Capítulo 992: Chapter 1003: Threshold
At this mont, Wang Yan was already drenched in blood, leaving bloody footprints with every step he took.
Yet, Wang Yan’s strides were remarkably firm, his eyes filled with a wise serenity.
Seeing Wang Yan really head towards the Chaos Bell left everyone utterly stunned.
If Wang Yan struck the Chaos Bell again, it would be the 14th chi.
The 14th chi would bring with it a 2304-fold rebound force.
Such imnse force, once applied to Wang Yan, could instantly turn him into a pulp.
Zhao Hanli rejoiced inwardly, “You’re seeking your own death, hahaha, serves you right.”
Fang Jinchun couldn’t help but frown, “What is he trying to do? Does he intend to use so evasive thod? If so, he’s definitely going to die.”
He Wanrui worriedly said, “How could he? He won’t be reckless, will he? This way he’ll die.”
Right now, tens of thousands of people had gathered both on the mountain and at its base, yet none believed Wang Yan could ring the 14th sound of the Chaos Bell.
Everyone else believed that if Wang Yan did strike the Chaos Bell, he would surely die.
Just then, Wang Yan slowly approached the Chaos Bell, lifting his right fist, appearing as if he really intended to strike it.
Zhao Hanli snorted coldly, saying, “He doesn’t even have the strength to walk, yet he dares to dream of ringing the Chaos Bell; I see that his death is near.”
Fang Jinchun frowned deeply, thinking, “What’s going on? Does he intend to commit suicide?”
While everyone was bewildered and anxious, they saw Wang Yan’s right fist finally fall upon the Chaos Bell.
With a “buzz,” the Chaos Bell rang out.
However, at this mont, everyone paid no attention to the bell’s chi but fixed their eyes on Wang Yan, eager to see how he would evade the rebound force of the Chaos Bell.
Yet, everyone was imdiately aghast.
Because they saw that Wang Yan didn’t evade at all; he stood right in front of the Chaos Bell, motionless, allowing the rebound force of the Chaos Bell to co crashing onto himself.
Fang Jinchun’s face turned drastically, thinking: Why? Why would he want to end his life?
Even Zhao Hanli, who wanted Wang Yan dead, frowned and looked puzzled.
Only Fang Hong, Zhao Liangdong, and the eight Elders at the mountain’s peak suddenly turned pale, with the sa word echoing in their minds: “Monster!”
Because they rembered that thirty years ago, soone had also used this thod to ring the Chaos Bell. That person’s na is now the second na, covered up there.
At that mont, Wang Yan stood in front of the Chaos Bell, letting the rebound force hit him, yet Wang Yan wasn’t pushed back, didn’t spit blood, or fall down; he wasn’t smashed to pieces.
Instead, he stood there steadily, as immovable as a mountain.
Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes, staring blankly at Wang Yan.
Fang Jinchun hurriedly stepped forward, nearly tumbling down the hillside.
“What is going on?”
Everyone exclaid.
anwhile, a small smile appeared on Wang Yan’s face, thinking: It seems I was right. As for the rebound force of the Chaos Bell, I neither avoided nor resisted it; instead, I opened myself up, allowing the force to flow into . I perceived the rebound force as part of my own body. I am the rebound force, and it is . How can I hurt myself, then?
Having understood this, Wang Yan couldn’t help but laugh heartily into the sky.
He raised his fist and lightly struck the Chaos Bell, punch after punch.
The sound of the Chaos Bell continued to resonate.
15 chis!
16 chis!
17 chis! 18 chis! 19 chis!
Five consecutive chis of the Chaos Bell echoed in the sky, rging into one indistinguishable sound.
And the Chaos Chart emitted five beams of light, each beam appearing before the previous one had disappeared, rging together, dazzling and vivid, almost blindingly so.
Although the people of the Mozi Academy knew the Chaos Bell would ring and the Chaos Chart would light up, they had never seen so many chis blend together, nor witnessed so many beams of light converge.
This was akin to a phenonon from heaven and earth, leaving everyone in a daze.
After a mont, the light on the Chaos Chart faded, and Wang Yan’s na stood prominently in third place.
After Wu Ancestor Li and Naless, Wang Yan, 19 chis.
Imdiately, Fang Jinchun at the hillside was stunned, shaking his head and saying, “Impossible, even if he is strong, he can’t be this powerful. Back then at the Fang Family, I heavily injured him.”
Muttering a few words, Fang Jinchun turned around and left.
Fang Jinqiu hurriedly asked, “Brother, where are you going?”
Just as the question was posed, Fang Jinchun had already appeared a mile away, his cold voice faintly reaching back: “Cultivation!”
On the mountain peak, seeing Fang Jinchun turn and leave, Fang Hong couldn’t help but chuckle wryly, saying, “This ti, I may have stimulated Chun’Er too much; how could this Wang Yan be so extraordinarily gifted?”
Zhao Hanli was even more petrified, as Wang Yan’s current level had surpassed what he could provoke. If Wang Yan rang the bell again, he would match that taboo “monster” at the Mozi Academy.
Yet before Zhao Hanli could finish his thought, he heard another “buzz,” seeing the Chaos Bell ring again while the Chaos Chart lit up.
Everyone didn’t need to look to know that Wang Yan had already equaled the Mozi Academy’s once-in-a-millennium prodigy.
20 chis!
Only one chi short of the Mozi Academy Dean Wu Ancestor Li’s 21 chis.
Wu Ancestor Li was revered as a god among people at Mozi Academy.
No one could catch up to the Dean, not even that once-in-a-millennium prodigy.
Zhao Hanli kept murmuring: It can’t be, he won’t catch up to the Dean, absolutely not.
As he spoke, Zhao Hanli didn’t dare to watch any longer, closing his eyes imdiately.
But at that mont, he heard the Chaos Bell ring once more, followed by a blinding light soaring into the sky.
Simultaneously, Zhao Hanli’s ears caught the gasps from the crowd.
Zhao Hanli felt like his heart was being torn apart, crying out in pain: Impossible, he couldn’t match the Dean!
Just as the 21st chi of the Chaos Bell sounded, at the highest peak of Mozi Academy, in a secluded, dark cave covered in dust, a grey-robed old man slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes shone brightly in the dark, like two stars.
The grey-robed old man softly said, “Finally, soone has rung 21 chis, yet this 21 is a threshold. I wonder if he can cross it. For I have been halted at this threshold for decades.”
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