Chapter 794
: The Final Battle!
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As the two on the island began their initial battle, the water rippled outwards from the main peak of Falling Star Mound, transforming into three-foot waves that crashed against the ship's side with a loud thud, causing the entire fleet to sway from side to side.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Dingbian and Xu Da issued orders for everyone to hold onto the masts of the ship tightly to avoid being pushed into the water by the giant waves.
"Hold on tight!"
The two gave the order, and the soldiers responded immediately, but their eyes never left the main battlefield, where Chen Jie was exchanging blows with Zhu Chongba.
Chen Jie looked at Zhu Chongba and said, "Brother Chongba, it seems like it's been a long time since we last fought since we parted ways in Lin'an Prefecture. In that case, let's warm up first."
Chen Jie took the first step.
There was no sound, but the entire main island of Luoxingdun sank three inches.
The stone step beneath his feet, forcibly pressed out by the qi, instantly turned to dust. Before the dust settled, he had already appeared three zhang in front of Zhu Chongba, his right palm thrusting out flatly.
This palm strike was devoid of any fancy moves, and even very slow, so slow that even a soldier with only rudimentary skills could clearly see the trajectory of his hand: his five fingers were slightly bent, his palm was slightly concave, and the edge of his palm shone with a dark golden luster, like the scales of an old dragon under the setting sun.
But in that slow push, the space behind Chen Jie distorted. It wasn't a visual illusion; it was a real spatial collapse. The light behind his palm bent, forming a strange black hole. From within the black hole, a faint dragon's roar could be heard, deep and desolate, as if it came from the ancient wilderness.
This reflects Chen Jie's deeper understanding and application of the Eighteen Dragon-Capturing Palms after reaching the fifth level of the Melting God realm.
"Dragons fight in the wilderness!" Chen Jie's voice was not loud, but it drowned out all the noise in the world.
Palm strikes.
There was no gale, no air explosion, and not even the sound of the palm force cutting through the air, but when the palm was halfway through, the space in front of Zhu Chongba began to "melt".
This is not a metaphor; it's the actual physical phenomenon of air melting into a viscous liquid, within which light is distorted and broken.
The red jade-like stone steps beneath Zhu Chongba's feet cracked inch by inch even before the palm force arrived, with scorching magma seeping from the cracks—not real magma, but the stone being "burned" into a molten state by the palm force!
What's even more terrifying is the range of the palm strike. It was just one palm strike, yet it covered a fan-shaped area ten feet in front of Zhu Chongba and five feet to the left and right.
Within this area, everything was crumbling: the stone steps turned to dust, the dust to vapor, and the vapor to nothingness. It was as if this palm strike wasn't an attack, but rather the "deletion" of this space.
"it is good!"
Seeing this, Zhu Chongba secretly thought, "Excellent!" Chen Jie's palm strike, seemingly the simplest of the Eighteen Dragon-Capturing Palms, was actually quite complex. It contained a deeper understanding of the technique and demonstrated the mastery of space by a fifth-level Fusion God cultivator—the distorted black hole and the powerful range of his palm strike were precisely manifestations of a fifth-level Fusion God's application of spatial laws.
His strength has reached the fifth level of the Fusion God realm, and he can use even the simplest martial arts to turn the rotten into the miraculous!
With a palm strike, a dragon's roar and spatial pressure came together, striking Zhu Chongba.
Zhu Chongba did not retreat a single step. He didn't even move his body. He just looked at the slowly pushing palm, at the space that was "melting", and at the black hole behind Chen Jie's palm that was swallowing light.
Then, he raised his right hand.
It's not extending your palm, it's "joining your hands in prayer".
He gently clasped his hands together in front of his chest, like an old monk bowing to Buddha.
When he made this simple movement, the floating red dots around him suddenly stopped, not stopped, but froze, as if time had been frozen at that moment. The dots hung in mid-air, and even their rotation stopped.
Then, he separated his palms.
Raise your right palm vertically, facing forward, with your five fingers naturally extended.
This gesture is very ordinary, so ordinary that every Buddha statue in any temple uses this hand gesture. But the moment he pushed his palm forward, everyone "saw" it—not seeing light, but seeing "existence".
Something suddenly "grew" out of the space in front of Zhu Chongba that was "melting".
It is not a physical entity, but a phantom: first the outline of the lotus platform, then the petals, and then the Buddha's image on the lotus platform.
The Buddha's shadow was faint, just an outline, sitting cross-legged with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes.
But the moment the Buddha's image appeared, the "melting" space stopped collapsing.
No, it's not a stop, it's a "reversal".
The melted air re-solidified, the broken rays of light were reconnected, and the stone steps that had turned into magma cooled, solidified, and returned to their original state.
The entire process was silent, yet it carried an undeniable "reason"—as if it were the very law governing the universe, and Chen Jie's palm strike was merely a temporary "mistake."
"The first move of the Tathagata Palm," Zhu Chongba's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears—no, it was directly imprinted in everyone's hearts. "The first glimmer of Buddha's light."
Palm strikes.
It was also very slow. But as he pushed out this palm, the sky behind him brightened. It wasn't sunrise, but the crimson cloud that had been covering his head suddenly split open, and a pure golden light descended from the sky, landing squarely in his palm.
Amidst the golden light, faint chanting could be heard; it was not human voices, but rather the resonance of heaven and earth.
Wherever his palm strikes, all things revive.
The spatial collapse caused by Chen Jie's palm strike melted away like spring snow under the golden light. The dark golden palm stopped a foot away from Zhu Chongba's palm.
It wasn't that Chen Jie wanted to stop, but that he had no choice but to stop.
He felt his palm strike hit a "wall." Not a wall of energy, but a wall of "reason"—something more fundamental and vast, telling him: this path is blocked.
Chen Jie frowned slightly, realizing that Zhu Chongba's understanding of the power of laws was also so thorough.
At this moment, what appeared to be a clash of palm techniques between Chen Jie and Zhu Chongba was actually a clash of their understanding of the laws. Both of them released their martial arts space, which was so large that it directly covered the main peak.
In other words, they were both within each other's domains, so these powers that seemed like divine might were actually released by the two of them using their domains, which meant they were drawing upon the power of heaven and earth.
At this moment, what people are competing with is their understanding of heaven and earth, and their insights are transformed into two palms!
Dragons Battle in the Wild
[The first glimmer of Buddha's light!]
A dull thud.
The two palms collided.
There was no earth-shattering roar. Under the breathless gaze of nearly 400,000 troops on both sides, two hands gently touched together, like old friends shaking hands upon reunion.
Then, the world stood still for a moment.
True stillness—the wind stopped, the water ceased, the clouds condensed, and even the waves stirred up by the shockwave on the lake surface were frozen in mid-air, as if time had been paused.
This moment was very brief, less than one-tenth of a heartbeat.
But this moment was also very long, long enough for Zhu Chongba to see the dragon scale pattern on Chen Jie's palm, and for Chen Jie to see the faint "卍" Buddhist seal on Zhu Chongba's palm.
The stillness was broken in the next instant.
Centered on the point where the palms met, a circular shockwave exploded outwards in all directions.
This time, the shockwave was no longer invisible, but a visible ripple of gold and red.
The red ripples were Chen Jie's Dragon-Capturing Qi, which distorted space and disintegrated matter wherever it passed; the gold ripples were Zhu Chongba's Buddha Light, which revived all things and redefined the laws of nature wherever it passed. The red and gold ripples first struck the main island beneath their feet.
The half of the mountain peak beneath Chen Jie's feet silently turned to dust as the crimson-gold ripples swept across it.
It wasn't a collapse, it was "annihilation"—stones, soil, all matter decomposed into the most primordial dust, then swallowed by the ripples. In just three breaths, the thirty-zhang-long mountain beneath his feet vanished. It didn't sink to the bottom of the lake, but was forcibly erased by the martial arts space.
As the golden ripples swept across the half of the mountain beneath Zhu Chongba's feet, it began to "grow." Crimson stone steps extended upwards, and new rock formations "grew" out of thin air. They weren't moved from elsewhere; they were truly created from nothing—air, light, and trace elements from the lake water recombine into rock under the Buddha's light. In three breaths, the island beneath his feet expanded tenfold, forming a crimson jade platform a hundred feet in diameter.
With one ebb and one flow, the shape of the main peak actually changed. What power this is to be able to transform nature!
And this is the power of the fifth level of the Fusion God, the power that is closest to that of a terrestrial immortal!
The mountains were destroyed and reborn, while the terrifying aftershocks swept across the lake.
This time, the nearly 400,000 troops on both sides were prepared—or rather, the lessons learned from the previous shockwave made them instinctively lower their bodies and hold onto fixed objects.
But this time it was different from the last time's "gentleness".
The powerful aftershocks swept by, as if the end of the world had arrived. The waves rose to the height of a five-story building and crashed down on both warships like high-pressure water cannons. The people on board were immediately hit by this terrifying force, and with a loud bang, countless soldiers were swept away by the waves.
Even worse, some were directly thrown out by the waves and fell into the water, with screams and cries of alarm filling the air.
And this was just the first wave; the second wave seemed to be slowly building up, appearing even more terrifying than the previous one.
The soldiers of both armies were stunned by the horrific sight.
What terrified them even more was what kind of monsters were fighting on the island. This was just the aftermath; what a shock it would be if they were right in the middle of the battle!
This is no longer martial arts.
This is a miraculous power that can change the world.
This is a power that no ordinary person should possess!
Jin Yanzi lay sprawled on the wreckage of her "Azure Phoenix," her bronze demon mask shattered, revealing a pale yet undeniably beautiful face. She cultivated the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra," granting her a far greater sensitivity to the power of heaven and earth than ordinary people. At this moment, she clearly sensed that with each exchange of blows between the two, they were "modifying" the laws of that world.
Although it was small, covering only the main peak area, it was already astonishing enough.
This is no longer the martial arts they understand; it must be something on a higher level.
She didn't understand; all she knew was that it might be the theoretically invincible thing mentioned at the end of the Mysterious Maiden's Heart Sutra, the Law of Heaven!
"Holy crap, is this even human?"
Ding Pulang was clinging to the mast when the prayer beads he used for prayer broke, leaving only a rope. He had traveled all over the country with Peng Yingyu and had seen a lot of the world, but he had never seen such a terrifying battle before. It was beyond his comprehension.
How could a person be so fierce?
At this moment, Ou Puxiang stared wide-eyed and said, "My lord, your strength is definitely far superior to our master's now."
Upon hearing this, Ding Pulang said, "Nonsense!"
Zhang Dingbian was probably the busiest. The aftershocks of their battle were so terrifying that he immediately shouted, "Retreat! Everyone, listen to my command! The rear guard becomes the front guard! Retreat from this area immediately! This area is no longer safe!"
"Use all remaining speedboats immediately to rescue the sailors who have fallen into the water."
"withdraw!"
Zhang Dingbian immediately ordered a retreat, and the same thing happened to Xu Da. Xu Da also made the right choice immediately: to retreat. They absolutely could not stay in this area of water!
Both sides frantically withdrew their troops, while on the island...
At the main peak, Chen Jie withdrew his palm and retreated.
He took three steps back, looked at Zhu Chongba and couldn't help but exclaim, "What a magnificent Tathagata Palm! What you've comprehended is actually the Reverse Life Technique!"
"The number one palm technique of Buddhism is indeed worthy of its reputation."
Zhu Chongba also withdrew his palm. Two deep footprints were left on the red jade platform beneath his feet—not from his own force, but from the "wounds" left by Chen Jie's palm force through the Buddhist light during the exchange of blows.
"The Eighteen Dragon-Capturing Palms are not bad either." He looked at his palm.
The swastika symbol flickered uncertainly, as if it might vanish at any moment. "Legend has it that this palm technique was created by Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, and possesses the power to capture dragons and subdue tigers. But I think even Qiao Feng couldn't defeat you now. You've truly popularized this palm technique!"
"you are welcome."
Chen explained.
Zhu Chongba said, "I just didn't expect that your spatial comprehension would be annihilation. This seems inconsistent with your Four Seasons Celestial Phenomena Technique!"
Chen explained, “The way of Heaven is unpredictable. There is life, but there is also destruction. I am just showing the cruel side.”
After speaking, the two stood facing each other, neither of them harboring any murderous intent, only the joy of meeting a worthy opponent. People are afraid of loneliness. The day he became the best in the world was the loneliest time for him. Now that they could still be opponents, it was quite an interesting thing.
"Continue?" Chen Jie asked.
"Again!" Zhu Chongba raised his hand.
Chen Jie nodded, and then suddenly made his move.
"The Eighteen Palms of Dragon Capture - Dragon Appears in the Field!"
Chen Jie crossed his hands in front of his chest, left hand on top and right hand on the bottom, palms facing each other, and slowly pulled them apart. As he pulled his hands apart, a huge phantom of a dragon claw emerged from the dark clouds. It was not a complete dragon, but just a claw, which was a hundred feet in size and covered the entire sky above Falling Star Mound.
The dragon claws were pitch black, with a cold glint at the tips. Each scale was the size of a millstone. The claws slowly pressed down, and before they even touched Zhu Chongba's body, the red jade platform beneath his feet began to crack.
The claws descended straight for Zhu Chongba!
At the same time, Zhu Chongba also moved. He did not look up at the dragon claw that blotted out the sky, but instead closed his eyes.
He clasped his hands together again, then slowly raised them above his head. As he raised his hands, the originally faint Buddha image behind him suddenly solidified by a third, and the Buddha image also raised its hands, its movements completely synchronized with his.
Then, the Buddha's shadow opened its eyes.
The lowered eyes slowly opened, revealing no pupils, only endless golden light that pierced through the dark clouds, tearing a rift in the sky.
Behind the opening, there was not the sky, but the starry sky—a starry sky in daylight, eerie and sacred.
"The second move of the Tathagata Palm—" Zhu Chongba opened his eyes, and golden light burst forth from them as well.
"Golden-topped Buddha Lamp"
He raised both hands to the sky.
The Buddha's shadow's palms steadily caught the descending hundred-foot dragon claw.
This time, there was a sound.
It was the roar of a dragon, the chanting of Buddhist hymns, the crisp sound of space shattering, the booming of laws colliding.
The entire Poyang Lake, spanning 800 li (approximately 400 kilometers), simultaneously erupted with water columns reaching heights of 100 meters.
Meanwhile, the online trolls who hadn't managed to escape far felt as if they were witnessing the end of the world.
"Run! Grab the railing! The wave is coming!"
The soldiers screamed in terror! (End of Chapter)