CHAPTER 415: CHAPTER 268 DIVINE FIRE SWORD (2)

The approaching heat grew more intense, and Luo Chen couldn’t help but frown slightly, but he didn’t retreat. He gripped his longsword tightly, preparing to meet the powerful punch head-on. The man’s face, illuminated red by the flames, showed a few traces of a crazed smile, as if he had already foreseen Luo Chen’s defeat.

At that moment, Luo Chen slanted his sword, meeting the man’s powerful punch at an unbelievable angle and speed! In an instant, sparks flew, and the rumbling was deafening. Luo Chen felt a sharp pain in his hand, as his longsword was blasted into the air and landed on the ground not far away.

The three fireballs on the man’s right fist kept changing positions, generating an extraordinarily strong impact force. Without the support of his longsword, Luo Chen could only retreat and block with his fists. However, being unskilled in boxing, he was clearly no match for the man. Every punch exchanged made Luo Chen’s arms ache, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Finally, during a fierce confrontation, the man’s right fist suddenly crashed into the space between Luo Chen’s raised arms with a boom. Luo Chen let out a scream of pain, feeling as if his arms were about to break. A murderous intent flashed in the man’s eyes as he seized the opportunity to pursue, his right fist with only one remaining fireball suddenly changed direction and smashed hard into the ground!

With a loud explosion, a crack opened on the ground, and the fireball exploded underneath, sending a cloud of dust and debris into the air. Luo Chen was shaken by this massive impact, stumbling back until he fell to the ground. Struggling to get up, he found his arms were numb and useless, unable to muster any strength.

The man looked coldly at Luo Chen, who had fallen to the ground, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He slowly approached Luo Chen, preparing to deliver the final fatal blow. However, at this critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side, standing in front of Luo Chen.

This figure was none other than Carefree Meng Lan, whom Luo Chen had rescued earlier. She held the longsword, her eyes firmly on the man, ready to fight. The man paused momentarily, clearly not expecting someone to intervene. He let out a cold laugh and swung his fist towards Carefree Meng Lan. However, Carefree Meng Lan was unafraid, gripping her longsword tightly and engaging the man in battle.

With Carefree Meng Lan’s help, Luo Chen finally had a chance to catch his breath. He struggled to stand up, watching the fierce battle before him, filled with gratitude and respect. He knew that his escape from danger this time was thanks to Carefree Meng Lan’s timely intervention. At the same time, he vowed to himself to work hard to improve his strength, so as to better protect himself and those around him.

With a loud bang, the ground suddenly collapsed, as if an invisible giant hand had fiercely seized it from below. Flames roared like raging beasts, bursting into the crust, instantly hurling countless stones, scattering gravel, and raising dust. This sudden turn of events caused Luo Chen’s heart to tremble with fear, and he kept retreating, trying to avoid the rampant flames and debris.

However, amidst this chaos, a cold voice came from the air: "Die, brat!" It was the man’s voice, filled with murderous intent and arrogance. Luo Chen looked up and saw the man’s legs intertwined, emitting a bright red flame, as if his legs were engulfed in fire. His whole body dove down at a forty-five-degree angle, aiming directly at Luo Chen’s heart!

At this moment, Luo Chen had no way to escape; he realized that only by facing the attack head-on could he stand a chance of survival. So, he shouted with rage, suddenly opening his palms. In his palms appeared violently rotating azure wind waves. These waves rotated at high speed in both clockwise and anti-clockwise directions, like two intertwining vortices, causing the air to suddenly destabilize.

An extremely discordant counterforce suddenly acted on the man’s fierce diving legs, changing the expression on his face. He originally thought this strike would surely kill Luo Chen, but he hadn’t expected that Luo Chen still had such a strange move.

"What is this power?" the man exclaimed in surprise, but it was already too late! In the instant he lost his slight balance, Luo Chen sprang up, rising slightly higher than the man’s slanted dive. Suddenly, from his right palm emerged an azure short blade, seemingly formed by wind, shimmering with a sharp light.

Overlooking the man, Luo Chen’s short blade stabbed out without warning. Instantly, a brilliant bloom of blood exploded in the air! The man let out a wretched cry, losing balance and plummeting to the ground. His eyes were filled with terror and unwillingness, as if he couldn’t believe he would be defeated by Luo Chen.

Bam! The man heavily fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. A mist of blood spurted up from his mouth, staining the ground red, along with his face. The piercing scream echoed in the air, chilling to the bones.