The sword is the only one that can lead to enlightenment once a month

Chapter 26: Qianlong Competition, the final battle!
There are many theories derived from this, and the most accepted one is that below the Astral Realm, one relies more on cultivation talent, but after reaching the Astral Realm, artistic conception becomes the mainstream, and one relies more on comprehension talent.

Although nothing is absolute, it is still relatively reasonable.

Now, a genius with insight who has comprehended the highest level of artistic conception is fighting against a genius who has entered the late stage of Baoyuan realm at the age of seventeen.

Although their wins and losses don’t mean anything, it’s still very interesting to some extent and can bring some psychological comfort to those who are not so talented, right?
On the stage, Chen Fan did not act arrogantly and took the first step. He would not let his guard down against this mysterious and powerful opponent who did not appear in the original novel.

The true energy flowed, and a steady stream of true energy gushed out from the three thunder cores in the body and flowed into the limbs and bones. In a short period of time, a powerful and violent force surged out of the body.

"Take my palm, Lei Ming!"

Crackling!

Chen Fan was surrounded by lightning, and the purple light in his hand was extremely dazzling, as if he was holding a purple sun. His figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already behind Xinghen.

“Bang~pop!”

The "Starry Sky Barrier" appeared behind Xinghen in time like a shadow. The Thunder Palm collided with the barrier. In Sikong Sheng's opinion, the barrier, which had almost no defense, only lasted for less than half a breath before shattering like foam.

"So strong!"

Xing Hen's pupils shrank, and his calm expression finally changed at this moment. His aura burst out, and he was actually in the middle stage of Bao Yuan Realm. He turned around and slapped out with his palm, and starlight was surrounding his hand.

boom!
The arena, which was already somewhat damaged due to the previous battle, was directly plowed into a tunnel dozens of meters long. At the end of the tunnel was Xinghen.

On the spot, Chen Fan only took a half step back, and after releasing the force, he turned into a ray of lightning and rushed towards Xinghen again.

"What a violent way of fighting."

In the audience, the eliminated contestants on the Hidden Dragon List looked at the lightning on the arena, their mouths twitched, and they swallowed their saliva unconsciously.

There is no need to figure this out in your mind. As long as they have their eyes open, they will know that if they go up, they may not be able to survive even one attack.

Just that palm strike just now directly penetrated the "starry sky barrier" that Sikong Sheng couldn't break even with his full strength attack, and also knocked Xing Hen away so far.

Talking about Sikong Sheng, Cang Shang looked up in the direction of Xuankong Mountain, only to see that Sikong Sheng had closed his eyes, but from his constantly twitching mouth corners one could tell that he was not in a very good mood.

Obviously, the two of them had not used their full strength when fighting with him before, which was a bit of a blow to him who was always conceited. Xing Hen was fine, as he was three or four years older than him, but what about Chen Fan?
After all, Sikong Sheng was a prodigy that only appeared once in a thousand years in Xuankong Mountain. It was difficult for him to understand how Chen Fan, a guy of the same age, could practice with such a huge gap in ability.

Bang bang bang!
The situation in the arena was one-sided at the moment. Xing Hen was almost unable to raise his head due to the pressure from the lightning transformed by Chen Fan. He had no room for resistance at all. The speed was simply too fast.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Xinghen will lose."

A powerful person in the late stage of Star Realm sighed.

"That's right. Chen Fan specializes in the realm of thunder. His attack power and speed are both unmatched, far surpassing Xinghen. He is even better in realm. In terms of consumption, Xinghen will definitely lose."

"If Xinghen's star state of mind could reach a minor level of success, he might still be able to fight. What a pity."

"Are you kidding? A minor level of superior state of mind is already comparable to a 60% level of ordinary state of mind. Even we are still at this level."

A powerful person at the Star Realm rolled his eyes.

"That's right, haha, the talents of these little guys are really terrifying. Maybe in a few decades, Nanzhuoyu will be their world."

"That's right, that's right!" Those older generation of Star Realm powerhouses exclaimed in admiration, and the battle on the field was about to come to an end.

"boom!"

Xinghen's figure shot out and slammed heavily into the light curtain of the arena, causing large and fine cracks in the curtain.

"Cough cough cough."

Xinghen fell down and half-knelt on the ground. Violent thunder energy surged into his body, destroying his meridians crazily. His blood and energy surged and blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Don't you admit defeat?"

Not far away, purple lightning flashed around Chen Fan, and arcs of electricity were wandering in the void around him, like a god of thunder, looking at Xinghen with indifferent eyes.

Except for a few trump cards to save his life, Chen Fan has almost fully unleashed his full strength. His use of the artistic conception of thunder has reached the pinnacle, and he has integrated it into various martial arts.

He was confident that even if this level of combat power was put into the glorious era of the Nanzhuo Territory six years later when its fortunes soared, he would still be able to rank in the top 20 of the Hidden Dragon List, and would still be a little short of the top 10.

"In that case, I'll give you a ride."

Seeing that Xinghen was still determined, Chen Fan stopped talking. As a fellow prodigy, he understood that once one has made up one's mind, it is difficult to change it. Moreover, for someone like Sikong Sheng, it was okay to admit defeat in a battle where it was completely impossible for him to compete for the first place. It was not that he could not afford to lose.

But in the fight for the top spot, you can lose, but you must never admit defeat!
Chen Fan stretched out his palm, and the gravel on the ground seemed to be affected by some force and began to tremble continuously. An oppressive aura enveloped the arena, making people feel imprisoned. A giant purple palm print gradually condensed in mid-air.

There are two types of Thunder Palm. One is directly attached to the palm and explodes in an instant. It is extremely powerful, but its disadvantage is that it requires physical contact.

The other move is to condense a giant palm of true energy in mid-air. It has less power, but covers a larger area and looks more spectacular.

He could have directly used the more powerful move to defeat Xinghen, but he still chose another one, which could be regarded as giving Xinghen a more glorious ending.

The giant palm is solid, like a real entity, and the palm lines on it are clearly visible.

"Defeat!"

Chen Fan had no expression on his face and slapped down.

"Boom!"

Just as the place where the star mark was about to be covered by the giant palm, a deep blue light ignored the pressure of the majestic momentum, as if it transcended the space, and came in front of Chen Fan in the blink of an eye.

Then it sank into the body.

"You're right, we lost!"

A figure wrapped in a starry gauze dress broke through the giant palm and appeared behind Chen Fan in a flash.

Xing Hen's face was pale, and it was unknown whether he had used some special means, or whether the breakthrough of the giant palm had caused his already excessively consumed true energy to become even more overwhelmed.

But he smiled at this moment, because victory was just around the corner. The starlight in his hand gathered again, and with great pressure, he struck at "Chen Fan."

However, the next moment, the smile on Xinghen's face froze, and his pupils shrank as small as needles, because a hand grabbed his right hand which was about to be raised.

Behind you!
(End of this chapter)