The Rebirth of the Eternal Caliphate

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"Uncle Fourth, how is the power of a Thousand Tricks?"

Miss Lu asked.

"His power?" The fourth uncle snorted wryly and continued, "Lei Qianjue has attained enlightenment on the Arctic tundra and gained the ability of a Thousand Tricks. From then on he was invincible."

Rumor has it that he had torn apart a polar bear weighing several hundred pounds into pieces with a wave of his hand.

"So ... Is the boy in big trouble now?" Miss Lu stopped. He covered his mouth to hold back the cry.

"Even if Lin Hu did not use Thousand Trickeries, that brat was no match for him." Fourth Uncle shook his head and said.

In the eyes of Fourth Uncle, Lin Hu had already reached the cultivation abyss of Internal Strength. Even if he were to face off against a Transcendent Master, he should be able to escape unharmed. Judging by Chen Fan's appearance, Fourth Uncle was convinced that the boy had never undergone martial training. Even if he was a powerful caster, he would not be comparable to a martial artist in close quarters.

Despite the unimaginable power of spellcasters, they needed to play their abilities in the right situations. In this stage of a melee tournament like this, the casters were at a great disadvantage as martial artists would be able to take the initiative and finish off the casters before the latter had a chance to unleash his strength.

Therefore, Fourth Uncle was confident that Master Chen would lose the fight.

Fourth Uncle was not alone, as his worries were shared by all the bosses sitting around the table. The difference between Lin Hu and Chen Fan could not be bridged. One was a famous fighter abroad, and in China, the other was unaccounted for.

They watched as Chen Fan waved and pulled all that deadly energy into his arm as easily as a professional noodle maker expanded.

"Imust be!"

Lin Hu's face darkened.

The energy within Thousand Trickeries was an Internal Power that was highly concentrated and lacked any physical substance. Therefore, it was impossible to be pulled into Chen Fan's arm.

"I told you, you haven't seen any real martial arts."

Chen Fan moved his hand in front of his chest as if he was holding a giant ball.

"Huh! What you use is not a martial art; it's just a spell!" Lin Hu still denied. He granted and decided to dispose of Thousand Trickeries and use one of his most powerful abilities.

Suddenly, Lin Hu growled at Chen Fan, and his frame grew even bigger. As his body grew larger, his muscle volume also increased. Without warning, he charged over and slid past Chen Fan. Suddenly turning his body, he threw a fist behind Chen Fan's head.

The fist drove at lightning speed and exploded in the air like a fighter jet. The execution of blows is the epitome of the death of the Internal Troops.

"Aah!"

Chen Fan sighed. He turned around, raised both hands, and bowed to his opponent.

Chen Fan's steps looked ordinary. However, Lin Hu's face paled upon seeing the incoming attack. He could feel the immeasurable power brought by Chen Fan's attack. It was as if a powerful immortal had raised the World Pillar above his head. He immediately knew that he had to avoid any immediate impact.

"** * *!"

Lin Hu was struck by the force of the punch; he was forced to draw his punch in self-defense.

Even when everyone was wondering why Lin Hu would not finish off his opponent, they watched Chen Fan press one hand on the ground.

"Kaboom!"

It sounded like a meteor was hitting the earth, and a frenzy was followed by a shockwave.

The earth shook, and many audience members were thrown out of their seats by the shockwave, A huge crack appeared on the stage, coming from where Chen Fan's fist landed.

"Is this a genuine Martial Art?"

Lin Hu, Fourth Uncle, and Master Gu were all stunned by the display of strength.

Nothing seems to make sense. The Thousand Trickeries was Lei Qianjue's most famous art, yet it was easy to resist. Furthermore, Chen Fan was supposed to be a spellcaster, but not a martial artist. Where did he learn aggressive and mighty boxing techniques?

Although his punch seemed to carry a degree of levity, his punch was as heavy as a mountain. There is no doubt that such a power is beyond human capability.

Lin Hu's mind staggered after seeing his development.

Master Chen was not a spellcaster, but a Martial Artist, who was mighty back then. The physical strength and cultivation of Chen Fan's inner strength were no less powerful than his. He bet that even his teacher, Lei Qianjue could not defeat the boy without any difficulty, let alone him. Find the official novel in , faster updates, better experience , Please click www. .com to visit.

"What should I do now?"

Lin Hu hesitated.

Chen Fan opened his hand suddenly like a crane stretching its wings

"Second of the Humble Cloud Hands."

"Damn! Enough's enough!"

At that moment, Lin Hu had lost his appetite for fighting, so he retreated. Even when he backed out. Chen Fan waved both of his hands in front of him and caught up with Lin Hu with a heartbeat

"That's impossible!"

Anger and fear pushed Lin Hu to attack again as he threw one final blow at Chen Fan.

This blow was a boon to the coup because he had channeled all the Internal Troops into his fist. It would be able to crush granite rocks let alone human flesh.

Chen Fan's counterattack looked almost lazy. He swept his finger gently through the air and reached Lin Hu's chest.

"AHDRR!"

Lin Hu shouted, and his attack came to a halt in his path.

On Lin Hu body was a huge wound that opened his chest. The wound was so deep that one could see a white rib.

Chen Fan was able to crush his opponent with just a gentle sweep of his finger. If he were to use a fist or palm strike, Lin Hu might already be dead by now.

"He's too strong.

"Back off, I gotta get out of here."

Lin Hu could only think of escaping; time was running out. Ever since he became a martial artist, he had never met anyone this strong. Let it be the Heavenly Hammer or Humble Cloud's hand; he couldn't resist the power in any of them.

Desperate, he channeled his last remaining energy and began the secret art of running water to help him escape.

He turned around and ran towards the lake.

Lin Hu's plan was simple: get to the lake first. If Chen Fan happened to be able to walk on the water as well, he would have to face it back then. But now, the lake was his only hope.

In an instant, Lin Hu had arrived at the edge of the lake, and when one of his feet touched the surface of the water, he almost heaved a sigh of relief. However, the sound of explosions came from behind.

"Third form: Void Dimension Shockwave!"

Everyone watched Chen Fan close his fingers, and with great levity, he threw a punch into the air. His movements seemed almost lazy.

No one felt anything after Chen Fan's punch; not even the air was stirred.

However, far from the stage, Lin Hu's body trembled, and his back was banged. The power in the punch rippled through his body from behind as a fist-sized relief suddenly appeared on Lin Hu's chest. He wanted to take another step, but his legs were too heavy. After a few seconds, Lin Hu finally fell to the ground.

Chen Fan had dealt a hard blow to his opponent in a few steps.

"Hundred Steps of the God's Fist?"

Fourth Uncle flinched as he jumped out of his chair.

This was the staple technique of a Transcendent Master! None of the previous techniques, let Thousand Trickeries or Sky Hammer, directly unleash the Internal Troops without assistance like Chen Fan's last attack. Therefore, just the final blow was the true indicator of Chen Fan's strength.

Only a Transcendent Master could kill from a hundred steps away, and he could do so calmly like a ghost.

Lin Hu managed to push himself up, trembling. He smiled wryly and asked:

"What technique is he calling?"

"The first three forms of the Thirteen Forms of Six True Martialism."

Chen Fan gathered himself together and said lightly, "I have prepared seven forms of thinking that I will go against your teacher. Too bad I can't show you the remaining four I've prepared."

"Hehe, the Thirteen Forms of True Martialism? Is this the art of Gods?" Lin Hu's voice faded.

"I was wrong from the beginning. How could I fail to see that Master Chen is a Great Master of Martial Arts? I thank you for opening my eyes to the real power …"

Lin Hu's weak voice faded, and he fell to the ground again. This time, he did not wake up.

A famous warrior and businessman, confidant and disciple Lei Qianjue was finally defeated.

Chen Fan hooked his hand back and asked lightly:

"Is there anyone else who wants to try me?"

The field suddenly became desolate.

Listeners and entrepreneurs alike remain silent.

Chen Fan had pulled the carpet from under everyone by defeating Lin Hu in less than ten minutes. No matter how strong and powerful Lin Hu was, he was no match for an ability like Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's strength did not belong to humans.

Chen Fan's casualty and levity also added to the theater's effect when he defeated Lin Hu – making his strength even more frightening to the audience.

Yang Li and the people around him gaped at Chen Fan in disbelief.

A'Xiu covered his mouth and looked at the stage in joy and disbelief.

Miss Lu was shocked by the development. This was the first time he had misjudged the strength of a warrior. He felt ashamed of being myopic at the start of the game.

Brother Zhang's eyes were filled with regret as he regretted his previous foolish thoughts.

Xin Zhong fainted in his chair, and despair was written on his face. If Master Chen was able to defeat the champion, he could dominate the stage for the rest of the event.

A wide smile broke out on Zhou Tianhao's face. He didn't feel so relieved for a long time.

"Mr Chen .. Mr. Chen Fan

"No wonder you didn't listen to Mr. Gu's warning."

"If I were you, I wouldn't care about money or power either. As you said, you can overcome the problem with his sword sweep. I don't believe you, but now I believe."

Xu Ao watched the boy and recalled their conversation at Yan Gui Lake. He thought the boy was an irresistible snob; now the joke was on him.

He knew from then on that the boy would be a dominating figure in the entire Jiang Bei region if not in Hu Dong Province.

Most importantly of all, Xu Ao could stop hoping that he could bend the boy's desire to work for him.