The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 695: Melee

Chapter 695: Melee

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Eyes squinting, Zhuo Fan was startled. Although he knew that Ye Lin was fast, he didn’t expect him to be that fast. He was now seeing just how fast he was with his own eyes.
It felt like he was in front of him in a blink, almost faster than he could react.
With little choice against the sudden punch, Zhuo Fan had to withdraw his earlier attack, turning it into a block. Even so, he had lost momentum.
Bam!
The explosion resulted on impact unleashed a ray of violent golden flames while Zhuo Fan was sent flying. The scorching heat was enough to feel pain even from his Qilin arm.
Zhuo Fan’s face looked grave.
The fiends were more shocked than ever, “How can this be? Steward Zhuo actually lost in terms of raw power?”
Zhuo Fan was just as shocked as they were.
He used to think that when Ye Lin refined Decimating Golden Flame of the Decimating Dragon Ancestor, his power was destructive in nature, not physical.
So as long as he avoided clashing with it, even if he traded fists with his mighty Qilin arm, he should be able to get the upper hand against him.
However, Ye Lin’s body was so tough it didn’t lose out against the Qilin arm at all.
[Are you telling me he’s not human but a damn dragon?]
But Zhuo Fan shook that thought away. A real dragon taught by the dragon emperor had to be a little more freakish like young Sanzi. So while he was strong, it was nowhere near young Sanzi’s terrifying level.
[Did he refine his body as well?]
Frowning, Zhuo Fan looked ahead just in time to see Ye Lin’s evil look. That fist unleashed golden flames that burned everything it touched.
Golden scales appeared on the fist, emitting sharp glaring lights.
Zhuo Fan now understood. Those were dragon scales.
[This guy is anything but a plain human. A half-dragon half-human at the least.]
But this robbed Zhuo Fan of any chance of winning in melee.
He only had the arm of a Qilin. Everything else was pure human. Who knew how many changes his opponent had?
If his entire body was turned draconic, that would be bad. He had no hope at all in close quarters.
Frowning, Zhuo Fan’s face was wrought with worry. Chu Qingcheng stared at the screen just as worried.
She had never seen Zhuo Fan show such a serious face in a fight. While he faced Huangpu Qingtian and was once surrounded by the expert of the seven houses, he always found a way out, even if at a disadvantage. He not once looked as lost as he was now.
Ye Lin was just too strong, as anyone could see. He might even be stronger than him. But that was not the reason for his worry.
He was faced with the same situation before. So why was he showing such a weakened look, like he was about to lose?
Chu Qingcheng’s fist tightened, so nervous her hands were sweating.
The two only clashed once, but it was clear to anyone how matters stood between them.
Zhuo Fan was on the defensive. This single strike had almost already decided how this fight would end…
Whoosh~
Ye Lin snickered and capitalized on his advantage. He again shot for Zhuo Fan, fist forward, as he changed into a gold light.
Zhuo Fan’s right eye flashed in a golden halo, and he was gone, reappearing behind his opponent and striking his back.
This fist carried all his power, the Qilin arm exploding with red light. And this was something Ye Lin’s golden fist could not block.
However, just as Zhuo Fan was about to hit, Ye Lin’s other hand was encased in golden flames as he flicked it behind, meeting the Qilin arm.
A rumble like no other echoed, one born from the striking of two arms unseen in the mortal domain. It unleashed frightening spacial waves and searing golden flames everywhere around them. It left nothing but destruction in its wake.
A thousand meters around them was leveled in a blink, removing from existence even the dust. All matter trapped in this area had been wiped out of existence.
Sss~
Everyone gasped in fright at such a sight. Especially Ultimate Clarity Sect and Demon Scheming Sect’s teams. They were so scared that they were sweating buckets.
Wu Qingqiu’s eyes shook as he had a bitter smile.
As the audience enjoyed the show, the experts noticed something more.
The average man wouldn’t care much about what he saw, only finding it strange at best. It was common for the ground to be leveled when two fought.
Even Radiant Stage experts could do it. There was nothing to it.
However, the crux was this was not just simply leveling the playing field but clearing it out. To the extent that not a single particle of dust remained. This showed the two’s raw power and how focused it all was.
Not even experts above the Ethereal Stage could unleash such pure Yuan Qi that it could erase matter from existence.
Yet these two did it through Zhuo Fan’s power and Ye Lin’s golden flame.
This was the purest power the five great sacred beasts had refined from the primal chaos.
Exalted Double Dragons were overwhelmed.
[How the hell did these two freaks train to be so abominable?]
Pff!
With a groan, the two separated from their second clash, evenly matched. Zhuo Fan’s hand was somewhat singed and he was gasping a hundred meters away from the burning heat he felt on it.
Ye Lin’s hand was shaking nonstop and even looked inflamed. Soaring Qilin was famed for its great strength among the five great sacred beasts. Even with the dragon scales protecting him, Ye Lin still suffered damage.
However, he wasn’t angry but excited. With a manic grin plastered on his face, he muttered to himself, “That’s how a sacred beast inheritor should be. Soaring Qilin’s punch is indeed fearsome. He-he-he, the dragon soul used Soaring Qilin’s power, and so did that punch. I already know who your master is. Now I don’t have to hold back. Soaring Qilin is the top of the five great sacred beasts when it comes to raw power, but you’re just a Radiant Stage cultivator, not in the Ethereal Stage. For anyone else, using the Qilin arm is enough, but against our kind, this is nowhere near enough to win.”
Ye Lin turned into another golden light as he shot for Zhuo Fan again. His hands, encased in golden flames, were seeping with bloodthirst. It caused Zhuo Fan to gasp from way over there.
The first two clashes were a warm-up.
[Now the punk is coming at me for real!]
Zhuo Fan’s eyes squinted, and his right eye shone golden as he used Divine Eye of the Void’s 1st stage, Shift.
He knew all too well that with Ye Lin’s speed, only with Shift would he be able to get the upper hand.
Whoosh, a golden and a red trail crossed each other in unending explosions as they entered a frenzied melee.
When the audience saw them clash in one spot, they popped into another, bouncing all over the place. They could not catch a glimpse of each of their figures even through the screen.
If they were at the scene, they would surely die without knowing how it happened.
The nine sects’ disciples were shocked to the core.
Was this the two freaks’ real power? Holy hell, they were worlds apart from them. They couldn’t even take them on in a fistfight.
It seemed like Zhuo Fan had never fought them in earnest, or they wouldn’t even last five hits.
And that begged the question in Wen Tao’s mind.
[Since Zhuo Fan is so tough, how did I get to wound him?]
[This is too strange…]
The Demon Scheming Sect and Ultimate Clarity Sect’s team were even more scared. They could all feel the incredible winds and fierce waves striking their skin. While they couldn’t see the two, they were all so scared that they were ashen.
In this fight, the two had reached an unknown height in terms of power and speed. The other disciples all realized one unmistakable truth, the minute they set foot anywhere near the pair, they would be ripped to pieces smaller than the eye could see.
Ultimate Clarity Sect’s disciples finally understood why this team battle became a single match and why they shouldn’t interfere.
Ye Lin had never seen them as real teammates, just as Zhuo Fan didn’t recognize them as real opponents. If they managed to get Ye Lin to use half his power that was already commendable.
But now, the two were evenly matched, using all they had and more.
Such a ferocious power let everyone know what it meant to be a world apart.
All they ever amounted to in front of their battle was to be spectators. Any attempt to butt in would be met with swift death…