Chapter 220: Chen Invincible!

Chapter 220: Chen No-One-Can-Defeat!

Chen Yiyan heard this, neither acknowledging nor denying it.

"Yan Elder's intervention tonight truly gives me quite a headache."

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

The only time he'd ever been injured was during that encounter with Luo Feng Cui Qingwu.

At other times, he was either confined within the Xiao family, attended to by others, or scheming and plotting against others in his schemes.

Such a humiliating situation as tonight's, being outwitted by someone, it was the first time for him.

Yet compared to Chen Yiyan's headache, Yan Fushan was filled with fury.

He couldn't fathom how Chen Yiyan knew he was from the Wudao Sect.

Throughout the entire evening, he had never once mentioned the "Wudao Sect."

Even when he displayed the snake and the cockroach, with people's understanding today, they would only associate them with other evil cults and demonic paths.

But Chen Yiyan, a scholar from Qinyun Academy, not only knew the identity of his Wudao Sect elder in one breath—it was hard not to make Yan Fushan suspect him.

After a moment of silence.

Yan Fushan's aura surged violently.

Dark black auras drifted from his hands, at times forming serpents, at others, black scorpions.

His eyes, cold and savage, fixed on Chen Yiyan, his voice dripping with malice:

"Who would have thought, Mr. Qin, your martial arts are no less profound than your scholarly pursuits?"

Chen Yiyan glanced at his palm and said, "Not to mention Yan Elder."

Fourth Grade, Fist Way Great Completion.

And those possible poisonous insects and poisons.

Yan Fushan was clearly more formidable than ordinary evil cults and demonic paths.

"Mr. Qin, Yan has something he cannot understand, and humbly requests your guidance."

"From where did you learn of Yan's identity?"

Chen Yiyan shook his head, "I cannot say."

All matters concerning the Wudao Sect were obtained through Luo Lang's eavesdropping, nothing worth mentioning.

Moreover, tonight, he and Pei Wenli had nearly been killed by Yan Fushan, and the two had been in a bitter feud for a long time.

He would never tell a mortal enemy anything.

Thinking this, Chen Yiyan completely released the Black Turtle Suppressing Technique's binding.

He practiced the Four Symbols Method, his internal energy surging through his meridians like quicksilver, relentless.

As his aura circulated, his once frail frame gradually expanded and became more robust.

His posture grew more upright and substantial.

Even his face gained a ruggedness, no longer retaining the scholarly look he'd once possessed.

Yan Fushan stared deeply into his eyes, then murmured, "What a pity."

"What a pity for such a promising scholar!"

Before the words had even settled, Yan Fushan stomped his foot, faded into the shadows, and in the blink of an eye, was before Chen Yiyan.

His left hand formed a blade, directly thrusting into Chen Yiyan's eyes.

Simultaneously, his fist intent stirred the very air and spirits of the world, wielding a force like wind ruffling mountains, disturbing the world around them, attempting to delay Chen Yiyan's movements.

Amidst it all, a tendril of poisonous malice formed into a blade, slicing across.

Yet in the next instant, his form and blade seemed to freeze, as if weighed down by heavy mountains.

It was Chen Yiyan's perfected martial arts, like a mountain!

Not only that.

When Chen Yiyan's fist erupted, his foot stepped on the "Dancing Dragon and Phoenix Step," twisting his form like a coiling dragon, evading the blade and the poisonous strike.

Then he exerted his full strength—Dazhou Fist, "Zheshou!"

His fist erupted, internal energy rippling like waves, his feet smashing through the wooden planks beneath, splintering and flying.

Yan Fushan, whether intentionally or not, neither dodged nor avoided.

Boom!

His fists struck out wave after wave, internal energy and fist intent stacking like mountain might, fierce as fire.

The wind from the blow even blew the ruined boats around them to pieces.

Yet this mighty punch, though powerful, was entirely blocked by Yan Fushan's body, covered in an extremely dim black aura.

"True Body-Protecting Gong..."

Chen Yiyan furrowed his brow, his form darting like a meteor, retreating swiftly to the stern of the boat.

Yan Fushan's hands were unharmed, standing upright, turned to face Chen Yiyan, and coldly smiled:

"A fist master of great completion, your mountain-like fist intent, Mr. Qin, you have good skill."

"If your cultivation were not so far apart from mine, I fear I would have still been able to defeat you today."

Chen Yiyan nonchalantly flicked his wrist, eyes fixed on Yan Fushan, his thoughts racing.

That punch had not only been blocked, but his own fist had also been injured by Yan Fushan's True Body-Protecting Gong.

If they clashed head-on, he was no match for Yan Fushan.

—Cannot defeat by strength, must resort to strategy.

Thinking this, Chen Yiyan took a deep breath, the Four Symbols Method circulating through his entire body, his feet lightened slightly.

Great Completion Martial Arts—Step, could also bind with the spirits of the world, empowered by spiritual essence.

The Meteor Butterfly Step had an endless rushing force, his foot power was greater.

The Dancing Dragon and Phoenix Step's whirlpool force allowed for swift movement within a small space.

Yan Fushan saw he didn't answer, sneered coldly, and charged again.

A palm shot out.

Chen Yiyan didn't linger for a fight, twisted his body, evading like a ghost.

His speed of movement made Yan Fushan's eyes flicker slightly.

He quickly turned his head to chase after Chen Yiyan: "Great Completion level body technique?"

"You, how could you have two Great Completion levels?"

It wasn't that no one could cultivate both fist and body technique to Great Completion, but those who had reached both were mostly martial arts legends.

Even Bai Datian, unmatched in martial arts prowess, when he first emerged, was merely a complete fist method and perfected body method.

Yet how old is Chen Yì, really?

What right does he have?

Martial arts talent, unmatched in the world?

Yan Fushā could not bear to admit it, his eyes slightly bulging, staring at Chen Yì in disbelief: "You're not Chen Yì?"

"Who are you, really?"

"Is it the water master of Langyu Tower, or Hua Huiyang of Wudang Mountain?"

"No, their book method couldn't have reached completeness..."

"Right, you also have book method..."

"Two methods perfected, one method complete..."

"You—you... you're stronger than Bai Datian when he first appeared in the world?"

"..."

Upon hearing these words, even Cold Surprise, despite the life-and-death battle, found himself smiling:

"My name is not Chen Yì; the nickname given by the world is 'White Dragon of the Waves,' Chen Wúdì."

At that moment, Pei Wēn, hearing the conversation, was thrilled beyond measure, and could not help but stand up, his slender hand cupped before his face, shouting:

"Exactly! My brother-in-law is none other than the 'White Dragon of the Waves' Chen Wúdì!"

Chen Yì glanced at him, and with a dismissive wave of his hand, signaled him to stay hidden.

Now Yan Fushā's target was still him; he could manage to hold his own.

If Yan Fushā had switched his target to Pei Wēn, he would have been at a loss.

Thankfully, at this moment, Yan Fushā's eyes held only him, still unable to believe, muttering under his breath:

"A mere twenty-year-old young man, book method complete, fist and body methods perfected..."

"How is that possible, how is that possible..."

Suddenly, Yan Fushā's voice fell silent.

His eyes, fixed on Chen Yì, turned a crimson red, blood vessels bulging to the corners.

The protective primal qi surrounding him darkened like ink, crimson tendrils intermingled and drifted.

"I must admit, Master Light Boat, your martial arts talent is unparalleled in my life."

"Therefore, I—today—I will not let you go!"

Chen Yì suddenly felt Yan Fushā's fist, like a gust of wind, surge in might.

He quickly stepped back two paces, vigilantly on guard.

This person was truly mad.

Whether mad or not, Yan Fushā clearly had no mind for such thoughts.

He only knew that he could not let Chen Yì escape that day.

Such terrifying martial arts talent—if he lived, he would inevitably become a grave threat to the Five Poison Sect's inner circle in the future.

In the next instant.

Yan Fushā lifted his foot, and in an instant, he was beside Chen Yì, his hands forming claws, striking in succession.

Five-colored poison aura erupted from his claws, spreading a half-meter radius around the boat.

This time, both fist and poison aura surged, Yan Fushā also unleashed his full strength.

Chen Yì remained as before, unperturbed, his eyes locked on Yan Fushā's figure, his feet twisting and darting beneath him, avoiding those rainbow-hued claw blades.

Yet while he could evade, the boat beneath him suffered.

In less than three breaths, the ten-meter-long boat was reduced to a single layer of planks.

Even so, Yan Fushā continued his assault.

Even as his body method slowed, Chen Yì was still far from defeated, he still exerted his primal qi and protective primal qi, riding the wind, relentlessly pursuing Chen Yì.

His claws swung endlessly, each strike powerful.

Boom, boom, boom...

Amidst the series of thunderous sounds, the boat shattered, the turbulent Red River water erupted one water pit after another.

The river surged.

In just ten breaths, Yan Fushā had dismantled the boat piece by piece.

Chen Yì stood on the broken planks, furrowing his brow, his body method did not require lifting energy, but needed leverage.

On the boat, it was manageable, the primal qi consumption was not great, but on the river surface, it would accelerate his primal qi loss.

He could not continue fighting here!

Thinking this, Chen Yì dodged two more strikes, crouched low, and suddenly vaulted into the air.

With the Meteor Flower Butterfly Step body method, light and swift, he sliced directly across the Red River's surface toward the shore.

Yan Fushā, of course, pursued relentlessly.

Moreover, when he leaped into the air, his speed surpassed Chen Yì's body method.

In a single breath, he caught up to Chen Yì's back, his eyes fierce and cruel, slapping out a palm.

Chen Yì glanced to the side, his primal qi instantly condensed beneath his feet, and in midair, he stamped out a thunderous sound.

He sidestepped Yan Fushā's palm by three feet, narrowly avoiding it.

Yet the five-colored poison aura clinging to the palm still stained his shoulder.

A searing pain, like needles, shot through the side of his shoulder.

Chen Yì didn't wait to check, using the force to land on the shore, crouched, rolled, and dodged two more palms, finally catching his breath.

Looking at his technique—on the side of his shoulder stained by the poison aura, it had swollen rapidly in a short time, its interior turning purple and black.

"This poison aura's power is too terrifying."

Chen Yì realized this, and without hesitation, directly inserted a hairpin beneath the swollen area.

Using the breath technique to expel the poison aura from his arm.

Seeing this, Yan Fushā's blood-red eyes grew even redder, a faint black sheen appearing.

He stared at Chen Yì's movements, his face grotesque, growling: "You—you're still a master of the medical method?!"

Yan Fushā was nearly mad, he could not believe someone could reach such heights as Chen Yì.

Medical method, martial method, book method—spanning three methods, and all four methods perfected.

Even the legendary Bai Datian, famous for decades, had only cultivated three methods.

"Leave you not!"

"You'll never get away!" Yan Fushā roared with a grotesque expression, his strikes growing more ferocious. His body dissolved into a shadow, chasing Chen Yì with relentless palm strikes. "Stop! Just let me kill you!" "With your talent, if I don't kill you today, you'll regret it someday!" Chen Yì could never stop. He alternately wielded "Dancing Dragon, Playing Phoenix" and "Flowing Meteor Butterfly Step," dodging Yan Fushā's claws one after another. To conserve spiritual energy, he didn't move far, staying within a ten-zhang radius, circling around. Whenever poisonous aura spread around, he'd change positions, continuing the struggle with Yan Fushā. After a moment, Chen Yì gradually became familiar with Yan Fushā's palm and claw techniques, managing to parry in the intervals. However, due to the vast difference in cultivation levels, his "Crushing Mountain Fist" and "Hundred Flowers Palm" couldn't harm Yan Fushā. How terrifying a martial artist at the fourth rank could be! How powerful must Xiao Jinghong, at the upper third rank, be? Compared to Yan Fushā, the old master Fang was really foolish. If it weren't for the old master Fang attacking him and Liu Lang in front of Hei Ya, they might not have succeeded in their alliance. Yan Fushā, thinking these things, at the intervals of his attacks, pulled out several silver needles and launched them. Chen Yì instinctively dodged with "Dancing Dragon, Playing Phoenix." To his surprise, a snake as large as a bowl suddenly appeared before his eyes. Hiss—without hesitating, Chen Yì raised his hand to block it. Ting! Ting! Ting! Amidst the clear tinkling sounds, Chen Yì was struck by immense force, sent flying, crashing into a tree, landing in disarray. "Brother!?" Pei Menglì, seeing this, let out a startled cry, then began cursing Yan Fushā. "That Yan Fushā, slicing open heads, did you take the wrong medicine with those sharp sticks?" "What kind of hero is this underhanded trick?" "Five Poison Sect teaching you to play poison, not to be human!" "You—" Yan Fushā ignored Pei Menglì, frowning at Chen Yì. At his waist, a black snake, as thick as a baby's arm, coiled slowly, its triangular head raised around his neck, staring at Chen Yì. "Mr. Qinzhousheng managed to evade this strike, that's a miracle." Chen Yì, hearing this, raised a hand to signal Pei Menglì it was nothing, then looked at his right hand. There, his sleeve was torn, revealing a streak of silver light. "The five-fold gun…" Fortunately, the five-fold gun blocked the blow; otherwise, under that black snake's sudden attack, he would have been gravely injured. After confirming he was unharmed, Chen Yì exhaled a breath of relief, then disassembled the five-fold gun from his arm. Yan Fushā, seeing his movement, paused. "Gun?" Suddenly, he seemed to recall something, "You, your gun, the gun path can't be…" Chen Yì glanced at him, "As you can see, he's attained completion." Today, aside from the chess and qin paths that couldn't be used in battle, his trump cards were all revealed; it was no different in the gun path. Yan Fushā refused to believe it. "Ha, hahaha… you're just playing with Yan, aren't you?" "Has anyone in the world reached this point?" Chen Yì twirled his long spear with a gun technique, standing beside him. "Try?" It was a fortunate accident. If it weren't for that black snake's attack, he would have forgotten he had gun techniques to use. Not because gun techniques were stronger than martial arts, but his "Falling Dragon Spear Method," under the blessing of God King Jin Ling, had cutting force. Combined with the heavenly rank's "Falling Dragon Spear Method," it might tear through Yan Fushā's spiritual armor. "Try?" Yan Fushā didn't wait, leaping forward. One man, one snake, converging on Chen Yì. "Regardless of whether you're a gun master, today you must die!" Chen Yì stared at that figure, took a light breath, then thrust out a gun beam. Yan Fushā's eye twitched, sensing a hint of threat from that gun beam. Without thinking much, he lightened his steps, his body flying sideways. The black snake at his waist, meanwhile, shot off in another direction, forming a spinning strike. Five-colored poisonous aura, along with the black snake's venom, surrounded three zhang in front of Chen Yì. Yan Fushā surged forward, intent on closing in to wrest Chen Yì down, preventing him from unleashing his gun technique's power.

These things, he saw with his eyes.

He took a step back, pulling his left hand while leaning his right, the long spear whirled left and right, thrusting out two spears in quick succession.

The spear’s intent was like gold.

The rapid thrusts left two three-foot-long golden streaks on the spear shaft, piercing straight toward Eleanor’s face and the black serpent’s door.

Eleanor roared in fury, slapping his palm, scattering those spear rays.

But the spirit energy in his palm was also torn open by the opposing force.

As for that black serpent, it had no such luck, and before it could evade, Chen Yi’s spear pierced its skull, killing it on the spot.

Eleanor’s eyes bulged, “Black Dragon!”

Chen Yi’s strike had succeeded, and he pressed the advantage, chasing after Eleanor, “Black Dragon? Just a dead snake!”

He took a step forward, merging with his spear entirely.

Suddenly, a brilliant glow erupted from the spear tip, blazing like the sun, revealing within it a series of golden dragons the size of palms.

It was the first form of the Fallen Dragon Sword Technique—Dragon Pursuing the Sun!

Eleanor looked at the advancing Chen Yi, flicked his wrist, and threw several silver needles.

At the same time, his inner primal spirit erupted completely, charging recklessly toward Chen Yi.

Both hands became claws, tearing at that golden sphere.

“I’ll kill you, Eleanor!”

Boom—

The poison aura and golden sword intent collided, erupting in a deafening boom.

The colorful poison aura rolled, vaguely showing countless palm-sized golden dragons soaring up and down.

Each one charged toward Chen Yi and Eleanor.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, swept his spear sideways, tearing a path through those poison auras, stepping forward with the Star-Butterfly Step to chase Eleanor.

Looking back, Eleanor was no longer calm.

Those countless golden dragons landed on his body, like sharp knives stabbing into him.

Under the spear’s rays, his protective spirit energy seemed to lose its efficacy, and before he knew it, numerous wounds appeared on his body.

His clothes tore, blood streamed down.

Eleanor was struck by lightning, flying backward, evading Chen Yi’s advancing spear techniques.

“Your spear path can tear through spirit energy?!”

Though such things are not uncommon, techniques, secret methods, or martial arts realms can achieve it, but how could it be so coincidental, precisely at this moment?

Precisely when he was about to kill Chen Yi, Chen Yi produced it.

Thus, the situation reversed—he found himself at a disadvantage!

Chen Yi felt a wave of relief, the path turned, and as long as he killed Eleanor, everything for that day would be over.

To his surprise, when he was about to take a deep breath, he saw Eleanor take a pill bottle from his sleeve and swallow it whole.

“This is your fault!”

Roaring, Eleanor’s face suddenly bore a number of dark auras, grotesque and terrifying tendrils stretching down from his body, seemingly covering his entire form.

Chen Yi furrowed his brow, immediately using spirit observation, and saw Eleanor’s aura had surged twofold.

“Damn it, forbidden medicine?!”

(The chapter ends)