Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Lin Chen murmured softly, his voice so flat it carried not the slightest ripple, yet it made the entire noisy plain instantly freeze into deathly stillness.

No one had expected that, facing more than a dozen Disciples of the Eight Desolates Sect—with two Innate Fourth Realm experts among them—Lin Chen would actually be the first to make a move.

No gorgeous techniques, no dazzling radiance; Lin Chen just threw out such an unadorned punch.

Yet this seemingly plain punch appeared to ignore the distance of space, even surpassing the limit of what many people’s eyes could track.

Everyone only felt a blurry trajectory sweep past before them, and then a dull thud that made their scalps explode rang out.

“Bang!”

That young Disciple of the Eight Desolates Sect—his vicious grin not even fully fixed on his face yet—had the Protective Gang Qi around his body, at the instant it touched that invisible fist imprint, become as fragile as thin ice thrown into a blazing furnace.

With a soft puffing sound, it did not shatter, but was annihilated!

The entire person just vanished like that!

As if he had evaporated from the world in an instant, only a few drops of fresh blood spilled onto the ground.

On the scene, not a sound was heard.

The waves of fire that had been surging over seemed to halt their flow at this moment as well.

From Lin Chen throwing that punch to this Innate Third Realm youth of the Eight Desolates Sect being wiped out, it happened so fast that many Martial Artists couldn’t even react, not even understanding what had actually happened.

This punch of Lin Chen’s had exceeded their understanding.

That was an Innate Third Realm, and he had actually evaporated from the world without even being able to respond?

The expressions of the many Martial Artists on the plain were now remarkably uniform—shock, and a blankness born of complete incomprehension.

“Junior Brother Chu!”

Wan Xingyao’s eyes were bloodshot; Junior Brother Chu was the son of an Elder. On this trip to the Holy Fire Realm, that Elder had specially bestowed upon him a suit of armor. This armor, forged by a master craftsman of the Thousand Mechanism Domain, could withstand several blows even from an Innate Fourth Realm Martial Artist.

Yet in the face of Lin Chen’s punch, it had actually melted directly.

“All Junior Brothers, attack together!”

Wan Xingyao’s roar jolted those Eight Desolates Sect Martial Artists, who had been frozen in terror and confusion, back to their senses. One by one, in a panic, they began to move.

However, Lin Chen was faster than they were.

After throwing one punch, Lin Chen’s body had already twisted, his movements without the slightest pause, as he punched toward another Martial Artist of the Eight Desolates Sect beside him.

In his panic, that Eight Desolates Sect Martial Artist’s face went deathly pale; his body exploded into a mist of blood, following the exact same path as the previous one.

At the same time, though, the attacks of the other Eight Desolates Sect Martial Artists also arrived.

Wan Xingyao’s eyes were blood-red as he roared, driving all the Innate Power in his body. A long halberd, pitch-black like ink and radiating a terrifying baleful aura, appeared in his hand in an instant—the Eight Desolates Sect’s Ultimate Skill: the Creation Halberd.

“Die for me!”

A vast, savage, ancient baleful aura shot into the sky, as if about to tear the firmament apart. The halberd cleaved through the air, like a roaring ferocious dragon, slashing straight at Lin Chen.

This strike was him going all out.

Coupled with the strikes of the other several Eight Desolates Sect Martial Artists, the space around Lin Chen’s vicinity became chaotic at this moment, filled with all kinds of energy lights.

The Martial Artists present, seeing Lin Chen surrounded by various energies, could not help but sigh inwardly. Lin Chen was too fierce; he shouldn’t have continued attacking the Eight Desolates Sect Martial Artists just now, leading to him falling into their group assault. He would probably suffer heavy injuries.

Facing the full-force strike of Wan Xingyao and several Eight Desolates Sect Martial Artists, Lin Chen’s expression was indifferent; he had absolutely no intention of dodging.

If he still had to dodge even these few people’s attacks, then wouldn’t the forty years of bitter cultivation in the Thousandfold Secret Realm have been eaten for nothing?

Boom!

The terrifying energy, enough to tear everything apart, landed precisely on Lin Chen at this moment. Countless energy lights blossomed, and seeing that Lin Chen did not dodge, Wan Xingyao exhaled softly in his heart. With this strike… even if Lin Chen didn’t die, he would definitely be heavily wounded.

As long as he killed Lin Chen, even if two Junior Brothers had died, he could still account to the Elders when he went back.

However, the scene of Lin Chen’s body exploding into a mist of blood, as he had imagined, did not appear!

When those energy lights dispersed, a wave of sharp inhalations erupted across the plain.

Lin Chen was standing there, completely undamaged.

Strictly speaking, not completely undamaged; his clothes were torn in places, but only the clothes. The skin revealed at the rents did not bear the slightest wound.

“How is this possible?”

On the plain, Meng Bing, Jiang Chen and the others’ pupils shrank abruptly, their eyes filled with disbelief. If they had been in Lin Chen’s place, facing Wan Xingyao and several Eight Desolates Sect Martial Artists’ combined full-force strike, even if they didn’t die, they would definitely be injured.

As for Wan Xingyao, the person involved, the confusion on his face at this moment was even harder to describe.

His all-out Creation Halberd, at the instant it landed on Lin Chen, had felt as if it had smashed into a towering mountain. A vast, majestic, terrifying power that made him feel like he was about to burst, surged back along the halberd shaft and up his arms, frantically rebounding, causing his arms to tremble.

If he was already like this, the other Disciples of the Eight Desolates Sect who had attacked were in even worse shape. Facing Lin Chen’s rebound force at this moment, they simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood, their bodies staggering as they kept retreating.

On the scene, the many Martial Artists who had just been shocked that Lin Chen had blocked the strike, fell into absolute silence once again because of this scene.

But Lin Chen did not give them any more time to think; he moved again, like a Demon God. With every punch he threw, a Martial Artist of the Eight Desolates Sect lost his life.

Like cutting grass!

The Innate Martial Artists present all had extremely complicated expressions as they watched what was unfolding before their eyes. No matter how humble their usual behavior and bearing, in their bones they all possessed the pride that belonged to Innate Martial Artists. To be able to cultivate to the Innate Realm meant they had already surpassed countless Martial Artists of the Flame Dynasty. Even though there were strengths and weaknesses among the Innate Realm, as long as one stepped into Innate, it meant one had entered the privileged class of the Martial Arts Realm.