Chapter 861 Fight

In the arena, two kinds of power finally broke out, but it seemed obvious to all that the oppressive force of Chilton was the stronger by far.

With the exception of Chandler, everyone from the Sacred Palace was very worried.

From Darren's side of the arena there came a buzz.

Then blade and sword intents came sweeping through the air.

"Humph!" Chilton scoffed. "So you are cultivating both sword and blade at the same time! But even Hanson is no match for me, let alone you!"

With that, Chilton sped toward Darren, bypassing the intents.

He seemed to turn into a flash of lightning, and his palm glowed with ferocious heat.

This kind of flame differed from that of the Fire Kylin in which it contained the aura of thunder.

An indistinct, sharp sound echoed about the arena, as if the blow had already landed.

Closing in at last, Chilton thrust his hand out.

"Let's see how you escape this!" he crowed.

He thought his target had no chance of dodging.

Indeed, Darren didn't even try to move aside, and the palm strike hit him right in the heart.

As they connected, overjoyed shouts rose up from the members of the three clans. "Ha-ha! It seems that the winner has been determined!" someone exclaimed. As for Townsend, the heavy load on his mind finally began to ease.

The explosive noise in the arena drowned out any further chatter from the observers.

For a moment, the sky seemed to vanish in the brilliant array of light, and the sun was outshone.

Caught in the center of the display, Darren's body collapsed, apparently disintegrating into a collection of spots of light.

Not a few onlookers gasped.

The people of the Sacred Palace were shocked at the power of such a blow! Chandler's heart sank.

But all of a sudden, a voice rang out—familiar, yet also ethereal and distant, seemingly coming from every direction at once.

"No match for you? We'll see about that!"

"What?! That guy is still alive. Does he have an Eternal Body?" one of the spectators wondered aloud.

When Darren's body had been broken apart, there hadn't seemed to be any vital energy left in it. Only an Eternal Body was capable of surviving such an ordeal.

As if to prove the guess right, Darren called out, "Reincarnation!"

Then, in a matter of seconds, his body reformed itself. Before Chilton could react, he found himself trapped in a boundless quagmire, where dizzying patterns of light and dark passed before his eyes.

Meanwhile, Darren's form turned black as night, and he charged his opponent again.

Catching him off-guard, he turned into a dark blur, slapping Chilton thousands of times.

The blows landed with furious speed, their impacts sounding like a hailstorm buffeting a house.

Chilton jerk

Meanwhile in the arena, Darren had no intention of holding himself back, now that Chilton was using his most powerful strength.

But now he wondered whether he should turn into a dragon, or else use the Bloody Shura Force.

'Turning into a dragon may not necessarily win the battle. I'll just use the Shura Force now!' he decided to himself.

The next moment, the black runes in the arena surged up into the air, one after another.

"Oh, that is... The aura must belong to the Dark Emperor!" cried one of the spectators.

All the senior holy warriors present had observed the aura of many powerful people in the Emperor Realm who had died. As such, they were familiar with the Dark Emperor and his powers.

A breath later, they were even more amazed, as the Primitive Fighting Force surged crazily.

"What! How could he possibly have the aura of Primitive Fighting Force too?!" someone yelled.

The observers were rightly incredulous.

Both of these powers were immensely potent and dangerous. It was impossible for Darren to use both of them at the same time!

"Ha-ha! This lad is really a genius!" Chandler remarked.

"No wonder I couldn't detect his cultivation base," Leighton added with eyes full of admiration. "This guy has comprehended these two forces."

"Elder Chandler, it was far-sighted of you to accept the bet. How wise you are!" Gabriel said.

Hearing this, Chandler almost blushed, but said nothing.

Now Chilton was in a state of madness. He didn't care what kind of power Darren had on hand. All he thought of was how much he wanted to kill Darren—and to do it in one shot.

The air crackled with power as Chilton leaped.

His huge fist, combined with the Holy Will, blasted at Darren with quintuple combat power.

If a martial artist of the same realm was hit, he would surely die!