Chen Chuan raised his hand and unbuttoned his jacket one button at a time. The secret ritual he performed had only increased his Strength, but in reality, it had other effects as well. However, the InfluenceSpirit aspects clearly didn't have much effect on Jian Cheng Sheng.

Since it was useless, there was no need for it. So, after unbuttoning all the buttons, he casually tossed the jacket away, letting it drift off with the strong wind.

Seeing that Jian Cheng Sheng was still unwilling to make the first move, he didn't stand on ceremony. Ignoring the renewed gunfire and sounds of battle behind him, he positioned the hilt of his blade at his waist, lowered his stance slightly, shifted his center of gravity forward, and leaped forward, pushing off the ground with his foot.

As he lunged, the white mist rising from his body trailed behind him, creating a torrent of air, giving off an imposing and intimidating aura.

Jian Cheng Sheng remained serious, not underestimating his enemy despite his increased Strength. In fact, Chen Chuan's pressure on him was still present.

However, this time he didn't stay rooted to the spot. Instead, he moved to the side, using his movements to Parry and defend.

When his Strength was insufficient, he could only rush forward to disrupt the attacks, relying entirely on his Skills. But now that he had enough Strength, he could defend in a more normal way. Moreover, after the Essence Blood infusion, his height was now not much different from Chen Chuan's, allowing him to be more composed.

As the two exchanged blows, Chen Chuan could clearly feel that his opponent's overall quality had improved compared to before. Although the Strength he was using hadn't weakened in the slightest, Jian Cheng Sheng was actually able to steadily block it with one hand. This was due not only to Strength but also to the use of Skills.

Unlike the Iron Demon, the sudden increase in Strength didn't make him unable to coordinate his body. On the contrary, they worked well together. Now, he truly had no weaknesses.

After another dozen or so strikes, Jian Cheng Sheng's confidence grew. He carefully felt the Strength of his current body, something he hadn't possessed before, or rather, something he would only possess in the future. But now, guided by higher SpiritSkills, there was no sense of being unable to control it.

This is what I'll be able to obtain in the future.

After once again intercepting Chen Chuan's blade, the two retreated backward again because the distance between them was too close, making it difficult to fully unleash their attacks. Jian Cheng Sheng felt his Spirit and body becoming more and more coordinated. Although this state couldn't be maintained for long, he was sure that as long as he won this battle, even if he returned to his previous state, he could still make rapid progress based on this past experience, reaching heights he could never have reached before.

In fact, the Essence Blood in the blade couldn't be absorbed casually, because excessive Strength would cause his own Mutated Tissue to resist. Only when facing a real opponent, when the Mutated Tissue felt an urgent life-or-death crisis, could it completely ignore this.

Since he was fourteen years old, no enemy had ever given him this feeling. Only Chen Chuan had almost killed him, so he was able to perfectly fuse with this Essence Blood.

He said to Chen Chuan very seriously, "Mr. Chen, thank you." After he won this battle, after killing his opponent, he would definitely give his opponent the respect of a Martial Artist.

Chen Chuan said naturally, "No need to thank me. I should be thanking you instead."

Jian Cheng Sheng was stunned, and then suddenly felt a faint sense of unease, but he didn't know what the problem was.

Unbeknownst to him, the white mist rising from Chen Chuan's body had become even thicker, and when it rose upward, it looked like a wide pillar of smoke, condensing without dissipating in the strong wind. His figure was faintly visible within it.

Since leaving Central City, he had simply been taking medicine and Cultivation step by step. His Strength had been accumulating there, but it hadn't truly harmonized with himself. This was because he hadn't fought a Martial Artist who could truly be considered a strong opponent.

To be precise, no opponent had been able to force him to unleash his full Strength.

At the Academy, he still had Hong Fu as a sparring partner every day, but in Yang Zhi, he naturally didn't have such conditions. Now that such an opponent had appeared, the Strength accumulated in his Mutated Tissue was gradually awakened and began to truly adapt and merge with himself.

He slowly raised the Long Sword in his hand and pointed it at Jian Cheng Sheng.

The opponent's only defending and not attacking made him think of a bow that was constantly being drawn. As long as the bowstring didn't break, it would definitely unleash a powerful blow after being drawn to its limit.

So, it all depended on who reached the limit first.

Jian Cheng Sheng's eyes narrowed. He discovered that Chen Chuan's energy field was expanding outward, with no intention of retracting, and his aura was constantly rising, but he couldn't see any loopholes.

But so what? The Chen Chuan he had seen before was only a void Chen Chuan, merely an unreal phantom in front of him. But in the constant battles just now, he had already constructed a reality Chen Chuan, and he firmly believed that when the opportunity was right, he would definitely be able to kill this opponent with one strike.

In Spirit perception, Chen Chuan moved once again. He shouted loudly and rushed forward. This time, the two were no longer confined to this area but gradually left the National Highway in a rapid exchange of blows. Each collision produced a thunderous sound, and each one exploded with a circle of air.

Vehicles that were a little closer to the side shook. The already cracked glass was constantly shattered.

In Jian Cheng Sheng's eyes, with each full-force Parry clash, the Chen Chuan presented as a phantom and the current real Chen Chuan were faintly Merging, but it was still a little short.

And his Stacked Void Strength was about to accumulate to the Counterattack moment.

After dozens more blows, a Strength suddenly surged from his body. This Strength seemed to come from nowhere, but in reality, it was the rebound after the Mutated Tissue had reached its limit.

And at this moment, the phantom in the depths of his Spirit completely merged with the Chen Chuan in front of him. He knew the time had come. He pulled out his Spirit and unleashed the first strike, and also the only strike, in this battle!

Chen Chuan had been paying attention to the changes in him. At this moment, he suddenly saw that the latter's Biological Field seemed to disappear completely in an instant. His eyes flashed, and his Second Self suddenly Merged with him. Seeing the other side slash at him, he also slashed up with his blade!

The two blades crossed in mid-air with a clang. The blade in Jian Cheng Sheng's hand broke instantly, but his eyes remained unchanged, and the blade continued to slash toward Chen Chuan along its predetermined trajectory.

This strike didn't completely rely on the blade itself, but on the Spirit gathered in one!

The intent to kill is the form to kill!

As long as this strike extinguished Chen Chuan's Spirit, then his physical body would naturally collapse. This strike not only required one's own Spirit to climb to its limit but also required the opponent's Spirit to reach its highest point. Only by breaking through the strongest point could one completely sever all of it.

After the blade's momentum was fully unleashed, although the broken blade didn't touch Chen Chuan's body, the powerful intent of the blade rushed into the latter's energy field and Spirit.

At this moment, a dotted line appeared on Second Self's forehead and extended diagonally to his chest and abdomen, and the entire faded for a moment.

At the same time, Chen Chuan's Snow Emperor Blade, after breaking the other's Long Sword, made a slight adjustment, dissipated the Internal energy coming from it, and then sent the entire blade forward with both arms.

The two stopped at the same time, and the Dust under their feet shook and spread outward.

The severed half rotated a dozen times in the sky before falling, and then pierced into the ground of the wilderness with a soft sound.

Jian Cheng Sheng maintained his sword-swinging posture, looking at Chen Chuan's calm eyes in front of him. He slowly lowered his head and saw the Snow Emperor Blade piercing through his heart and protruding halfway from his back.

Bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his Skin also began to ooze blood, spreading on the White Robe outside his body.

The previous strike had exhausted all of his Spirit. If he failed to kill his opponent, then his spirit would dissipate on its own. At this moment, he was only left with an empty shell.

He said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, teacher, discipile's path ends here." With a trace of regret, he slowly closed his eyes and then became silent.

Seeing this, Chen Chuan pulled out his blade backward. Jian Cheng Sheng's body was pulled and fell forward to the ground. Soon, the overflowing blood stained the ground red.

He raised his hand and looked at the Snow Emperor Blade, which conveyed uplifting Thought, and then looked at Jian Cheng Sheng's corpse. In just a moment, his figure gradually withered and returned to its original appearance.

He pondered for a moment. The previous strike was indeed very powerful. Aside from the Internal energy on the blade, it could be considered an attack that annihilated Spirit.

However, the other party didn't seem to have used it to its full potential. After the blade broke, at least more than half of its Strength was lost. Judging from the damage suffered by Second Self, it seemed that he could barely withstand it with his accumulated Steady Spirit.

He looked up and forward. Consultant Yao was fighting two enemies alone. Looking at his current state, he had suffered a lot of injuries and looked a little embarrassed, but overall, he was still able to maintain the situation.

The Secret Cult bureau jacket he was wearing, as well as the ritual set up in the field, were enough to cause Senses confusion to those who broke in. Although the two opponents could resist to some extent, they could not avoid being slightly Influenced.

And sometimes, just a little deviation could cause them to miss an opportunity, so he narrowly avoided fatal attacks each time.

Just as Chen Chuan looked over, the three of them sensed it and glanced in this direction. Consultant Yao immediately showed a look of surprise, while the other two narrowed their eyes, not intending to entangle any further. After forcing Consultant Yao away with a few moves, they quickly withdrew and fled in different directions.

One of them even threw a flying knife toward Chen Chuan from a distance of a mile.

Chen Chuan raised his blade and casually deflected it, then stopped looking at this person and turned to another fleeing person, stepping forward and chasing after him.

Seeing that Chen Chuan was not chasing after him, the Martial Artist who threw the knife was overjoyed and ran quickly into the distance. But after only a few steps, he suddenly clutched his abdomen, staggered forward, and then involuntarily knelt down, vomiting blood profusely.