Chapter 388 - Insane Battle

Chapter 388 - Insane Battle

The two clashed instantly, unleashing powerful storms that tore through heaven and earth.

Boom, boom, boom!

“Boundless Tyranny!”

Yuan Kun’s eyes turned bloodshot. His aura rolled out, rising to the sky and stirring the heavens. His fist technique had the momentum of heaven and earth and unrivaled overbearingness.

“Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes!”

Chen Fan wasn’t backing down, either, violently swinging his arm and thrusting his iron spear multiple times, creating a wall of fiery spears with no gaps.

Pop, pop. Pop, pop, pop...

The powerful impact generated fierce winds, howling as if the space had shattered. The scene looked like something straight out of an apocalypse.

Everyone fell silent at this moment, holding their breaths. The crowd watched as the two combatants exchanged blows, their hearts pounding in anticipation.

“Tyrant’s Rampage!” Yuan Kun was like a god standing above the clouds, overlooking the mortal world.

His domineering aura seemed endless, and when it merged with his fist art, he was unstoppable. It seemed like he would destroy everything.

“Devastating Thrust!”

Chen Fan was like a tiny boat drifting in a storm, stubbornly holding on among those fierce winds and gigantic waves. It seemed like Yuan Kun’s hurricanes would swallow him soon.

“Tyrant’s Dominion!”

Rumble!

Yuan Kun punched, his fist shining with black light and drawing in all the surrounding air currents.

This punch seemed to have formed an otherworldly space-time where Yuan Kun's dominance reigned supreme.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, emitting a cold, piercing light.

Yuan Kun was indeed incredibly powerful; some would even say that he was invincible under the Core Formation realm.

His Tyrant Fist was truly domineering. Each punch seemed overwhelming and unstoppable.

Moreover, Yuan Kun had already comprehended the concept of “tyranny,” integrating it into his Tyrant Fist, showcasing the true beauty and power of the martial technique.

As the punch hurtled toward Chen Fan, he felt as if the domain of a tyrant was descending and trying to have him submit to the tyranny.

Hooo! Chen Fan took in a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly shone incomparably sternly.

“Heaven Piercing Thrust!”

“Northern Star Reaper Hand!” Chen Fan thrust his palm forward.

Rumble!

The fabric of space seemed on the brink of tearing apart, emitting a deafening roar. A palm imprint with only three fingers materialized in the air.

Star qi twisted and coiled around the three fingers, revealing ancient inscriptions that spelled out “cripple,” “destroy,” and “absolute.” Each character exuded an overwhelming power and aura.

Pop, pop. Pop, pop, pop...

Rumble...

With the Northern Star Reaper Hand unleashed, massive waves of energy surged, creating a whirlwind in space. They swept forward like a tidal wave, obliterating everything in its path.

The punch and the palm strike collided, resulting in another earth-shaking explosion.

Boom, crack!

Terrifying ripples from the attack spread in the air, piercing through space. Outside the battlefield, Xu Jing, Yan Hong, Li Wangsheng, and the others were all horrified.

Boom, boom. Boom, boom, boom...

The punch and the palm seal fiercely collided in the air repeatedly, raising endless hurricanes. The space shook violently as if it would shatter like a mirror.

“Shatter for me!” Chen Fan shouted. The nine illusory primeval vessels inside him erupted at once, his aura surging to the skies.

The power behind Chen Fan's Northern Star Reaper Hand surged dramatically, shattering Yuan Kun's punch with a resounding boom.

Boom, boom!

With no resistance left from the Tyrant Fist, the Northern Star Reaper Hand descended upon Yuan Kun like the hand of fate, closing in to deliver a fatal blow.

“How is this possible?” Yuan Kun spat out a mouthful of blood, flabbergasted. His face flushed red; his eyes trembled, failing to comprehend what his eyes were seeing.

Unfortunately, he had no time to think.

Chen Fan’s Northern Star Reaper Hand was already upon him. That reaper intent made Yuan Kun acutely aware of his impending doom.

“No, you little bastard. How could you possibly be my match?! Illusory core, ignite!” Yuan Kun shouted, driven to desperation by Chen Fan's dominance.

He was the number one core disciple of the Spring Autumn Sect, an expert with a nearly seventy to eighty percent solid illusory core. How could he be defeated by a brat in the Yuanfu realm? That was simply the biggest joke in the world.

Desperate, he ignited his illusory core for more power.

Yuan Kun’s strength climbed higher, nearing the threshold of the Core Formation realm. His terrifying punch tore through space, shattering space-time, and slammed into Chen Fan’s Northern Star Reaper Hand.

Rumble!