With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 911 - 633: Night Owl, Mighty Strength, Flock of Crow

ng Chuan was curious, but he wasn’t wielding a Divine Weapon, so he didn’t overthink it. A black light flashed, and the Fist Blade was properly equipped.

This move caused a stir among the spectators.

"Seriously... How can a Fist Blade compete with a great spear?"

The Yang Family was also a famous Gun Technique Family in San Qin. The logic that "an inch longer is an inch stronger" was deeply ingrained in people’s minds.

ng Chuan using a sword or blade would have been better!

His cultivation was already sowhat weaker, and now he’s using a Fist Blade that is easily countered by a great spear. Isn’t it a sure defeat?

So observers with insightful opinions furrowed their brows.

"Huo Zhan’s spearhead is custom-made, with triangular spikes and a winding sharp body, specifically forged for sophisticated techniques like sweeps, slashes, grazes, and pounces, further restraining short weapons.

Master ng might find it difficult to handle..."

"Hiss... What to do then?"

Listening to the rational analysis from the family experts, many of ng Chuan’s fans were losing confidence.

Watching the match through the screen couldn’t compare to the reality of the present mont.

Huo Zhan wielding a seven to eight-ter great spear was intimidating to behold!

At this mont, possibly the only one still with so faith in ng Chuan was Yang Yuelian.

Having spent a long ti with ng Chuan, only she knew that his strength was not as simple as it appeared...

But to be honest, she had never seen ng Chuan go all out either.

Could he defeat Huo Zhan? Yang Yuelian had no assurance.

But to make a strong push for [War Heart Clarity]...

Yang Yuelian cupped her hands around her mouth, continuously cheering for ng Chuan.

She even rallied the nearby Yang Family mbers to shout together, bursts of cheers resounded.

The majority encouraged the "underdog" aiming to challenge the stronger opponent.

Moreover, currently, the Yang family’s policy was "pro-ng policy," and most of them hoped for a miracle to occur.

Only, hearing Yang Yuelian’s loud cheers, Huo Zhan’s expression beca even more grim...

ng Chuan once again felt the gathering of hostile intents, looked towards Huo Zhan, eyes sparkling, inwardly cheering for the opponent...

"Go, Huo Zhan! Don’t stop!"

A short mont later.

Yang Zhaoxing stepped forward, emphasizing that things should not escalate too much, preventing the harmony from being damaged.

Seeing that neither party was inclined to listen, he resigned to stand to the side and watch, prepared to intervene if the situation deteriorated.

Hurting anyone would not be ideal...

In the center of the venue, despite their ntal and emotional complexities, they proceeded to greet each other according to Great Chu’s martial tradition.

Huo Zhan said in a deep voice:

"From the Huo Family in Chen Cang, [Moonlit Night Owl Spear · Huo Zhan]!"

ng Chuan replied casually:

"Northern United University, ng Chuan."

The two retreated a few steps, creating so distance.

ng Chuan tapped his heel to the ground, his body like shifting space, instantly appearing three hundred ters away, witnessing this, Huo Zhan perked up with increased alertness.

This demonstrated an extensive mastery over the body, body technique, explosive power, and other comprehensive qualities, requiring extrely high standards.

At least, he couldn’t achieve this when he first entered the Three Limits.

The opponent’s strength and talent might not be much weaker than the reputation suggested.

However, Huo Zhan remained confident in his victory, having reached the End Realm, there were elents that the newly Three Limits entrant ng Chuan couldn’t comprehend...

Boom!

Whoosh!

Without tedious standoffs and waiting, the instant the distance was closed, the two nodded in acknowledgnt, imdiately sprinting towards the center arena, ready to collide.

The explosively loud sound preceding was from ng Chuan’s foot leaving the ground.

His figure soared upward, muscles dramatically enlarging, various radiant glows on his surface, finally covered with a layer of black light, the land beneath his feet gripping Gang Qi sunk robustly upon impact.

Tornado rampaged, white mist dispersed.

Unleashing 200% power, paying Huo Zhan full respect.

Fifteen-ter stature stood upright against the sky, yet moved unbelievably fast like an expansive black streak, in less than the blink of an eye, the Fist Blade was slicing down!

Between ng Chuan’s surge to attacking Huo Zhan, less than an eye blink interval passed, a mountain-crushing level pressure swept across.

Even those standing outside the stage could feel the distinct to the extre, suffocating pressure, despite it not being directed at them!

Not just shocked by ng Chuan’s transformation, but even more so by his speed, it was incredibly swift!

The cold air tore apart dramatically as his form seemingly teleported, swiftly dispersing to the sides.

The bases of rows of giant trees struggled for grip, emitting grass-pulling "crackling" sounds.

An endless scattering of broken roots drifted and soared nearly uprooted!

Until Yang Zhaoxing waved a hand, everything settled, the group of trees narrowly escaped disaster.

"Impressive..."

Few present could clearly see ng Chuan’s moves. Yang Zhaoxing counted as one of the few who could perceive the most clearly.

Huo Zhan’s Fist Stance hadn’t ford, ng Chuan’s Fist Stance had already fallen.

For a Martial Arts Master, within ten paces a fist is swift.

Within three paces, the fist is both precise and swift!

It seed that ng Chuan had long studied the technique of short weapon against long weapon combat.

Combined with formidable explosive power, only then could achieve this feat.

While Yang Zhaoxing was analyzing, the piercing collision sounds reverberated incessantly.

Bang—!

The Black Python raised its handle, releasing a black glow while the giant owl soared upwards, its montum surging.

It surrounded the spear’s tip, dark wings enclosed protectively, outer layers burst outwards forming blades.

The two blades clashed, sparks splattered.

Huo Zhan’s reaction wasn’t slow at all, raising his spear to thrust forward, his physical manifestation fortifying him, reaction speed was similarly exaggeratedly swift.

Yet...

Whirr—

A whirlwind erupted centerwards from the tip of the blade, debris, dust swirled back and flung.

Huo Zhan’s thigh instantaneously endured indescribably heavy pressure, the ground beneath spider-web cracked, spanned several yards, halted only under the obstruction of Gang Qi.

ng Chuan’s mouth curled into a cold smile, his forearm like forged steel, pressed against Huo Zhan’s spear unwaveringly.

His upper arm bulged prominently, beneath the wrap of black sharkskin armor, black lumps protruded nurously.

Like compressed springs into thin paper, the unsettling muscle-tightening sounds echoed intensely.