Chapter 978: Chapter 988: Defying the Heavens! (Part 2)
Faced with the Martial Supre, Tang Zhong stood his ground.
This left many stunned, but in the next mont, they all sneered. If courage alone could solve everything in this world, then what was the point of practicing Martial Arts?
The Martial Supre is the Supre.
If ancient emperors were called the “Nine-Five Supre,” then the Martial Supre is the Peak.
Many turned their gazes toward Tang Zhong, filled with mockery.
“Do you really think being a so-called peerless genius gives you the right to act however you please?”
“A genius who doesn’t know restraint isn’t a genius—it’s a fool!”
In an instant, the criticisms toward Tang Zhong surged like a tide.
Because the Supre is the epito of authority, and it has always been this way since ancient tis!
Whenever a Supre erged, their lifespan would be extended dramatically. From that mont on, the Yan Family’s influence would undoubtedly rise along with it. The Supre Realm could cleave mountains, split earth, and reverse suns and moons.
Changing dynasties wasn’t out of the question!
After all, determining whether nuclear weapons were stronger or the Martial Supre was stronger? That wasn’t sothing anyone could say easily.
At this mont, Yan Chihuo had already undergone a complete transformation. All the wounds covering his body had healed entirely, and the once-aged body had now fully shed its forr shell, transforming into a man in the pri of life.
To step into the Supre Realm is to transcend the limits of longevity, granting oneself an extended lifespan.
Hearing Tang Zhong’s words, Yan Chihuo sneered, “Tang Zhong, I must admit, you’ve truly made respect you. Even at this juncture, you can still utter such words. Do you realize that I could penetrate your body this very mont and end your life? Perfect timing to test out this Supre body of mine!”
As soon as the words fell, his aura surged explosively. A burst of golden light ignited, and his entire body transford into sothing resembling a golden deity. Then, with a swipe of his finger, he pointed directly at Tang Zhong.
The mont his finger extended, it aid straight for Tang Zhong.
Where his finger passed, the ground below upheaved as if swept by a storm, the soil surging and spiraling toward Yan Chihuo’s fingertip.
The finger swelled monstrously thick, transforming into a sharp blade, aiming straight at Tang Zhong like a piercing sword.
“A person with an evil heart, no matter how they achieve Supre status, is ultimately useless!” Tang Zhong roared.
His face remained firm with determination. Simultaneously, he swung down the Tang Sword in his hands, cleaving toward the incoming pointing finger.
The Tang Sword emanated flashes of Thunder Blade’s lightning.
With a resonating boom, the two forces collided fiercely.
Under the crushing impact, it was Tang Zhong who was blown backward, forced several ters away.
“Haha! Tell , do you still think it’s all useless?” Yan Chihuo laughed madly.
It seed as though the heavens and earth bent to his will.
The surrounding onlookers witnessed this and couldn’t help but acknowledge the extraordinary power of Supre Force. After all, it had just been Yan Chihuo who was sent flying in an earlier exchange, but now it was Tang Zhong. Moreover, it was clear Yan Chihuo hadn’t even used his full strength!
This ti, Tang Zhong’s defeat appeared certain.
“It’s useless!” Tang Zhong repeated stubbornly.
“You really don’t shed tears until you see the coffin, do you?” Yan Chihuo bellowed.
Having just stepped into the Supre Realm, Yan Chihuo had not yet fully grasped the abilities granted by a Martial Supre’s state, but his power had already grown far beyond the ordinary.
Yan Chihuo leaped into the air, standing high above.
The Martial Supre stood like a Celestial Being above all.
The body had transcended earthly gravity!
He could leap impossibly high.
The crowd involuntarily raised their heads, staring at Yan Chihuo as if gazing at a towering mountain.
“Now, let show you just what I’m capable of!” Yan Chihuo sneered coldly, his expression turning icy as he extended his palm.
In that instant, the winds surged across Northern Mountain.
Maple leaves rustled on the trees, rising into motion—both on the branches and those scattered across the ground—all lifted into the air.
Then, they began to gather toward Yan Chihuo.
The sight left the audience gasping in astonishnt.
“A Martial Supre can manipulate objects with Blood Force? I hadn’t believed it until now!” an observant spectator murmured.
Those maple leaves were drawn to Yan Chihuo through Blood Force, now circling around him.
He exuded an undeniable aura of dominion.
The swirling leaves gathered and coalesced, forming an enormous, spectral hand.
The hand hovered in the sky. As Yan Chihuo shouted, “Fall!”
The colossal hand of leaves descended from the heavens.
Though constructed of delicate leaves, it emitted an oppressive aura akin to a colossal mountain, inspiring sheer dread.
The surrounding bystanders saw the massive hand plumting toward them; chaos broke loose as they scrambled for safety.
To be caught beneath that hand would an certain death.
“Retreat!” Kunlun Master and Zhang Changgong shouted, retreating swiftly.
The bodyguards surrounding the first leader—also Martial Artists—imdiately shielded their charge and escorted him away, given his greater prominence.
The gathered Martial Arts experts all chose to retreat.
Watchers didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire; that would be disastrous.
The crowd rapidly dispersed to the edges of Northern Mountain.
At the scene’s center, only Tang Zhong remained, his expression unchanged as he faced the gigantic descending palm.
Yan Chihuo grew even more frenzied, “I’d love nothing more than to see you trembling in fear! Co on, kneel! Show that despair!”
The word “kneel” roared from his lips.
The massive hand, ford of gathered maple leaves, descended rapidly.
It blotted out the sky and shrouded the earth, cloaking the world below in shadow.
As Yan Chihuo unleashed the power of the Martial Supre, the full force of his ascension burst forth.
Having attained Supre status, he intended to teach this man a true lesson.
Yet, Tang Zhong remained composed, clutching his blade tightly, thrusting it forward resolutely.
Fiery flashes flared from the blade.
No matter the odds, this ti he had to win.
For the sake of General Peng, he had to win.
Tang Zhong gritted his teeth, bearing down with all his will.
“Ahhh!”
“Foolishness!” Yan Chihuo sneered.
The blade clashed against the falling leaf-hand with a deafening roar.
Amid the overpowering force, Tang Zhong gritted his teeth, refusing to yield.
But it was clear his strength was waning.
“Damn it!” Tang Zhong growled through clenched teeth.
His trembling arms lowered the Tang Sword despite his iron resolve.
The hand’s overwhelming power was evident.
The surrounding air twisted and churned under its weight.
“This is bad! He’s losing!” Zhang Changgong and the others exclaid grimly.
Their faces turned ashen with dread.
The first leader, realizing the dire situation, prepared to call in nuclear weapons. Tang Zhong couldn’t be allowed to die at Yan Chihuo’s hands.
anwhile, Yan Chihuo’s supporters burst into laughter.
Yan Chihuo himself grinned coldly at the desperate scene. “Do you see now? The Martial Supre is absolute. Why else would it bear the na Supre? No one can defy the heavens. You are no exception. Before a true power, kneeling is your only choice!”
At that mont, Yan Chihuo unleashed his palm again.
This ti, the force was even greater, even more devastating.
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