Chapter 279: Why

Crushed in an instant.

Decisive.

Direct.

Trading injury for injury.

Chen Yan had no intention of fighting Zhan Yu for long; he didn't care at all that the opponent had severely wounded him.

The surroundings were quiet.

High above, Old Chi, disguised as Bing Yi, watched in silence.

Too ferocious.

Who could have imagined that a boy like Chen Yan, who looked extremely handsome and whose physique didn't seem fierce, would have such a brutal fighting style?

Zhan Yu also never expected Chen Yan to be so direct; although he had adjusted his fighting style in an instant, he still couldn't keep up with Chen Yan's rhythm.

Fighting is just like that.

You may have high combat power and many methods, but how you execute them when the fight actually starts is another matter entirely.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

On the ring, Zhan Yu's screams echoed, his whole body looking like a ball that had been punctured with countless holes.

Shredded flesh, blood, and even bone fragments were scattered all over the ground.

If he weren't still howling, everyone would have thought Zhan Yu was already dead by now.

Green smoke was still rising from the various gruesome bloody gashes.

Had those five light orbs, condensed with Chen Yan's violent force, already charred everything inside Zhan Yu's body?

Boom.

Chen Yan kicked out, golden light erupting from his toe, suddenly condensing into a golden footprint that slammed into Zhan Yu's crotch.

Crack!

"Ah!!!"

Zhan Yu shrieked.

"Keep talking, you animal!"

Chen Yan's gaze was sinister as he shouted in a low voice.

"Enough!"

The Goat Deacon appeared in an instant, waved one hand, and a green light enveloped Zhan Yu, throwing him off the ring.

Several staff members hurriedly caught Zhan Yu, who was like a pile of rotten meat, and prepared to provide emergency aid.

"Qingshan Xue, my Tianbei Boxing Tournament is not a slaughterhouse!"

The Goat Deacon shouted in a low voice, looking at Chen Yan at this moment.

The Tianbei Boxing Tournament is a fair combat tournament.

Bing Yi killing Chen Huang was because Bing Yi and Luo Chen had already decided on a life-and-death duel.

On the other hand, it was because of Old Chi.

Old Chi was willing to waive some rules for Bing Yi.

But Qingshan Xue is not Bing Yi; he doesn't have that qualification.

Chen Yan killed that second-ranked Green Jade level fighter because the opponent had attempted an assassination first.

Even if Chen Yan hadn't made a move, the Goat Deacon would have stepped in to execute him.

Behind the Tianbei Boxing Tournament is the Chi Family of the Five Clans.

Only with rules can there be majesty.

But just now, if Chen Yan had really killed Zhan Yu, there would have been a problem.

Others would doubt whether the Tianbei Boxing Tournament was truly fair.

If a Sixth-Order martial artist acting as a referee could watch someone die on the ring, that would be a problem for the Tianbei Boxing Tournament.

The Goat Deacon looked deeply at Chen Yan.

He felt some regret; he hadn't expected the fight to end so easily.

Chen Yan is too violent.

This Chen Yan, how many months has he been on the path of cultivation?

It's ghostly.

If someone said he was a veteran soldier who had been slaughtering on the battlefield for years, he would believe it.

Qinzhou...

There are truly many monsters emerging in Qinzhou this year.

Bing Yi, Chen Yan, Zhu Lili.

And that An Yunan, is he really a genius who has broken through his cultivation limits?

"Chen Yan!"

"Audacious, damn you, are you trying to kill Zhan Yu?"

"Military Guard Chen Yan is too ruthless!"

"Impressive!"

"Holy crap, three million equivalent, three million equivalent in combat value!"

Sounds of rage, shock, and admiration erupted almost simultaneously.

Throughout the entire Tianbei Boxing Tournament, those wearing masks and those not wearing masks all changed color at once.

At the edge of the ring.

Above a line of ciphertext, the combat values of the battle just erupted between Chen Yan and Zhan Yu were displayed.

3,510,000.

3,070,000.

One belonged to Zhan Yu, and one belonged to Chen Yan.

Zhan Yu's combat value was even higher than Chen Yan's, yet he ended up being beaten almost into a pulp by Chen Yan.

High above, Chi Lao, who was disguised as Bing Yi, was also shaken.

This...

What is going on?

The progress is this fast?

On the side of the Aristocratic Family Alliance, Jiang Yuan, fifth on the Heaven's Pride Ranking, and Ma Tianyin, tenth, both had their expressions change drastically.

Ruthless!

Concealing one's strength!

Even Jiang Yuan was feeling suspicious and uncertain at this moment.

He had previously doubted Chen Yan's strength, but now it seemed.

Chen Yan's strength was up to par.

Truly a monster.

How exactly does he cultivate?

He licked his lips; Chen Yan had a great secret.

No.

It was not a great secret.

Everyone knew it.

It was willpower; Chen Yan's willpower was too strong.

What exactly is a willpower that surpasses Lu Xunyang's?

Does he not sleep at all, and fight while cultivating?

Damn?

A monster.

A monster of willpower.

At this moment, almost everyone's thoughts were the same as Jiang Yuan's.

Their first thought was that Chen Yan had a secret; some were suspicious, and some wanted to dig it out.

But upon a sudden realization, wasn't Chen Yan's secret just his willpower?

A willpower that surpasses Lu Xunyang's—how can one dig that out?

It is impossible to dig out.

This is the monstrous aspect unique to Chen Yan.

Others cannot even envy it.

Fear.

"Chen... Yan..."

A shrill, miserable roar rang out.

Zhan Yu had not been carried far from the ring before staff from the Tianbu Boxing Match ran over.

Emergency aid, blood transfusions, and using precious medicines to suppress his injuries.

If they didn't save him now, his life would be in danger.

"Chen... Yan!!!"

Zhan Yu's face was covered in blood, his voice filled with rage and terror, roaring at this moment so that it resounded throughout the entire Tianbu Boxing Match.

On the ring.

Chen Yan was also covered in blood; he was also heavily injured.

His right shoulder was shattered, and there was a deep bloody gash on his neck, with his blood vessels exposed.

Chen Yan executed 【Heaven Patrol】, using his internal force to suppress his injuries.

Intense pain washed over him, but his expression did not change.

Does it hurt?

It was not as painful as the first time he cultivated 【Heaven Patrol】, nor as painful as when he broke through his realm's limits.

Zhan Yu was very strong.

But he had lost from the very beginning.

He did not dare to kill.

The crowd looked at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was also heavily injured; he should leave the ring.

"Chen... Yan!!!" Zhan Yu was still roaring, the tone of that voice leaving everyone stunned.

On the ring, the young man suddenly spoke:

"Continue!"

His voice was cold and hollow, containing not a shred of emotion, but these two words made Zhan Yu, who was off the ring, stop shouting.

Zhan Yu's mouth hung wide open, a surge of indignation striking his mind.

He still wants to continue?

I have already severely wounded you; do you still wish to continue?

Is my strike, to you, unable to withstand a single blow?

Pfft!

Zhan Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, and half of his shattered stomach was sprayed out along with it.

The pain was excruciating, and he passed out.

A deathly silence descended.

No one spoke.

Does Chen Yan intend to continue?

It is a bit too dismissive of the opponent.

Zhan Yu's explosive combat value was, after all, higher than Chen Yan's.

The reason Zhan Yu lost was because he did not expect Chen Yan to fight like this.

If this continues, the next person will not give Chen Yan this opportunity.

Who is next?

The crowd's gazes shifted and landed on Ma Tianyin.

Ma Tianyin, a prodigy of the Aristocratic Family Alliance, tenth on the College Entrance Exam Prodigy Ranking, and twenty-fifth at the Purple Jade rank.

Just a moment ago, he was still saying that Chen Yan had absolutely no strength to fight him.

Now, Chen Yan has taken down Zhan Yu in seconds.

Logically speaking, it is Ma Tianyin's turn.

"Are you afraid to come up?"

On the arena, Chen Yan spoke coldly:

"I am already severely wounded, yet you still dare not strike; are you waiting for the future, thinking you will be qualified to battle me then?"

His voice was indifferent.

From a high vantage point, Ma Tianyin's expression was cold and grim.

In the future, will he no longer be qualified to battle Chen Yan?

He is a prodigy!

Ma Tianyin gritted his teeth.

Chen Yan is also a prodigy, having attained such strength only months after entering the Dao.

In the future...

In the future, he might truly far surpass Ma Tianyin.

At this moment, everyone else understood it this way.

Even Ma Tianyin thought so.

Chen Yan's will is too strong; how exactly was it forged?

But now...

Ma Tianyin smiled.

A very cold and grim smile.

You are inferior to me, you are severely wounded, you are courting death.

"That's enough, Chen Yan."

A figure appeared, wearing a white robe and a golden mask, followed by two figures, one male and one female.

The crowd looked on and immediately recognized them.

"It is Zhang Luobai, and those behind him must be Qiu Changji and Shi Ziqin."

Zhang Luobai is naturally also a fighter in the Heavenly Canopy Boxing Tournament.

He has reached the Gold Jade rank and is extremely famous throughout the entire Heavenly Canopy Boxing Tournament.

Except for those with hidden identities, ordinary fighters of the Heavenly Canopy Boxing Tournament are known to the outside world even if they wear masks.

For example, Zhang Luobai; with his signature divine thunder, even if you wear a mask, I know you are Zhang Luobai.

Zhang Luobai looked down at Chen Yan:

"Go back; you are injured, go back and get treated. If you are severely wounded, not being able to participate in the College Entrance Exam would be a major issue."

He spoke in an earnest and well-meaning tone.

The meaning was simple: do not ruin your own future.

Ma Tianyin is much stronger than Zhan Yu.

You ended up like this fighting one Zhan Yu; fighting Ma Tianyin will be even more miserable.

On the arena, Chen Yan did not speak.

His gaze was cold.

He had emotions today.

To be precise, he had emotions at every moment.

Because within his martial Dao pathways, from time to time, another Zhuang Ang, another Zhou Lu, and the sounds of them wailing under the jaws of Ancient Divine Beasts would appear.

Their wills were roaring, screaming.

Yet in this world, the one listening to them is the Master of Will during his youth.

Once one sees these things too often, one becomes numb.

But Chen Yan does not want to be numb.

If he becomes numb, will he turn into someone like Zhou Lu's father?

He is the Master of Will, how could this be?

But if he were not numb, his mind and spirit would be shaken at every moment.

Because...

What he saw in the martial path veins and what Chen Yan encountered in reality created an indescribable sense of tearing within Chen Yan.

Is this truly the same world?

Why are they so desperate?

Why are these people so tall, and why do they stand in the world so openly?

Why?

Even the Master of Will has things he does not understand.

Why?