Luo Chen’s eyes suddenly narrowed as he clearly saw the young man nad Sima Gun tightly gripping a ball of crackling lightning in his right hand. The lightning hissed and crackled in his hand, as if it could break free and unleash its destructive power at any mont. A fierce wind swept through, blowing Sima Gun’s short brown hair into a wild and untad dance.
At this mont, Sima Gun’s gaze was firmly fixed on the sturdy man before him—his father—filled with admiration and reliance.
"Go and beat that boy for ," the sturdy man’s cold voice shattered the brief silence.
Sima Gun, as if receiving a divine decree, suddenly crushed the crackling lightning in his hand. The hall was instantly filled with electric arcs, illuminating his cold and resolute face.
"Yes, Father." He responded in a low voice, his gaze shifting to Luo Chen, eyes revealing viciousness. It seed that in his eyes, Luo Chen was already a dead man.
Luo Chen felt the intense hostility and disdain, and a strong fighting spirit surged within him. He turned to look at Carefree ng Lan, and upon receiving her affirming nod, he resolutely stepped towards Sima Gun.
At this mont, all eyes in the hall were focused on the two confronting youths in the center. One was Sima Gun, the War God, considered the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Ling Yue Clan; the other was Luo Chen, the Eastern youth rumored to have the ability to defeat the elite of the Ling Yue Family. This duel was undoubtedly going to be an intense and captivating battle.
The crowd watched in anticipation, eager to witness the outco of this clash of fighting spirits. Of course, as mbers of the Ling Yue Clan, the majority of them hoped Sima Gun would erge victorious, defending the family’s honor.
As the two drew closer, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The fierce fighting spirit and lightning power emanating from Sima Gun seed to envelop the entire hall in a storm of thunder. anwhile, Luo Chen appeared relatively calm, his eyes steady and deep, as if ready to face any challenge.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of the crowd holding their breath, the two began to clash. Sima Gun was the first to launch an attack, his movent swift as the wind, appearing before Luo Chen in an instant, delivering a punch to Luo Chen’s chest. However, Luo Chen agilely dodged the strike and counterattacked with a punch aid directly at Sima Gun’s ribs.
Sima Gun reacted swiftly, sidestepping Luo Chen’s attack and sweeping a kick towards Luo Chen’s lower body. The fight between the two imdiately escalated to a fever pitch, with fists and feet flying, lightning and wind intertwining, creating a thrilling battle scene.
As ti went on, the battle between the two grew increasingly fierce. Sima Gun’s lightning power relentlessly ravaged every corner of the hall, while Luo Chen skillfully evaded and countered with his agile movents and proficient combat techniques. With each exchange, the crowd erupted in exclamations and praises.
This battle was not rely a contest of strength but also a test of wisdom and courage. Luo Chen continuously observed Sima Gun’s attack patterns and habitual movents, searching for a breach. anwhile, Sima Gun was also analyzing Luo Chen’s combat style, attempting to find his weakness.
Finally, in the midst of an intense exchange, Luo Chen seized a flaw in Sima Gun’s defense, delivering a heavy punch to his abdon. Sima Gun doubled over in pain, creating a perfect opportunity for Luo Chen. Luo Chen seized the mont, leaping up and delivering a flying kick to Sima Gun’s head, knocking him unconscious.
Sima Gun clenched his large fist, and with a crackling sound, a dazzling burst of lightning erupted, like countless electric snakes wildly dancing. These lights enveloped him entirely, highlighting his fierce visage. Luo Chen stood not far away, montarily stunned by this unexpected turn of events.
"Luo Chen, watch out!" Carefree ng Lan shouted nervously, "He’s about to transform!"
"Transform?" Luo Chen turned to her with confusion, but before he could fully comprehend, the electrified Sima Gun launched himself forward.
At this mont, Sima Gun had transford dramatically. His hair stood on end like the sharp spikes of a hedgehog, glinting with a dim electric light. The upper part of his clothing had been burnt to tatters by the powerful current, revealing firm muscles beneath. However, the most astonishing change was in his eyes; the originally black pupils had turned to pure white, exuding a savage and violent aura.
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