Chapter 675: This Kind of Fighting

Bang!

When Ye Chen revealed the truth, Yin Zhiping had already stepped forward, shattering a piece of the void. Instead of attacking, he stood there, watching Ye Chen's disheveled figure with a playful and mocking expression.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

Faintly audible were the constant ringing sounds from the Taixu Longjian in his hand, mixed with dragon roars and the intertwining heavenly sounds of the great dao. Occasionally, mysterious visions could also be seen.

"Qin Yu, you should have some awareness by now."

Yin Zhiping's mocking voice echoed endlessly through the heavens and earth, his two rows of white teeth appearing eerily sinister even in broad daylight.

Chi!

Ye Chen completely ignored him, his eyes fixed intently on the Taixu Longjian in Yin Zhiping's hand.

Since he knew that the Taixu Longjian was the token of the Hengyue sect leader, he naturally wanted to seize it by any means necessary. The most straightforward method he could think of was close-quarters combat.

Only in close combat could he have a chance to snatch the Taixu Longjian from Yin Zhiping's hand, as its power would be difficult to unleash at such range.

More importantly, this was Ye Chen's specialty. With his dominant Huanggu Shengti physique, if he managed to get close, it would be a nightmare for his opponent.

Once his strategy was set, Ye Chen flipped his hand to put away the Ba Long Dao and Wu Huang Zhan Mao, then twisted his neck fiercely. He forcefully suppressed the lingering killing intent in his body, allowing his surging vital energy to burst forth.

"Playing tricks!"

Yin Zhiping snorted coldly and stepped forward, his figure moving like a ghost, so fast it left no trace. He reappeared ten zhang away from Ye Chen and struck with a world-shaking sword, aiming to kill him on the spot.

Ye Chen suddenly sidestepped, barely dodging the devastating strike, then shattered another piece of the void with his step as he charged straight at Yin Zhiping.

"Die!"

Yin Zhiping shouted lightly and thrust out a finger, radiating divine light that distorted the surrounding space.

To everyone's surprise, Ye Chen neither dodged nor defended; he took the hit head-on. His chest, which had just healed, was pierced again, creating a bloody hole.

But at that cost, Ye Chen endured the immense pressure and instantly closed in on Yin Zhiping, raising his golden fist to smash forward.

Yin Zhiping's face darkened, not expecting Ye Chen to risk such severe injury to get near him. Now, with Ye Chen's powerful punch coming so quickly at such a short distance, even he had no time to react fully.

In a flash, he hastily raised his hand and pushed out a palm.

However, Ye Chen retracted his fist in an instant, feinting the move. He suddenly twisted his body to avoid Yin Zhiping's palm strike, then landed a solid punch right on Yin Zhiping's chest.

Uh!

Even Yin Zhiping couldn't help but grunt from the powerful blow of the Huanggu Shengti, which shattered several of his ribs.

"You deserve to die."

Yin Zhiping's expression turned ferocious as he swung his sword diagonally downward.

Though the Taixu Longjian's power was overwhelmingly dominant, in this close-range brawl, before he could even complete the swing, Ye Chen kicked him squarely, sending him flying backward. As Yin Zhiping staggered back, each step he took cracked the space beneath his feet.

Whoosh!

Ye Chen moved like a gust of wind, his figure as elusive as a ghost. As soon as Yin Zhiping steadied himself, Ye Chen was already upon him. Without a word, he unleashed a Mad Long Tian Nu strike directly at his head.

Uh!

Yin Zhiping grunted again, caught off guard as the Mad Long Tian Nu roar bombarded his divine sea, making his entire body stagger.

However, protected by the Taixu Gu Long Hun, although Ye Chen's Mad Long Tian Nu was overbearing, it only caused him a moment of daze.

In that brief moment, Ye Chen didn't waste any time.

Roar!

With a mighty dragon roar, Ye Chen's fighting style became bizarre. He lunged forward entirely, his attacks defying conventional patterns—sometimes like a flood dragon, sometimes like a fierce tiger, sometimes like a savage ape, sometimes like a mighty lion. He used grabs, slaps, and tears, employing his hands, feet, knees, shoulders, and even every joint on his body as ferocious weapons.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Each of his strikes was accompanied by beastly roars, interwoven with various visions, making it seem as though he was not a man but a beast itself.

Bang! Boom!

Explosions rang out continuously as Yin Zhiping was caught off guard by Ye Chen's strange close-quarters assault. Although his combat prowess was formidable, his close-combat skills were pathetically weak.

Moreover, the one closing in on him was not an ordinary cultivator but the Huanggu Shengti, renowned for its invincible physical body at the same level.

"This kind of fighting style..."

As Yin Zhiping was forced to retreat repeatedly, he suddenly felt an odd sense of familiarity.

Back when he was not yet the host of Hengyue and was merely the top disciple of the Hengyue outer sect's discipline hall, during the outer sect grand competition, he had been utterly defeated by this very fighting style. The disciple who had driven him nearly mad back then was named Ye Chen.

The scene now was strikingly similar. He had been powerless to counter it then, and he was still powerless against it today.

"Still daydreaming!"

Ye Chen bared his two rows of white teeth, seizing that instant to launch even more ferocious attacks. His golden fists were relentless, each one packed with tremendous force.

"Ah!"

Yin Zhiping roared in fury, continuing to retreat, but for every step back, before he could steady himself, Ye Chen was already upon him. Every time he tried to unleash a secret technique, it was interrupted by the onslaught, causing terrifying backlash.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

As blood splattered everywhere, Yin Zhiping became like a punching bag being wildly beaten, his body covered in fist marks, palm prints, footprints, and wounds.

"This kind of fighting style..."

In the crowd, Ji Ningshuang watched in a daze. How familiar this scene was! Hadn't she suffered a major loss from this fighting style once before? The young man who had left her in such a sorry state was named Ye Chen.

"This... this kind of fighting style."

On another side, Shangguan Yuer's beautiful eyes grew misty as she watched Ye Chen's dominant display. During the three sects' grand competition, she had witnessed this overbearing close-combat secret technique firsthand.

"Yuer, it seems you feel the same way!"

Beside her, Shangguan Bo stroked his beard meaningfully.

"Uncle, and sister, have you both seen this fighting style before?"

Shangguan Han Yue looked at Shangguan Bo and Shangguan Yuer in surprise.

Shangguan Bo said nothing, but Shangguan Yuer lightly pursed her lips.

"My Ye Chen also knows this kind of secret technique."

"How is this even fought?"

As the three spoke, many cultivators around them expressed their astonishment.

"Maybe Qin Yu can pull off a great comeback."

Many stroked their beards and chuckled.

"Yin Zhiping, that fool, is wasting such strong combat power."

Over here, the old Zhuge man couldn't help but curl his lip.

"His combat strength is top-notch, but his close-quarters fighting is terribly sloppy."

"In close combat, that Qin Yu kid seems pretty clever!"

Dan Chen smiled warmly.

"This mysterious close-combat style, combined with the Huanggu Shengti's dominant physique, really brings out a cultivator's full potential!"

"Even if Yin Zhiping's Taixu Longjian is incredibly powerful, he can't use it effectively now."

Dan Yi chuckled leisurely.

"With talent this strong, how about his aptitude in alchemy?"

Dan Chen laughed.

"Can he be stronger than Ye Chen?"

Dan Yi shook his head with a light smile, then turned to Wei Wen Zhuo and the others, saying,

"You knew him before—have you ever seen Qin Yu's true fire?"

"That goes without saying."

Chen Rong Yun replied immediately.

"You wouldn't believe it, but that kid's true fire is seven-colored."

"Seven... seven-colored?"

Not only Dan Chen and Dan Yi, but even Xuan Nu and the absent-minded Luo Xi nearby couldn't help but lift her little head, her big eyes full of surprise.

Amid the discussions, Tong Xuan Zhen Ren's face grew somewhat gloomy. He thought to himself that upon returning victorious, he would personally guide Yin Zhiping in rigorous close-combat training.

In contrast, the other elders of Hengyue felt a special sense of satisfaction.

For some reason, seeing Yin Zhiping inside the barrier getting beaten black and blue by Qin Yu made them feel inexplicably refreshed, almost wanting to jump in and kick him a few times themselves.