Invincible Soul Emperor

Chapter 679: Chapter 679 Definitely Used a Sneak Attack

How is this possible?! This defies all logic!

Ye Qingchen looked at Wu Chang with indifference. "Do you think having a Water Element makes you invincible? What a joke!"

With that, he raised his arm slightly, and a torrent of vines shot toward Wu Chang like raindrops.

Wu Chang’s pupils contracted as he darted to the side. His speed was incredible. After dodging Ye Qingchen’s attack, he leaped and violently punched a nearby pillar.

CRACK!

Huge chunks of stone fell from the pillar, smashing heavily onto the ground.

BOOM!

Another loud bang echoed as a series of cracks appeared around the impact site, spreading across the stone’s surface like a spiderweb.

Ye Qingchen looked at Wu Chang, a playful smile on his lips. "Well? Do you still dare to fight me?"

Wu Chang’s face darkened, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. In our exchange, I didn’t gain any advantage at all. But how can Ye Qingchen be this powerful?! I’m at the Eighth Layer of the Martial Emperor Realm, while he’s only at the Third! I have such a massive advantage in Realm. Normally, those two moves would have been more than enough to finish him, but they failed!

"You... What kind of technique was that?" Wu Chang asked coldly.

Ye Qingchen’s lips curled into a smirk as he slowly approached Wu Chang. "If you’re bad, practice more. If you can’t handle losing, then don’t play. I haven’t even warmed up, and you’re already at your limit? TSK, TSK, TSK."

Wu Chang’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared furiously at Ye Qingchen, his heart tight with indignation. I, a proud disciple of the Wuchang Sect, am being toyed with by a third-layer weakling?! This is an absolute, unforgivable humiliation!

"Ye Qingchen! I will make you pay for this!"

Hearing Wu Chang’s threat, Ye Qingchen laughed, his eyes filled with contempt. "Oh? You said it, not me. Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll be happy to send you on your way!"

SWOOSH...

The next moment, Ye Qingchen’s figure vanished, reappearing behind Wu Chang. He stomped his right foot, launching himself forward as his right palm shot toward the center of Wu Chang’s back.

Sensing the rushing wind behind him, Wu Chang hastily turned and swung a fist to counter. But Ye Qingchen was simply too fast. Before Wu Chang could fully react, the palm wind struck him squarely in the back.

PFFFT!

A spray of blood mist erupted. Wu Chang was sent flying more than ten meters before crashing harshly to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The onlookers stared, their mouths agape and their eyes wide with disbelief, as if they had just seen a ghost.

"HISS..."

"Am I seeing things? He... he actually sent our Saint Heir flying!"

"My gods, how is that possible?!"

"We all know how strong the Saint Heir is! How could Ye Qingchen have injured him?! Impossible!"

"This... This is just unbelievable..."

At this moment, everyone stared, their eyes wide with utter disbelief.

On the platform, the Third Elder reacted just like the crowd, rubbing his eyes vigorously. Our Saint Heir’s strength is even greater than ours! Last time, I couldn’t do a thing to Ye Qingchen, but this is the Saint Heir we’re talking about! Even someone as powerful as the Saint Heir poses no threat to him. What kind of terrifying power is this?! Impossible! He’s just a foreigner we’ve never even heard of. How could he be so strong? Did he use some kind of dirty trick?!

The Great Elder shot up from his seat. He clasped his hands behind his back, took two steps forward, and frowned at the arena. Even for a man who had witnessed countless great events, this scene was astonishing. I know the Saint Heir’s strength all too well. How could that foreigner injure him so easily? Could the Saint Heir have recently suffered a serious injury?

"Third Elder," the Great Elder asked, turning to him, "has the Saint Heir been injured recently without telling us?"

The Third Elder’s eyes darted about for a moment before an idea struck him. "That’s right! A few days ago, the Saint Heir visited the Jiang Ancient Clan. He looked a bit haggard when he returned. I suspect he was injured but was too embarrassed to tell us!" The Third Elder had just fabricated this reason out of thin air.

The Great Elder nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. The Saint Heir is proud; it’s perfectly normal that he wouldn’t tell us. In that case, it’s not surprising he was injured. Still, even if that fellow could injure our Saint Heir once, he won’t be able to do it a second time."

The Second Elder, who had vanished earlier, suddenly reappeared behind them. "TSK, TSK, TSK. Great Elder, Third Elder, I wouldn’t be so sure about that."

The two of them turned their heads to face him.

"I feel that Ye Qingchen fellow really has some skill. Our Saint Heir might be in for a tough fight."

With that, the Second Elder turned his gaze to the arena. The Great Elder and Third Elder did the same, turning their attention back to the fight.

On the arena stage, Wu Chang clutched his wound and slowly pushed himself to his feet. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes glaring at Ye Qingchen with venomous hatred.

"You little bastard! You actually dared to hurt me! I was just being careless!" Wu Chang stubbornly tried to save face.

He placed a hand on his chest, continuously channeling the Water Element to heal the wound.

Ye Qingchen simply waved at him. "Saint Heir, if you’re not convinced, we can go again!" he taunted. "Don’t forget, this is a deathmatch. We’ve only just begun!"

Below the stage, Xiao Xiao watched the scene, her heart pounding with excitement. "Go, Young Master! I knew you could beat him!"

Ye Qingchen smiled and nodded down at Xiao Xiao.

Consumed with rage, Wu Chang advanced on Ye Qingchen, one heavy step at a time. "You’re courting death!"

The killing intent in Wu Chang’s eyes was palpable. He clenched his right fist, his entire body radiating a furious aura.

"Die!"

BOOM!

Wu Chang’s fist rocketed toward Ye Qingchen, carrying immense power.

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingchen snorted coldly, forming his own fist to meet the attack. Their fists collided.

BANG!

A deafening roar followed as the very space around them seemed to tremble. The two forces intertwined, bursting in a flash of dazzling light that momentarily plunged the entire plaza into darkness. The crowd instinctively shut their eyes. After a moment, realizing nothing else had happened, they cautiously opened them again to look at the arena. To their shock, both Ye Qingchen and Wu Chang were still standing in their original spots.

"What’s going on?"

"The Saint Heir clearly struck first, but Ye Qingchen blocked him."

"Is Ye Qingchen’s body just that freakish? He even blocked the Saint Heir’s punch!"

"Holy crap, is this kid even human? What kind of defensive power is that?!"

"Why does it feel like Wu Chang’s attack is much weaker than before? Is it because of that last injury?"

The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion.