freenovelworld Chapter 331 Fierce Battle
Chapter 331 Fierce Battle
With the awakening of this power, Xu Tian's strength skyrocketed. His aura grew even more powerful, like an awakening prehistoric beast. The surrounding air seemed to be oppressed by his imposing presence, forming an invisible aura. Within this aura, the air became thick and sticky, as if a pair of invisible hands were squeezing everything.
Sun An felt the powerful force coming from Xu Tian, and his expression became even more solemn, like a sky covered with dark clouds. He could sense that Xu Tian was now even more difficult to deal with than before, and the overwhelming pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"You demonic cult monster! If you hadn't absorbed my cultivation, you wouldn't have such strength! It seems I'm truly enforcing justice today!" Sun An shouted. His voice, though firm, also revealed a hint of nervousness. He gripped the long sword tightly, the hilt already smeared with sweat from his palms. His legs trembled slightly, but he remained standing, bracing himself for Xu Tian's even more powerful attack. His eyes burned with the fire of justice. He firmly believed that what he did was for the justice of the martial arts world, even if it cost him his life.
On this chaotic and tense battlefield, everyone harbored their own beliefs and anger. Jian Cang's eyes revealed a hint of panic; he knew the situation was extremely unfavorable for them. But as a renowned Grandmaster in the martial arts world, he possessed an unyielding pride. He stared at Xu Tian, secretly pondering a strategy. Though he was now covered in wounds, he would not give up easily.
"Hmph, even if you become stronger, so what? I won't let you succeed." Jian Cang gritted his teeth, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth. He endured the pain in his body, tried to regulate his breathing, and tried to pull himself together. He gripped the knife tightly in his hand, and the knife trembled slightly in his hand, as if it also sensed the determination of its owner and the difficult situation at this time.
Lin Feng watched all this quietly from the sidelines, his eyes calm and deep, like a bottomless, cold pond. He knew the situation had become more complicated. Xu Tian's awakening of power had made this battle full of uncertainties. He looked at Chen Xiner, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes, a gentleness like a spring breeze, especially precious in this cruel battlefield.
"Xin'er, find a safe place to hide first." Lin Feng said softly. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of concern.
Chen Xin'er clutched Lin Feng's arm tightly, her eyes filled with worry. "Lin Feng, be careful," she said, her voice trembling. She knew the danger of this battle was far greater than she had imagined, but she also understood that staying here would only distract Lin Feng. Under Chen Yu's protection, she ran away, looking back every few steps. Her eyes never left Lin Feng, tears welling in her eyes, she feared this farewell would be forever.
Lin Feng turned his head and looked back at the battlefield. He crouched slightly, like a cheetah poised for action. His eyes were fixed on Jian Cang, not missing a single movement. His mind was rapidly analyzing the situation, pondering a strategy. He knew he had to remain calm and not let his emotions get the better of him, otherwise they would all be doomed.
Sun An stood across from Xu Tian. He could feel the overwhelming pressure from Xu Tian, a force like an invisible mountain, pressing down on him, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, kicking up a cloud of dust. His heartbeat was like a drum, and he could feel his blood coursing through his veins, as if preparing for the impending life-or-death battle.
"I cannot retreat. For the sake of justice in the martial arts world, I must defeat him," Sun An silently said to himself. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his hands still trembled slightly unconsciously. He recalled his experiences in the martial arts world, the difficulties and challenges he had faced, and the heroic deeds of the martial arts masters he admired who fought for justice. All of these became the driving force for his current battle. His eyes became more determined, a manifestation of his persistence and adherence to justice.
"Come on, demonic cult monster! Today is your death!" Sun An shouted, his voice echoing through the air with a fearless aura. He rushed towards Xu Tian, his speed so fast that his feet kicked up a cloud of dust. The long sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the air, like the scythe of the god of death, stabbing towards Xu Tian's chest. This blow condensed all his strength and determination, as if to kill Xu Tian once and for all.
Xu Tian watched Sun An charging toward him, a cold sneer welling up in his heart. His eyes were filled with disdain and anger. He felt these righteous people were so foolish and stubborn. "You self-righteous people, you pretentious righteous people, will never understand my pain," Xu Tian muttered to himself, his voice low and cold, like a whisper from hell. He faced Sun An's attack without dodging or evading, standing still, as if Sun An's attack was nothing to him.
Sun An's eyes widened in anger, blazing with fury. He slowly clenched his fists, the veins in his arms bulging like a entwined dragon, demonstrating his resolve. "Hmph, today I will take down this demonic cult monster!" He roared, and began to gather his true energy. The true energy flowed like a rushing stream, continuously converging on his fists. The light flickered on his fists, as if giving them life.
"Five Elements Fist!" Sun An yelled again, his voice exploding across the battlefield like thunder. He lunged forward, so fast he whipped up a gust of wind. His fists swung through the air, sometimes as hard as diamond, each punch like a mountain bearing down on the enemy, the force of his might seeming to break through all obstacles; sometimes as sharp as thorns, the wind from his fists slicing through the air with a hissing sound, as if slicing through the void; sometimes, they carried the power of ice. When the Ice Fist was unleashed, the surrounding air temperature plummeted, the moisture in the air instantly condensing into ice crystals, which fluttered down. Wherever this punch passed, it seemed as if even time was frozen. Anyone struck by it would be corroded by the bone-chilling force of ice, their body feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their blood frozen.