I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 738: Chapter Thirty-two: Tang Luo’s Fist

Looking at Tang Luo from head to toe, Bu Chen tried to find any potential weaknesses, but it went without saying that a martial artist with such strength would have a formidable physical form. Perhaps even his full-strength blow would feel like a mere tickle to the other.

Even without revealing any bloodline abilities, how could he possess such a terrifying level of cultivation? Could this guy be the most formidable body technique genius in history?

“This is absurd!” After thoroughly searching for weaknesses to no avail, Bu Chen banished the thoughts of despair from his mind. He knew he had to bring out his trump card.

For the first time, he used the Sacred Martial Secret Technique against Tang Luo, feeling a sense of fate rising within him.

Boiling spiritual power flowed into the spirit array engraved within him. The Sacred Martial Body, one of the strongest techniques of Martial Saint Mountain, was unveiled on the Bifang Mountain battleground.

Bu Chen, already tall and sturdy, was now enveloped in a bright silver halo, resembling an ethereal saint with an emotionless face, like a meditating old monk, his pupils radiating pure white light.

If Saint Han’s Undying Battle Body exchanged suppressed spiritual power for spiritual power immunity, then Bu Chen’s Sacred Martial Body broke the shackles of the human body in exchange for greater spiritual power activity.

Countless amounts of spiritual power float between heaven and earth, and the effect of the Sacred Martial Body allows the human body to connect with heaven and earth, reaching the state of unity with the universe.

Once one is indistinguishable from heaven and earth, the power of heaven and earth is, thus, equivalent to one’s own power. Therefore, the former Martial Saint was known as the greatest Spirit Art master in the human race.

Although Bu Chen had not reached that high stage of unity with the universe, after activating his Sacred Martial Body, the scope of his spiritual power control significantly increased. In this way, he wouldn’t need to worry about his Spirit Arts being unable to damage Tang Luo’s flesh.

With emotionless pupils, Bu Chen opened his hands, constructing spiritual power. Several spirit beast phantoms made of condensed spiritual power appeared around him, merging with each other.

The giant Kun with Peng wings, the Qilin showing its tusks, the octopod Zhu Yan, the three-headed Suanni, the unicorned flame beast, the four-tailed mountain demon…

All the familiar divine beasts had transformed, releasing a fearsome aura. Each monstrous beast was equivalent to a transcendent-level joint attack, with the fiercest ones surpassing the average profound-level Spirit Art.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even the high-standing President, upon seeing this situation, ran to the edge of the 28th platform, ready for anything.

Keep in mind that these dozen fierce beasts equate to a dozen profound-level Spirit Arts. Even a Fierce Realm practitioner would be overwhelmed, let alone a Transcendent Martial Artist.

“It’s not too late for you to admit defeat. Being defeated by the Sacred Martial Body doesn’t mean humiliation!”

Under the backdrop of a dozen fierce beast phantoms, the saint-like Bu Chen spoke. His tone was low and void of emotion, resembling a divine judgment against a sinner.

Tang Luo, who was enjoying the show, had been expecting a second fusion. He did not anticipate that Bu Chen would start to threaten him like this. “Is that all you’ve got after all this time?” He said, expressing his dissatisfaction.

People beneath the stage were taken aback. They hadn’t expected Tang Luo to be so stubborn, refusing to admit defeat before a dozen sets of urged attacks.

“I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth!”

The saint-like Bu Chen still wore an indifferent expression. With a casual wave of his right arm, the eager beast phantoms roared and charged towards Tang Luo!

The giant Kun with Peng wings struck the stage first, easily pulverizing the solid rock platform. The Kun’s shadow shattered spectacularly, the blinding flash obstructing everyone’s vision. But the severe shockwave blasted the fragments in every direction. If it weren’t for the law array protecting the stage, the shockwave would have affected the entire platform.

The experts present had an idea of its power based on the first beast’s impact. Its force greatly surpassed the “Python-to-Jiao Technique”. Yet, there were over a dozen such Spirit Arts!

One after another, the beast phantoms smashed where Tang Luo had been standing, the intense explosions making the entire stage tremble, as if subjected to successive bombardment by fierce realm experts. Which Transcendent Martial Artist could survive under such force?

Even a master of body techniques would not escape unscathed from these concentrated attacks. But why hadn’t the President stopped this? Did he want the challenger to die on the stage?

Are those from Martial Saint Mountain not content with just winning but also seek to kill?

Angry glances from the spectators turned to the President and Line Judges, seemingly questioning why they had not stopped this attack.

However, unlike these spectators, the President and Line Judges looked worried.

“Your Spirit Art is powerful, but you must actually hit me with it for it to be effective. You’re still ten years too early if you want to defeat me!”

Tang Luo, who should have been at the center of the Spirit Art bombardment, had somehow appeared behind Bu Chen. Just as the last beast phantom shattered, he coldly spoke.

Bu Chen, who had fully activated his Sacred Martial Body, only had time to turn his head. He saw the expressionless Tang Luo standing behind him, along with his right fist, drawn back like a bow.

Spiritual power violently surged around him. With the activation of the Sacred Martial Body, a warning from the depths of his heart screamed: If you get hit by this punch, you’ll die!

Faced with a life-or-death situation, the restrictions of the Sacred Martial Body miraculously broke loose. Bu Chen’s control over the spiritual power of heaven and earth suddenly became more efficient. Countless spiritual power was torn and pulled in front of him, forming a Spirit Wall to block the attack.

Even a profound-level Spirit Art would gradually be weakened and dissipated under multiple overlapping Spirit Wall defenses. Anyone seeing this crystal wall would feel secure.

However, Bu Chen’s inner fear had not dissipated in the slightest. Perhaps it was because Tang Luo’s expression was too calm, or maybe the punch was simply too fast.

Suddenly, several Spirit Walls burst beside Bu Chen’s ear, but the punch still carried on without any signs of being blocked.

Despite only being a punch, Bu Chen, who had activated his Sacred Martial Body, didn’t know how to defend against it. It seemed like time had slowed down; he stood immobile, watching the fist gradually approach his chest.

Am I… going to die? Bu Chen couldn’t help but think.

The President and Line Judge at the edge of the stage both moved simultaneously, their power after the second qualitative change forming a wall stopping the punch.

The terror of this punch surpassed both of their expectations. Although it was a hastily formed wall, both of them had been strong practitioners for decades in the Fierce Realm. The President was even at the pinnacle of the Fierce Realm beginning to comprehend the master level.

The wall formed by the two only buffered the impact. Faced with Tang Luo’s irresistible punch, it just bought Bu Chen enough time to cross his hands in front of his chest for a block.

“Boom!”

“Thump!”

The fist slammed into the center of Bu Chen’s crossed arms. The powerful impulse ran through his body like an electric current, making him fly like a fallen star, stirring up a cloud of dust.