12: Chapter 12 Crimson Sun Body

Wang Teng stood on the arena, hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below before finally landing on Chen Xuanji.

Chen Xuanji walked slowly onto the arena, dressed in a green robe with a cold, stern expression, his gaze toward Wang Teng carrying a hint of gravity.

"Brother Wang, please."

Wang Teng glanced at him, a trace of disdain curling the corners of his mouth. "Chen Xuanji, you are no match for me. Just concede."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue was in an uproar!

"Holy crap! Is Wang Teng really that arrogant?"

"Chen Xuanji is, after all, the number one Prodigy of the Chen Family. Does he think he can just tell him to concede?"

"Too arrogant! But... I like it!"

On the arena, Chen Xuanji frowned slightly as he looked at Wang Teng, a flash of anger crossing his eyes.

His personality was steady, and he did not like to contend with others, but he was not a pushover to be humiliated at will.

"Since Brother Wang is so confident, then let us see what you are truly capable of."

Before his words had even faded, he took a step forward, drawing his long sword. The sword light was like a rainbow, piercing straight toward Wang Teng's throat!

This strike was fast and ruthless; wherever the sword tip passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"So fast!"

Many people in the spectator stands exclaimed in surprise.

Yet Wang Teng did not even dodge; he simply raised his hand, splayed his fingers, and grabbed toward the sword light.

"Bang!"

He caught the sword light in his hand and crushed it to pieces!

Chen Xuanji's pupils constricted, his heart filled with shock.

Although this strike was merely a probe, he had used seventy percent of his strength. To think it was crushed by Wang Teng with just one hand?

A playful arc formed at the corners of Wang Teng's mouth. "Is that all?"

He took a step forward, his entire body turning into a streak of light, instantly rushing before Chen Xuanji and throwing a punch!

The fist aura whistled, carrying a scorching crimson light like a blazing sun, smashing toward Chen Xuanji!

Chen Xuanji's expression changed drastically, and he blocked horizontally with his long sword—

"Clang!"

A sound of metal clashing exploded. Chen Xuanji was sent flying backward, landing at the edge of the arena, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

How was this possible? That punch just now made him feel as if he had been struck by an ancient Vicious Beast; he simply could not block it!

Wang Teng withdrew his fist and stood tall, looking down at him from above, smiling contemptuously. "Chen Xuanji, I said it before, you are no match for me."

The power of his Crimson Sun Precious Body circulated slowly within his body, and a scorching aura permeated the air, causing the temperature on the arena to rise slightly.

"This is..."

Chen Xuanji's pupils constricted.

On the high platform, the head of the Chen Family, Chen Jiuzhou, suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically. "Crimson Sun Precious Body?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue was shocked.

"What?! Crimson Sun Precious Body?!"

"The legendary special Physique? The Crimson Sun Precious Body that only appears once in a million people?!"

"No wonder Wang Teng is so strong! So he possesses the Crimson Sun Precious Body!"

Many people in the spectator stands exclaimed in shock, their gazes toward Wang Teng filled with awe and envy.

Wang Zhenshan sat upright on the high platform, listening to the surrounding discussions, his mouth unable to help but curl upward.

He had been waiting for this very moment—to let everyone know that his son, Wang Zhenshan's son, possessed the Crimson Sun Precious Body and had the potential of a Saint!

He glanced at the Patriarch Shen Tianze beside him and smiled meaningfully. "Family Head Shen, how is my son?"

Patriarch Shen Tianze's expression remained unchanged as he said indifferently, "Hm, not bad."

Wang Zhenshan snorted coldly, thinking to himself: Pretend, go ahead and pretend! Once my son sweeps through all of your Shen Family Disciples later, let's see how you keep pretending!

On the arena, Chen Xuanji took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

So what if it is the Crimson Sun Precious Body? Only after fighting will we know!

He shook his long sword, and the spiritual power within his body surged wildly as a sharp Sword Intent soared into the sky.

"Qingxuan Sword Technique: One Sword, Blue Sky!"

The sword light was like a rainbow, transforming into a blue river, sweeping toward Wang Teng—this was his strongest strike!

A flash of surprise crossed Wang Teng's eyes, but that was all.

He threw out both fists, the crimson fist auras like two blazing suns, smashing fiercely into that blue sword light!

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering roar exploded! The spiritual power storm swept in all directions, and the formation patterns on the arena flickered wildly, showing faint signs of collapsing!

Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, a figure was sent flying backward, smashing heavily onto the edge of the arena, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

It was Wang Teng.

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to react for a moment.

Wang Teng? How could it be Wang Teng who was sent flying?

That Wang Teng who possessed the Crimson Sun Precious Body, who was high-spirited just a moment ago and had sent Chen Xuanji flying with one punch? Why was he the one flying out now?

"Bang!"

Wang Teng smashed heavily onto the edge of the arena, his blood staining the white jade slab beneath him red.

He struggled to get up, but found his whole body weak, as if the spiritual power in his body was blocked by something, unable to circulate at all.

W-what is going on?

He was clearly holding the upper hand just now, about to press his advantage and finish off Chen Xuanji with one punch, so why did his internal spiritual power suddenly spiral out of control?

That scorching power of the Crimson Sun Precious Body, which was surging just a moment ago, now seemed like a flame drained of all its fuel, rapidly fading away.

"No... Impossible..."

Wang Teng's face was deathly pale, and he desperately tried to mobilize the spiritual power within his body, but no matter how hard he tried, that power of his Treasure Body, which he had once been so proud of, remained completely unmoved.

On the arena, Chen Xuanji stood blankly in place, his long sword still maintaining the posture of his strike. He looked at Wang Teng, who had fallen to the edge of the arena, his entire being stunned.

Did I win?

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