C190 clinch the crown in one stroke

The Berserk Thunder of the Four Symbols Art, the fourth type of power within the Four Elephants Spirit Martial Tower.

Once this powerful killing move appeared, the entire arena fell into absolute silence. The two streaks of lightning in the sky caused everyone present to be at a loss.

If the Ultimate Water of Li Xiuwen's Four Directions Art was the cornerstone of his victory. Then, Han Chen's Berserk Thunder of the Four Directions Art would be like a king descending the world, and returning as the king.

Without waiting for everyone present to recover from their shock, Han Chen leapt out of the air with a swoosh, and quickly flashed towards Li Xiuwen. The latter's face finally revealed an expression of shock and panic that had never been seen before. His body continuously backed up and he quickly activated his earth technique.

An earthen yellow brilliance surged out from Li Xiuwen's body, quickly condensing into a thick and solid layer of earth shield in front of him. But just now, the fierce thunder of the Four Symbols Art had already caused his opponent to feel dizzy and dizzy. He didn't even know where Bei Bei was. Naturally, his defense had been greatly reduced.

The longsword in Han Chen's hand congealed, his wrist shook, and a sharp sword beam struck the opponent's chest. Bang! The Earthshield armor in front of him was shattered into pieces by the impact.

Bang! Powerful hidden force poured into the opponent's body like a raging sea. Li Xiuwen could no longer resist, his Qi and blood were surging, and dark red blood was gushing out of his mouth.

Just as Li Xiuwen was thrown backwards, his eyes flashed fiercely, revolving the energy in his body, he bellowed: "Hand of the Great Earth!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! A large hole burst open in the ground, and a stone hand broke through the surface, slapping towards Han Chen's chest, bringing with it a cloud of dust.

After continuously using the Four Symbols Art, Han Chen's body was running out of martial spirit energy. The sudden attack was hard for him to defend against, and Li Xiuwen's power was beyond his expectations.

Bang! The stone hand solidly smashed onto Han Chen's chest, and after spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood, he was sent flying backwards.

"Big brother." Ming Ruo was so scared that her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but shout out.

Bang bang! Two consecutive muffled sounds, and Li Xiuwen and Han Chen almost fell to the ground at the same time. The already silent arena became even quieter at this moment.

The two sect masters, Xuan Fengzi, Xuan Ying Zi and all of the elders revealed looks of shock and confusion. This result was something they had never expected.

Han Chen and Li Xiuwen's auras were both extremely weak, and both of them were on the verge of losing energy. But without a doubt, in the eyes of the crowd, the outcome of the battle was already very clear.

The struggle for the Spirit realm was complex.

No one expected that Han Chen would suddenly appear, and his name wasn't on the list for the championship. In fact, many people didn't even take him to heart.

He leapt four floors as he killed the Third Elder's direct disciple Deng Ling on the seventh floor with a thunderous roar. To assail the eighth level,'s radiance dimmed. Finally, with an unimaginable force, he ascended to the ninth floor, creating an unprecedented record.

But even so, Han Chen was not acknowledged by everyone. First was You Zhong's challenge, and then was Li Xiuwen's final test. For the first time ever, the youth knocked down two of his most powerful enemies on the ground.

Although the atmosphere was quiet, the crowd was not at peace.

Just then, Han Chen who was on the ground suddenly struggled to get up, his hands supporting himself on the ground, his sword acting as a walking stick. Han Chen trembled with difficulty as he tried to stand up. The appearance of this scene shocked everyone present. A young man who refused to admit defeat was as arrogant as ever in this situation.

Da Wei clenched his fists and shouted, "Han Chen, go for it! Stand up, stand up!"

Xin Lan, Yu Fei, Ming Ruo and the other girls could not help but have their eyes turn red, as they also encouraged, "Han Chen, stand up."

Immediately, a low but orderly voice rose from the entire Dao Pillar. "Stand up, stand up."

The youngster's skinny body was like a small boat amidst the wind and the waves, swaying on the verge of collapse. Thousands of outer sect disciples looked at Han Chen without moving, compared to the inner sect disciples. They were even more familiar with Han Chen.

That was a disciple who had been scolded as trash, and had suffered all sorts of supercilious looks and humiliation. Many of them had laughed at him. Now that Han Chen had reached the peak of the inner sect disciples, some of them were still wandering around the outer sect.

It had once been the same starting point, but now, without anyone noticing, the gap between the two had quietly widened.

Ruo Ying who was at the side slightly opened her red lips, and her beautiful eyebrows knitted together. Her beautiful face was filled with a complex expression. The feeling that was hidden deep within her heart seemed to give birth to a faint throbbing sensation.

On the other hand, Mei Ling, who hated Han Chen the most, held his hands together. She knew that she wouldn't be able to avenge the Huayun City with her own strength. At the same time, she felt a sense of contradiction.

"Han Chen, stand up."

"Han Chen, stand up."

More and more people began to encourage Han Chen, and thousands and thousands of eyes were filled with anxiety. Han Chen's legs trembled, he slowly raised his body, opened his arms, and roared towards the sky.

"Who dares to fight against me?"

Pride, insolence, anger, all sorts of emotions were released. The entire audience erupted in applause and cheers.

"Han Chen Champion! Han Chen is the champion! "

"Han Chen Champion! Han Chen is the champion! "

Fanaticism swept through the entire arena like a tidal wave. Not far away, Li Xiuwen was lying on the ground with his head up on the ground powerlessly. His gaze looked at the nine clouds in the blue sky, and traces of unwillingness and sadness flashed across his eyes.

Sect Leader Xuan Fengzi took a deep breath, and then said to Xuan Ying Zi beside him, "Junior Brother, announce the results!"

Xuan Yingzi nodded his head as his sonorous voice resounded across the world, "Next, I shall announce the results of the Spiritual Martial Force Competition. The victor is Han, Chen."

The long tail echoed in the air, causing the entire audience to be filled with excitement. Ming Ruo, Wu Jun, Xin Lan and the rest rushed to the center of the competition grounds, surrounding Han Chen in the middle. The only thing left was their excitement. Meanwhile, in the void, the Third Elder's eyes were surging with a dark coldness and ruthlessness.

In the next few days, the wonderful scenes related to the Spirit Martial Competition became the topic of conversation for the disciples of Mystical Peak. No one remembered how Li Xiuwen left the competition that day. No one paid attention to Ruo Ying either. The two words Han Chen resounded throughout the entire Mystical Peak, and even spread to several large and small cities within the mountains.

Where there were people, there would be fights. Han Chen had become famous quickly, and even surpassed the Mo Hen of back then. However, because he had killed Deng Ling, Gu Tao, and the others, he had also offended the Third Elder. As a Senior Elder with a lot of power in the sect, maybe the Mystical Peak had already started a undercurrent.

"Big brother, hurry up and drink this bowl of fish soup. I just made this." Ming Ruo walked into Han Chen's room with a bowl of faintly fragrant fish soup in her hands.

Little Black and Little White also followed in. After a few days, Little White's size had increased yet again. It was almost half a meter tall, but Xiaohei was still a little bigger. Furthermore, she was riding on Whitey's back, which appeared to be both comical and hilarious.

Han Chen got off the bed and laughed, "Ming Ruo, why did you make me soup again? I'm fine now, all the wounds on my body have healed. "

"I want to take care of you, brother!" Ming Ruo pouted, looking a little wronged.

"Alright, alright, I'll drink. Can't I?" Han Chen really couldn't do anything about this little sister of his. He casually received the bowl of soup and carefully savored it, then couldn't help but praise her. Delicious, I never thought that my Ming Ruo would have such good culinary skills, if a man were to marry you in the future, he would be blessed. "

Ming Ruo blushed and scolded in dissatisfaction, "Brother, are you making fun of me again?"

"Yiyayaya!" Blacky waved its two little claws as it hopped up and down while mumbling something.

"Stop being so noisy, you drank so much fish soup already." Ming Ruo casually scolded.

Blacky immediately looked like a wronged child as it lowered its head and drew circles on Whitey's head.

Han Chen was both angry and amused. It seemed like Ming Ruo could understand what Xiao Hei was saying now. Ming Ruo, did someone come this morning? "

"There is!" "Fifth, Seventh, Eighth, they're coming one by one!"

"Really?" "It looks like I'll have to hide for a few more days." A look of helplessness surfaced on Han Chen's face.

"Hee hee, brother you are a famous person now! Those elders rushed to accept you as their direct disciple, I think brother can consider agreeing to one of them. " Ming Ruo laughed faintly, her eyes curved like the crescent moons.

Han Chen shook his head, his eyes revealing a trace of determination, "There are still a lot of important things that I have yet to complete. I will be leaving the Mystical Peak very soon."

"Leave? Brother, where are you going? "

"Go find my father, and Shen Yu." Han Chen's eyes revealed a hint of yearning, and a faint grief appeared within his pitch-black pupils.

"Then I want to go with you." Ming Ruo said.

Han Chen stared blankly at first, but after pondering for a while, he said softly, "Ming Ruo, actually, you have a pretty good future if you stay in the Mystical Peak. You have the most special body of the Psionic Magician, and this Mystical Peak will certainly give you the best form of nurturing. "

"No, I don't want it." Ming Ruo panicked a little, he went forward and hugged Han Chen tightly, "I don't want to stay here, I want to be with big brother forever. "Wherever big brother goes, I'll go."

Han Chen was caught off guard, and was unable to catch his breath. Although Ming Ruo was only fifteen years old, his body had developed quite well. Her tall and slender body was only half a head shorter than Han Chen.

"Ming Ruo, can you let go of your brother first?" Han Chen said helplessly.

"No, brother will leave me behind, I don't want to let you go."

This was the first time Ming Ruo did not listen to what Han Chen said. Towards this half-step of elder brother, she had too many concerns and constraints. Although the delicate girl had become stronger than before, the hidden reliance in her heart would never disappear.