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"Chen Yu, watch carefully, this move of mine is called the Raging Flames Palm!"

As his voice fell, a bright ball of fire suddenly appeared in Cui Lingyun's palm.

"Oh my god, one person comprehending two concepts, this is simply too terrifying. Just how strong is Cui Lingyun's talent!?"

A domineering shout came from above Chen Yu's head.

Following this, was also an enormous pressure brought by Cui Lingyun's flame palm.

What surprised everyone was that Chen Yu did not move even in the face of such a terrifying attack, and continued to stare straight at Cui Lingyun.

"Could it be that Chen Yu has been scared silly, and doesn't even know how to dodge?!" In their hearts, they could not help but secretly worry for Chen Yu.

"I also know the power of fire!" Just as Cui Lingyun's flaming palm was about to strike his face, Chen Yu finally moved.

As his voice fell, Chen Yu's right fist directly smashed towards Cui Lingyun's right palm.

"Roar ~"

Accompanied by a dragon's roar.

A fiery dragon image shot out from Chen Yu's right fist.

The explosive firelight exploded, making Chen Yu's fist look extremely berserk.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud sound.

Chen Yu and Cui Lingyun, fist and palm clashed.

The flames that filled the sky danced wildly.

A terrifying aura permeated the air.

Cui Lingyun's body was pushed back a few steps by the recoil of the explosion.

As for Chen Yu, he stood there motionlessly, as if a god had descended to the mortal world!

This time, it was very obvious that Chen Yu's power was stronger.

Cui Lingyun squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Yu.

After a while, Cui Lingyun said: "I have no choice but to admit it, you have the qualifications to fight with me, following that, I am going to be serious!"

"Merely qualified to fight with you?!" Chen Yu said sarcastically: "I really wonder where your confidence comes from!"

As he spoke, an erratic aura once again emerged from Chen Yu's body.

This aura had disappeared without a trace and was faintly discernible. Very few people were able to discover it at the first possible moment.

But those who had some understanding of Chen Yu knew, next, Chen Yu would release the poetic perspective of the clouds.

As expected, after Chen Yu released the Concept of Cloud, the stage was instantly shrouded in fog.

The people outside could not see what was happening inside, and could only hear the conversation between the two.

"Misty Cloud, Swift Wind, Raging Flames of Fire, take this move of mine – Wind Riding Cloud Fire!"

When they heard Chen Yu's words, the surrounding people all became astonished.

What, this Chen Yu actually comprehended three kinds of Concepts of Martial Arts?!

How is this possible?!

How could Chen Yu possess such a terrifying talent in the Martial Dao?

At the same time, Cui Lingyun, who was enveloped in clouds and mist, also felt a trace of fear in his heart.

"Pretending to be ghosts, scatter!"

He circulated his wind true qi in an attempt to disperse the clouds.

Unfortunately, all of this was in vain.

Not only did the mist not disperse because of the wind, it even became like stirred water in a pond. It became muddy.

"Burn it!"

Following Chen Yu's outburst.

The misty cloud instantly transformed into layers of raging flames.

The fiery light was like a beautiful flower blooming!

However, although the flower was beautiful, it contained an incomparably terrifying power.

An ear-piercing wail resounded throughout the entire platform.

That was Cui Lingyun who was inside the raging flames, struggling bitterly!

The crowd looked on in disbelief at what was happening before them.

Could it be that Cui Lingyun, who was ranked third out of the ten heroes, was going to be burned to death on the stage?!

"Enough, stop!"

Right at this moment, an overbearing voice echoed out from the grandstand.

After that, a wave of energy that transformed into a mighty wave charged into the flames.

"Boom!"

Under the attack of the sound wave, the flames instantly turned into sparks and disappeared.

"Sonic attack."

Chen Yu turned around and looked at the spectator stand. At this time, Battle King Xiahou Xingchen slowly stood up and looked straight at the arena.

"Xiahou Xingchen!" Chen Yu was infuriated.

It was precisely Xiahou Xingchen's roar that extinguished his flames.

This was equivalent to Xiahou Xingchen interrupting Chen Yu's Wu Ji.

After the flames dissipated, Chen Yu's consciousness which was controlling the fire true energy was also forcefully dispersed.

A huge recoil power directly entered Chen Yu's body.

Even with his body that had been transformed by the "Nine Revolutions Demonic Art", it was still unbearable.

"Pfft ~"

Chen Yu spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Thump, thump, thump ~ ~ ~"

After retreating a few steps, Chen Yu was finally able to slowly support his body and hold on.

On the stage, Chen Yu and Cui Lingyun were both severely injured.

But the only difference was that Cui Lingyun's injury was actually caused by Chen Yu.

And the injuries on Chen Yu's body, was actually caused by Battle-King Xiahou Xingchen.

Silence reigned in the stands.

Victory had been decided, there was no suspense at all, the victor was Chen Yu.

However, from the looks of it, the Battle King seemed to be dissatisfied with Chen Yu, as to the outcome, it was unknown …

Slowly raising his head, Chen Yu's ice-cold gaze landed on the viewing platform. He looked at Xiahou Xingchen and said:

Battle King, I am fighting with Cui Lingyun, why must you intervene?!

"This king only saved Cui Lingyun because he was a rare talent, what's wrong with that?!" The Battle King coldly snorted.

"The duel between Cui Lingyun and I, was originally a life and death battle. The victor will live, and the loser will die. Chen Yu said coldly.

"Hmm?" Xiahou Xingchen's expression turned slightly cold as he stared at Chen Yu and said, "The way this duke does things is entirely dependent on my mood.

Hearing this, the flames of fury burned in Chen Yu's eyes.

But he knew, in front of Xiahou Xingchen, he was as insignificant as an ant. If he were to attack Xiahou Xingchen now out of anger, he would only be seeking death.

This was the world where the strong were respected.

The strong acted in an unbridled manner, and no one was able to stop them.

The weak could only grovel before the tyrannical power of the strong, cowering and cowering before the weak.