The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 130

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

When faced with this plight, Qin Fen wasn't superfluous. He wouldn't be able to get back his sign without defeating them.

Qin Fen had won a one-against-four! He wasn't scared of a one-against-two!

Qin Fen acted very straightforwardly. He rushed upon his foes with the bow-and-arrow step. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art filled his back, causing the muscles there to spring up. His arms used the pulsation of his muscles to stretch fully, making him like an ancient swordsman that met face to face with his enemies on a narrow path!

Whoosh!

His arms were like swords. They tore apart the air before him, cleaving strikes with the power to separate mountains and rivers. It was the Arhat Carries Swords of the fitness exercise of fist forms!

These two people were strong-willed. They didn't evade at all when they saw Qin Fen's move. Each of them brought out their special skills to meet force with force.

Large quantities of true energy was consumed every time pressurization was used with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. Qin Fen repeated fights had caused him to consume great amounts of energy. He simply used unpressurized Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to fight these two.

A burst of fists and feet clashing resonated within the street. Then all sound stopped.

The bodies of the two sect-heads were beginning to turn to nothing. Qin Fen raised his head to cast his gaze at the others. “I just want to get Dragon Hall's sign back.”

The head of the sects that had once held Dragon Hall's sign had their expressions turn dark.

Different positions would lead to different responses when faced with the same words.

In regards to Qin Fen's words that he just wanted to get his sign back. In regards to these sect-holders who once possessed Dragon Hall's sign. If they didn't dare to even fight with Qin Fen and simply handed over the name of the next sect-holder, their cowardliness would be shown, and quite a few sects would come knocking on their door for sect-challenges in the future.

The sect-holders of all these sects knew that Li Mo of Beauty of Rivers and Mountains will soon pay an enormous price for his lack of courage.

The street was silent. Wisps and wisps of battle intent slowly rose from different positions.

Qin Fen raised his head to gaze at all the different spots where the battle intent was coming from.

The sect-holders of all the sects walkout from different locations in silence. One of them even held a sign in his hands. Shockingly, two words were written on the sign—Dragon Hall.

Qin Fen drew in a deep breath. The glow in his eyes increased sharply. He looked at the seven sect-holders with pride. “Y'all. Come fight me together then!”

One man was challenging seven?

This was a fight with everyone on the same level. Just what sort of grandeur did he have!?

The onlookers of the other sects exchanged glances. They studied this man from the rumors. This Thirty-Six Hours who only knew about making money.

Whether Qin Fen wins or loses in this fight, this fight was purely that of grandeur. He was destined to have his fame tower up in the near future! He had already won!

The seven sect-holders cast glances at each other as they raised their legs and stepped into the circle of combat.

“Thirty-Six Hours. Regardless of victory or defeat in this fight, we will return the sign for Dragon Hall back to you.”

“Thirty-Six Hours. Regardless of whether you win or lose, you are a man after this fight.”

“Thirty-Six Hours. You have reached the peak of the four-star level. One-on-one, none of us can be your opponent.”

“Thirty-Six Hours. If you are young, then you will have a limitless future on the dao of martial arts! I am extremely proud to be able to fight with you and give you more experience.”

“Thirty-Six Hours. Please!”

“Please!”

“Please!”

The seven sect-holders raised their hands and cupped them, performing a very serious greeting. Each and every one of them pulled into their individual fighting stance. They calmly stood in place, waiting for Qin Fen to unleash his attack.

A seven-on-one already defied a martial artist's resolution, but Qin Fen was really way too fierce. they absolutely had no chance of winning if they were to fight one-on-one. Everyone could accept fighting seven-on-one, but none of them could be so shameless as to unleash the first strike in this situation where they had the superior numbers.

Qin Fen's blood raced and boiled as he heard their words. The desire to do battle followed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art in coursing through his entire body!

This time Qin Fen didn't use pressurization with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. Whether it was his body or his true energy, none were capable of enduring seven instances of pressurization within a short time period.

Unleash! Qin Fen held nothing back; he caused the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to explode forth with full force! He unleashed it in the exact opposite manner as the energy pressurization method of the Origin Compressing Art!

Bang bang bang bang bang…

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was brought out to its limits without the slightest reservations. Qin Fen's bones echoed crisply with a sound akin to beans exploding. The muscles of his body quickly expanded as well. The large tendons and veins throbbed without end, and the naked eye could even see that his height had been increased by ten centimeters. He grew all the way until a hundred and ninety centimeters in height!

Muscles entwined and weaved, making Qin Fen akin to a masterpiece carved from stone by a master carver.

Qin Fen wielded the unrivaled momentum he possessed before challenging these seven to a fight, and the eyes of the onlookers and his opponents turned into those of demons from hell!

Qin Fen raised his head and gazed at his seven opponents. He made a large strike forward, his waist channeling power to the rest of his body. Every step he took was done with the footwork of the Soaring Cannon. A five-meter radius of the ground beneath his feet gently trembled along with his footsteps.

In a series of footsteps, Qin Fen brought out everything he learned these days about power control. The power he walked with every step was nearly completely identical to each other. Sound followed sound, painting a scene that was akin to the drums of large artillery fire on the battlefield. The sound of rumbling added substantially to his momentum.

“I am deeply honored to be able to fight with everyone.”

Qin Fen's tone was very gentle, and not a single person could feel even a hint of arrogance in his words. The footwork of the Soaring Cannon had a power that was far too shocking. Everyone could feel that Qin Fen's momentum and aura were changing. The demonic aura was gradually transforming into an aura where only he reigned supreme.

The same thought flashed in the minds of the seven sect-holders. A four-star martial artist was actually able to generate an aura where only he reigned supreme? Was this a dream? He wasn't a master, nor was he a grandmaster. How was it possible for him to form such an aura?

The master of theory among the figure of light had taught Qin Fen to propel is aura and momentum before any fight. This was the first time that Qin Fen truly felt the purpose of this. It turned out that not only could one's aura be used to intimidate opponents, it could also propel one's own battle intent and mind to great peaks.

“Make a move!”

Someone of the seven sect-holders suddenly yelled, and seven figures pounced upon Qin Fen in unison.

Nobody had wanted to take the initiative to attack, but it was no good if they really didn't make a move. Qin Fen's aura continued to rise, his simple words were able to make his aura change in quality. If they were to let Qin Fen's aura to continue to climb, the seven sect-holders were really scared that they would lack the courage to even make a move and simply concede.

Grasping any opportunity to attack an opponent's confidence: this was the result of Squad Leader Hao's theory combined with the master of theory's teachings on aura and momentum. In the instant the fight had just begun, Qin Fen had a new improvement over the understanding of the word ‘Martial'.

Such an improvement wouldn't cause a change in true strength, but it brought unknown changes and developments. He would gain enormous benefits from it.

The seven sect-holders made their moves at the same time. The air screamed with the sound of friction, sounding like the assault of a typhoon when it reached people's ears.

Qin Fen stood quietly and a special feeling he had never before felt spread through his entire body.

Each person clearly only had two eyes. There was a limit to the things one could see. When faced with seven sect-holders, it should be impossible for Qin Fen to detect all their movements at the same time.

However, Qin Fen discovered that he could really see the movements of the seven people quite clearly! Perhaps it was better to say that he didn't see them; he felt them!

He could feel the movement speeds, arrival times, the sort of attack methods to be used, and the targeted locations of attack of each and every one of his opponents.

Qin Fen was able to achieve such a state in the past in one-on-one fights and even one-on-two fights, but any more was different. Qin Fen had speculated that even if he was in a state where his essence, energy, and spirit were at their peak, he would find it impossible to capture the entirety of the situation.

However, it was in this current state, where he had exhausted a considerable portion of his strength and his senses should be at their lowest, that Qin Fen found himself to be like an omniscient and omnipotent emperor on the battlefield. He could clearly grasp all the attack trajectories of each of the seven foes.

Other people might see the speed of these seven people as identical, but Qin Fen could easily tell their order of priority, as well as that he was the most dangerous opponent among them.

The first to arrive was the sect-holder of the South Pole Sect. When they met face-to-face, the sect-holder unleashed a punch toward Qin Fen's chest! His fist was like a normal person's hand. Not a hint of fierceness and toughness could be seen. It was a normal Karate straight punch.

When faced with the simple and ordinary straight punch, Qin Fen didn't choose to meet force with force like he had in the past. He simply chose to strike with the Flood Fist's White Clouds Loom Above. He took a step forward and raised his hands into a stance. The grand and fierce power caused his opponent's fist to fly off to the side, and his left hand made use of the force to rumble with a Level Heart Cannon. He smashed toward his opponent's chest.

“I'm screwed!”

The sect master of the South Pole Sect had his arm blasted away, causing to lose quite a bit of balance with his body. His entire chest was exposed completely bare before Qin Fen. He was unable to perform any sort of counterattack whatsoever. It was only then that he realized he underestimated Thirty-Six Hours' strength of vision.

South Pole Sect's sect master had calculated that Qin Fen would advance courageously and would certainly meet force with force! This sect master didn't cultivate in a paleo martial art. He cultivated in a neo martial art! Divine South Pole Art!

A machine that shoots out nitrogen had been implanted within his body via surgery. In the instant the extremely cold nitrogen is unleashed and forcefully enters an opponent's body, not only can the opponent's blood be frozen, it can freeze the opponent's true energy at the same time!

The sect master of the South Pole Sect never planned on beating Qin Fen. He simply wanted to seal off Qin Fen's blood and energy when force met force even if he would lose. He wanted to manufacture a chance to win for the other six sect-holders.

However, he had neglected Qin Fen's experience. This was Expert Mouth-Shooter who had observed several thousand fights. Though he didn't have many chances to fight in practice, his experience was already on a level that ordinary experts were unable to achieve.

At the same time, the sect master of the South Pole Sect had underestimated Qin Fen's power even further. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art nearly sent his entire body flying into the air.

The fist that was akin to an artillery shell exploded heavily upon the chest of the South Pole Sect's sect master. In an instant, it was as if something was propping up his entire back. In the next second, his entire back was blasted completely away. As his body tumbled and fell through the air, every onlooker realized something amidst their shock. There was an open hole, a bit larger than a fist, in the chest of the sect master of the South Pole Sect.

The sect master of the South Pole Sect looked at the open hole in his chest. He remained unwilling to his fate even as his body slowly faded away. He should have known not to use a simply straight punch to act as bait and instead use the Fist of the South Dipper's Six Stars in combination with the Divine South Pole Art.

In a flash, Qin Fen had executed a lightning-fast block and a Level Heart Cannon. The time it took Qin Fen to perform these actions didn't even take a second. He simply struck the South Pole Sect's sect master, who possessed menacing and enormous power, dead.

It was just that he didn't have the time to reflect upon this simple strike. There were five more sect master's upon his flank now. The remaining sect master was cunning like a wolf, standing outside the circle of combat from beginning to end. This sect master waited patiently in observation, preparing to execute the final and true killing blow of a move.

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