chamber, so they were not a concern if dropped.

But just as Chen Jie thought that he hadn’t lost any valuable items—

Suddenly, his eyes caught sothing, and Nan Batian’s face also changed as they almost simultaneously noticed a blood-stained Jade Ring fallen on the ground.

Indeed, that was the amulet Huang Wan’er had given Chen Jie a few days ago, also a heirloom that Huang Wan’er always wore on her chest, never taking it off even in intimate monts.

At that mont, staring at the Jade Ring, many images flashed across Nan Batian’s mind, and he understood many things.