Chapter 667: Breakout!

Qiao Zhenyu's words fell, and his figure had already moved.

Without any flashy prelude, without any extra probing, he was like a fully drawn strong bow released, charging forward with unstoppable momentum toward Chi Tian Yi Lang.

He clenched his right fist, true Qi gathering on the fist into a layer of pale golden light; the light was not dazzling, but had a jade‑like steady, heavy quality, as if it could bear ten thousand pounds of force without shattering.

Chi Tian Yi Lang let out a cold smile, his expression bearing a condescending disdain.

He stood his ground, both hands swiftly forming seals before him, ten fingers tracing complex, precise paths in the air, the after‑images coalescing into dark gray runes.

The runes swirled around him, like a shield made of ancient script, and like a vast net slowly unfurling.

"Heavenly Absolute Seal Method!"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, carrying a composed confidence.

"Qiao Zhenyu, what do you think you can do to me?"

Qiao Zhenyu's fist already struck the rune net.

The pale golden light on the fist collided with the dark gray runes, emitting a muffled sound like a hammer striking wet wood.

The rune net dented slightly, as if bearing a strong impact, but quickly restored itself, dispersing the force along the net's pattern outward.

Qiao Zhenyu's wrist was jolted by the force, and his body slid back half a step before regaining balance.

He flicked his wrist, glanced at the still intact rune net before Chi Tian Yi Lang, and his mouth twitched.

His body tensed again, true Qi surged rapidly within, and the surrounding pale golden light grew richer.

He stepped forward, his right fist bearing even heavier force, striking the net again.

This time the dark gray runes on the net flickered twice, a few lines showing tiny cracks, but new runes quickly filled them.

Chi Tian Yi Lang's brows twitched slightly; Qiao Zhenyu's force was considerably greater than before, still unable to shake his Heavenly Absolute Seal Method, but the increasing speed gave him a hint of alarm.

In the following dozens of rounds, Qiao Zhenyu seemed to become an inexhaustible pile‑driving machine.

Each of his attacks carried a resolve that burned like jade and stone together.

He fought with full swing, no restraint, each strike using all his strength, caring not whether he would exhaust his stamina.

But Chi Tian Yi Lang always held the upper hand.

His Heavenly Absolute Seal Method integrated offense and defense, capable of blocking all of Qiao Zhenyu's attacks while slipping a palm through the gaps in Qiao's defense.

After dozens of rounds, Qiao Zhenyu bore seven or eight injuries, a strand of blood at his mouth corner; his movements had slowed a bit, his breathing grew heavier.

But Chi Tian Yi Lang's laughter was gradually subsiding.

He noticed a fact that made him increasingly uneasy.

Although Qiao Zhenyu was wounded and his speed had slowed, his strength showed no sign of depletion.

The punches he threw still carried the original heaviness and solidity; he should have been near exhausting his true Qi, yet each lift of his hand still gathered enough weighty force.

Chi Tian Yi Lang's Heavenly Absolute Seal Method blocked those attacks, but he could feel the runes bearing increasing pressure, and the speed of repairing the rune cracks could no longer keep up with the frequency of new cracks.

By the sixtieth round, Qiao Zhenyu's fist struck the center of the rune net, creating a visible crack; dark gray light leaked out from the fissure...

Chi Tian Yi Lang's complexion finally changed; he rapidly formed seals with both hands, trying to mend the crack, but Qiao Zhenyu's second fist followed immediately, striking the same spot.

The crack widened. More dark gray light leaked out, the runes began to dim, and the net's surface showed a spider‑web of fissures.

Chi Tian Yi Lang's pupils contracted sharply. He finally confirmed one thing!

The Heavenly Person Mid-stage Qiao Zhenyu before him was maintaining his power's continuity in a way he could not at all comprehend.

His true Qi was like an inexhaustible spring, each consumption replenishing faster, as if someone behind him continuously poured new strength into his body.

He panicked.

His seal‑forming speed grew erratic, the once‑precise rune paths showing slight deviations, and the Heavenly Absolute Seal Method's defensive strength was rapidly descending.

Qiao Zhenyu seized the chance, his fist bearing even fiercer momentum striking the net's crack—one, two, three blows!

The dark gray net finally gave way, shattering like broken glass, exploding into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Chi Tian Yi Lang lost his defense, his body leapt backward.

On his face finally appeared the expression he thought would never show on his own face!

Fear.

He watched Qiao Zhenyu charge toward him, the fist wrapped in pale golden light drawing nearer in his sight; he could feel the will embedded in that force, a terror beyond mere brute strength.

At that moment, a voice came from the edge of the arena.

"Chi, you're about to lose."

When those two words reached Chi Tian Yi Lang's ears, he felt his heart squeezed.

He saw the pale golden light on Qiao Zhenyu's fist blaze brighter in an instant, like an ignited star, the fist bearing an unstoppable aura, slamming straight into his chest.

Chi Tian Yi Lang's body seemed to explode from within, emitting a muffled thud.

His form shattered into countless fragments of black mist in that instant, the black mist spreading rapidly through the air like ink blown by wind, spreading outward at a speed barely perceptible to the eye.

In an instant, the black mist enveloped the entire arena, then in the next breath contracted sharply, forming a slender black shadow that shot toward the outside of the Training Ground.

Moments later, the black mist completely dissipated.

Chi Tian Yi Lang's figure vanished into the Training Ground's sky, only his final words echoing in the air, a resentful roar as if forced out between his teeth.

"Qiao Zhenyu! Wait for me! I will return!"

The Training Ground fell silent for three breaths.

Then the Stand erupted with a deafening roar of cheers.

Lu Zhanlian stood there, watching Qiao Zhenyu's still upright silhouette at the arena's center, his eyes reddened, a smile at his mouth corner, murmuring a sentence.

"We won... we really won..."

Wu Tongze rushed onto the arena, grabbing Qiao Zhenyu's shoulder, his voice trembling.

"Commander Qiao! You won! You won Chi Tian Yi Lang!"

Qiao Zhenyu merely gave a faint smile, and the next moment, he collapsed with a thud!