Seeing Lin Chen close his eyes at that mont, the disciples of Sihe Martial Arts Academy showed anger on their faces. Lin Chen was too arrogant to face Senior Brother Benshan and still close his eyes.
"Lin Chen is a bit too self-centered."
A disciple from the Pilgrim Martial Arts Academy spoke, but at this mont, Hu Bing’s eyes opened wide, and his gaze was fixed on the two people on the stage.
"Aunt Qin, soon we will have the results of our wager."
Murong Yan smiled when Lin Chen closed his eyes; she had seen the records of Lin Chen’s past battles.
Lin Chen is skilled in battle!
This was her conclusion.
This skill in battle did not an that Lin Chen liked to fight people, but that Lin Chen mastered Martial Path techniques with extre fluency during sparring or combat.
A village boy, without guidance, could quickly discover the opponent’s flaws in battle and co up with counterasures.
It is a kind of talent, a talent many genius martial artists lack.
At this mont, under countless varying gazes, Benshan Lang moved, his figure shot out like a stream of light, and in an instant, he was already in front of Lin Chen.
Lin Chen, still with closed eyes, made no movent.
The faces of the Sihe Martial Arts Academy and Zheng Kingdom martial artists already displayed smiles, waiting for the mont when Senior Brother Benshan’s claw would tear open Lin Chen’s chest. But the expressions of these people suddenly froze in the next mont.
Lin Chen moved, ignoring the stream of light attacking in front of him, suddenly turned around, and struck fiercely with his palm behind him.
Slap!
In the Martial Arts Arena, countless gazes shifted with Lin Chen’s turning and palm strike, landing on the spot where Lin Chen’s hand swung out, where Benshan Lang’s right hand turned his fist into a claw, but Lin Chen’s palm precisely hit Benshan Lang’s arm.
Wow!
An uproar broke out at the scene.
How did Lin Chen know Benshan Lang was behind him?
When Benshan Lang’s figure shot out, everyone thought Benshan Lang’s move was a direct attack; if it was a wrong judgnt, wouldn’t that expose the back to Benshan Lang?
"Lin Chen is so confident; is he not afraid of misjudging?"
In the stands, Kong Qing’s mouth slightly opened; if it were him, he wouldn’t dare to gamble like this. The most prudent approach is to first move away to avoid.
Afraid?
Lin Chen certainly wasn’t afraid; he had already tested Benshan Lang’s killer move, which couldn’t break his defense, so why not gamble?
Even if he lost, he would only suffer so minor injuries on his back; winning ant defeating the enemy in one move.
After he closed his eyes, his perception of the air’s flow beca more acute than with open eyes. Eyes could be deceived, but perception would not be wrong.
However, the most shocked was Benshan Lang; his eyes were filled with disbelief. Even now, Lin Chen hadn’t opened his eyes, yet just at the mont of shock in his heart, Lin Chen’s eyes opened, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Not good!"
As Lin Chen’s eyes opened, Benshan Lang’s complexion changed drastically, and he began to retreat, but it was already too late.
"It’s my turn!"
Lin Chen whispered softly, as soon as the words fell, his figure turned into a shadow, his right palm raised at the mont, there was a sound of wind and thunder.
Feeling this terrifying sound of wind and thunder, a chill rose in Benshan Lang’s heart, but before he could retreat, the right palm carrying the terrifying palm wind had already struck.
This speed was faster than Benshan Lang’s!
The observing Hu Bing’s eyes burst with brilliance, for the first ti losing the previous casual expression, his gaze firmly fixed on Lin Chen and Benshan Lang.
"Shadow Clone!"
Benshan Lang roared loudly; he couldn’t take on this palm. The only way was to dodge.
In a split second, Benshan Lang’s silhouette was like a shadow, pulled into three, one retreating backward and two retreating to the left and right.
"No matter how you struggle, it’s useless!"
Seeing Benshan Lang’s figure splitting into three in front of him, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Lin Chen’s mouth; at such a close distance, if Benshan Lang could escape, then his Wind and Cloud Palm would have been trained in vain.
"Fifth Palm!"
His hands flipped, this move Lin Chen learned from his sparring with ng Xing, adapted from ng Xing’s fist technique.
Palm and Force!
This palm no longer targeted just one person but blocked an entire area.
Once this palm was released, the sky was filled with palm shadows, encompassing all three silhouettes of Benshan Lang.
Bang!
The crisp sound of bones breaking spread across the venue. In the gaze of everyone, within the palm shadows Lin Chen had transford, a silhouette flew out from inside, witnessing this scene, the disciples of Sihe Martial Arts Academy showed relief that Senior Brother Benshan broke out of Lin Chen’s palm shadow encirclent.
But before the relief disappeared from their faces, the flying silhouette spat out blood in mid-air, then, like a kite that lost power, it plumted downward, heavily crashing onto the stage.
Yet this wasn’t the end; the silhouette fell onto the stage and slid backward across the ring, grinding away a visible blood trail on the forrly smooth bluestone surface.
The entire scene was dead silent.
Seeing Benshan Lang lying on the ground, life uncertain, then looking at the proud figure standing there, especially the foreign martial artists, there was a dense caution in their eyes.
Too strong!
"Senior Brother Lin..."
Below the stage, ng Xing’s mouth was slightly open; he believed Senior Brother Lin could defeat Benshan Lang, but he didn’t expect Senior Brother Lin to be so overwhelmingly strong.
No matter whether it’s Tian Qiyu or Benshan Lang, both were defeated in one move.
"I am not as good as him in many ways."
Underneath the mask, Kong Qing uttered softly, and this ti, the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy’s disciples who ca along did not comfort their Senior Brother. The gap was too clear; if they were to offer any comfort, it would be insincere.
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