Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 343 - Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes

“You know my body cultivation technique?” Chen Fan was shocked.

The white light elder wasn’t in a hurry to attack and explained with a smile, “Of course. The Myriad Elephants Divine Art originally belonged to our divine palace. I didn’t expect you to obtain it or cultivate it to such a level. Not bad at all.”

“During ancient times, many of our disciples practiced it, but only a handful made significant progress. Finding someone at the level you've attained was even rarer, akin to finding a phoenix feather or a qilin's horn.”

Chen Fan nodded.

“Senior, you said that there’s a treasure in the eighth stage that can help me break through...” Chen Fan’s eyes flickered in anticipation.

He had cultivated the Myriad Elephants Divine Art to the peak of the ninth layer, but he had no idea how to advance to the next level—the Divine Strength realm.

“That’s right. The reward for the eighth stage is a Nine Sun Divine Lingzhi. It possesses powerful properties for body tempering and can help you advance,” said the white light elder.

Chen Fan nodded and said, “Many thanks for letting me know, Senior. Since that is the case, I must challenge the eighth stage.”

“Haha, kid, you need to get through this old man first to challenge the eighth stage.” The elder chuckled lightly. He pounced fiercely at Chen Fan.

“Fight!” Chen Fan shouted. His aura surged, ferociously stabbing out with his iron spear, piercing through heaven.

Rumble!

Chen Fan and the white light elder engaged in a fierce battle.

As could be expected of an ancient great figure, the silhouette’s usage of martial skills and qi were top-notch despite it only being a trace of the elder’s will.

He managed to block all of Chen Fan’s fierce attacks while utilizing minimal qi. Moreover, his counterattacks came from incredibly deceptive angles, flustering Chen Fan.

“Impressive! Truly impressive!”

Chen Fan’s shock grew the longer he fought.

Logically speaking, this silhouette wasn’t as strong as Qiu Beihai. If Chen Fan had to face Qiu Beihai, he was seventy percent confident that he could kill him.

However, the elder possessed astonishing combat strength despite his cultivation being inferior to Qiu Beihai. Chen Fan could not overcome him anytime soon, constantly thrown off balance by his counterattacks.

“Alright, I don’t have to defeat him immediately. I can use him as a grinding stone, identify my weaknesses, and improve my combat techniques and experience.” A brilliant light flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes.

He couldn't afford to miss such a valuable chance to gain practical combat experience.

Fifty moves.

A hundred moves.

Five hundred moves.

A thousand moves.

......

The entire light dome crackled with intense qi fluctuations as Chen Fan and the elder continued their exchange. Fierce winds whipped around relentlessly, emitting mournful whistles.

Qi stormed constantly, causing explosions that resembled bursts of fireworks.

Throughout his fight with the elder, Chen Fan gradually identified his shortcomings and diligently worked to improve in those areas.

“Haha, you're quite something, using me as a grinding stone.”

As their battle progressed, the white light elder keenly observed the changes in Chen Fan, and a glint of approval shone in his eyes.

“Thank you, Senior.” Chen Fan smiled.

They exchanged another thousand moves, and the elder finally noticed something was amiss.

“Kid, your primeval force is so robust. You’re really not simple.”

Chen Fan was using the elder’s strength to hone his martial arts, and they had exchanged two thousand moves by now. If it were any other ninth-level Yuanfu realm martial artist, they would have exhausted their reserve of primeval force long ago. Yet, Chen Fan remained at peak condition, defying all common sense.

“Please excuse me, Senior!”

He had significantly improved, so he concluded that continuing the fight any longer would not serve any purpose.

He suddenly unleashed his cultivation, setting off a wave of fierce wind.

In the next move, the silhouette of his iron spear transformed into a black hole, revealing the nightmarish scene within.

A group of shadowy figures clad in oversized black garments, resembling underworld gods, emerged, ready to reap souls.

“Oh boy!” Chen Fan's sudden shift in tactics caught the white light elder off guard. Reacting swiftly, the elder mobilized his cultivation and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

“Great Brahma Sacred Palm!”

A golden palm seal materialized, adorned with the Buddhist swastika symbol. It seemed like the palm of the primogenitor of Buddhism, with boundless golden light and the ability to suppress all evil.

The qi could swallow mountains and rivers, sending crumbling rocks flying around.

This palm strike was an absolute killer move. The technique was grand, and its strength was great.

Clang!

The collision between the iron spear and the palm seal was thunderous. The impact caused the iron spear to bend, and a formidable force threw Chen Fan backward.

“Break!” Chen Fan roared and summoned his strength once more.

Power surged within him like a torrential flood or a volcanic eruption, seemingly endless. Behind him, the majestic sight of ancient wild elephants trampling through space manifested.

With a final burst of effort, the Great Brahma Sacred Palm began to falter. Numerous cracks appeared on it.

Crack, crack. Crack, crack, crack...

Ultimately, the palm seal shattered to pieces and dispersed into nothingness.

Boom tch!

“Congratulations, kid. You’ve passed.”

A fierce windstorm raged between Chen Fan and the elder. The terrifying fluctuations of that storm could even make experts at the ninth level despair.

Meanwhile, cracks began to appear on the elder's face.

Light rays shot out from those cracks. And as his voice fell, the cracks covered him, and he shattered.

Swish!

The wooden box on the white jade altar flew over automatically and floated in front of Chen Fan.

It then opened on its own, revealing its contents with a soft sound.

Click.

It was a martial arts manual.

“Upper-profound tier martial skill, Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes!”

Chen Fan picked up the manual and flipped it open. It was a martial skill for spears.

Although its tier was not as high as Northern Star Reaper Hand, Chen Fan noticed that its attack power would not be much weaker than Northern Star Reaper Hand’s if he could attain complete mastery.

“Good! Very good!”

Chen Fan revealed a smile full of satisfaction.

Northern Star Reaper Hand was a life-saving ace in the hole. Although powerful, its consumption of primeval force was enormous.

However, when practiced to complete mastery, Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes’ power wouldn’t be much weaker than Northern Star Reaper Hand. Still, its consumption of primeval force was only a third in comparison. It was very suitable for his current cultivation level.

Chen Fan put away the Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes. Immediately, the space before him changed. He arrived at the eighth stage.

A faint laughter rang out. “Kid, we meet again.”