527: middle-aged man

Chan Jie was somewhat surprised by Chen De's initiative to strike.

Was he giving up on himself, knowing he was doomed?

A mere Silver Rank dared to take the lead in attacking a platinum rank; there were better ways to seek death.

Upon reaching Chan Jie, Chen De threw a punch with all his accumulated momentum.

Not to be outdone, Chan Jie met him with a punch of his own.

He could already envision Chen De's fist shattering and his arm breaking under the impact.

Thud!

The moment their fists collided, an incredibly terrifying energy erupted.

Centered at the point of contact, a shockwave exploded outward in all directions.

The final outcome was vastly different from what Chan Jie had imagined.

The scene of Chen De's arm breaking didn't happen; instead, the reality was that Chan Jie himself was blasted back several steps.

Yes, as a platinum, he had actually lost to a Silver in a contest of strength.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

Even though he hadn't used his full power in that punch—only about twenty percent—the opponent seemed to have exerted every ounce of effort.

Yet, in an instant, a massive sense of humiliation swept over Chan Jie.

Was he inferior to a Silver?

No, this matter today must never be known by outsiders.

His shame must remain here today and be thoroughly washed away.

Chen De couldn't understand why his opponent would daze off in the middle of a fight.

Is he an idiot?

For some reason, it felt like the opponents he had encountered recently were becoming increasingly abnormal.

Some were like fools, doing things that Chen De found difficult to comprehend.

But he didn't dwell on it; if he met a fool, so be it.

After all, this was a world spawned in a short time, so it was normal for some things to be underdeveloped.

Taking advantage of Chan Jie's distraction, Chen De seized the opportunity to flee in the opposite direction.

"Heh."

Seeing Chen De's movement, Chan Jie only gave a cold sneer.

If a mere Silver could escape under his nose, how could he continue to hold his head high?

Without a second thought, he charged toward Chen De; Chan Jie's speed was indeed much faster.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between them was halved.

Soon, he successfully caught up behind Chen De, just as his hand was about to grab his body.

Chen De suddenly spun around, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, and delivered a forward slash with extreme speed.

World Shattering Descending Demon Blade!

It was a blade technique, a blade intent, a domain, a cultivation method, it was... therefore, with this current body, Chen De could still perform it.

The black-and-red blade light seemed capable of devouring and dissolving everything.

By the time Chan Jie finally realized something was wrong, it was already too late to react.

Even a timely reaction would have been futile because this strike had a locking effect.

Given Chan Jie's status, his only option was to take it head-on.

He raised his arms to block, but they were sliced off like blocks of tofu, then dissolved into nothingness.

Chan Jie could only watch helplessly as the blade fell upon him, watching death descend.

After the blade light passed, Chan Jie was no longer in the field; he hadn't even left behind a scrap of cloth or a speck of ash.

He was dead, completely gone, with nothing remaining.

At this moment, Chen De also deactivated his magic armor, revealing his original appearance.

His face was so pale he hardly looked human, as if he might die at any moment.

This body was not his original one, after all; at most, it had only been cultivated for a few days.

Even though it was just one strike from the World Shattering Descending Demon Blade, the consumption was more than he could bear.

There should have been a backlash, but since Chen De's mastery was high enough and it was heavily diluted, the backlash could be ignored.

The next moment, the body could no longer hold up and fainted.

Of course, it was only the body that fainted; Chen De's own consciousness remained perfectly clear.

It was just that the body's energy was so severely depleted it was practically drained dry, necessitating unconsciousness to reduce consumption and facilitate self-repair.

Fortunately, when Chen De unleashed that strike, he had calculated the amount; the consumption was by no means fatal.

Based on his research of the physical body and his previous modifications, he would be able to barely wake up by the latter half of the night after sleeping.

By then, his recovery speed could be further increased by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Chen De wasn't in a hurry anyway, so he might as well wait quietly.

As long as he wasn't discovered, with the strength of this body at the Peak Yellow Realm, ordinary wild beasts wouldn't even be able to bite through it if he just lay there.

During this time, he would first see if there was anything to refine in his Shengchu System and which parts of this physical body still needed modification.

However, after Chen De had been thinking for about an hour, a figure slowly approached him.

This phenomenon was naturally detected by Chen De instantly; although he was busy refining things, he had been paying attention to the outside situation.

He would notice any slight movement immediately.

"Who is this?"

"He seems to still be breathing."

"Why is he lying here? His face is so pale; it looks like he's in bad shape."

"Well, consider yourself lucky to have run into me."

This was a middle-aged man who used a stick to gently poke Chen De's body a few times.

After determining he could still be saved, he lifted him over his head and walked back the way he came.

Chen De's current size was quite large, standing three meters tall, and his weight alone was nearly seven hundred kilograms.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been crushed into a meat patty long ago.

"Holy crap, what did this guy grow up eating? He's so tall and heavy!"

Despite saying that, there was no sign of strain on the man's face as he carried Chen De as if he were nothing.

Hidden under the massive frame, only two small legs could be seen moving beneath the giant object.

"Wife, I'm back."

"You're back? Why so early today? Hey, where are you?"

"Wife, I'm right here!"

Before even reaching the house, the middle-aged man shouted toward the inside.

A Beautiful Woman holding an infant walked out, looking around to find her husband.

But blocked by Chen De's massive body, she couldn't see anything.

She could only see two small feet emerging from beneath a giant, running toward her.

It wasn't until he was very close that she saw her husband holding up the giant.

After returning home and finding a place to set Chen De down, the middle-aged man couldn't wait to embrace the Beautiful Woman.

The Beautiful Woman rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "You've been out and about, covered in stinking sweat, and you don't even think to wash."

Though she said this, her body didn't show the slightest resistance.

The middle-aged man held the Beautiful Woman, who in turn held the infant; the family was harmonious and incredibly warm.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man said, "It's because I'm incompetent and can't protect you two that we have to hide in these deep mountains and old forests."