C87 Unstoppable

Lin Chongzhi's features contorted with rage as he bellowed, "Capture him, dead or alive!"

His shouts were laced with malice.

Lin Shan and his cohorts, who had charged in, bore savage expressions.

"Collapsing Mountain Fist!"

"Earth Splitting Palm!"

"Sky Piercing Leg!"

"Red Refined Fist!"

"Thunderbolt Palm!"

Amidst their furious cries, they executed their martial arts. In the void, fists, palms, and legs became blurred shadows, all converging on Chu Yan.

Spectators below the stage were too late to intervene.

From the moment Lin Chongzhi leaped onto the stage, disrupting the match, to Lin Shan and the others launching their assault, it all unfolded in the blink of an eye. The onlookers were powerless, forced to witness Chu Yan being besieged.

However, a sinister gleam flashed in Lin Chongtian's eyes as they narrowed.

"Now, witness the true might of the fifth level of the Genuine Force Stage!"

Abruptly, Chu Yan let out a piercing howl.

His voice boomed like thunder, startling everyone present.

In a flash!

Like a whirlwind, Chu Yan's figure vanished from the spot, rendering the onslaught of Lin Shan and his group futile.

A resounding crash echoed as the area where he had stood on the platform collapsed.

Sawdust burst into the air, scattering chaotically.

In that instant, Chu Yan had employed a masterful footwork technique, reappearing behind Lin Shan and his allies.

"It's the Seven Stars Windstorm Steps!" Lin Miaoran's eyes sparkled from behind the curtain, her excitement palpable as she straightened up, her body covered in goosebumps.

"Lin Ao isn't the only one to reach the fifth level of the Genuine Force Stage at sixteen!" Chu Yan's words fell heavily, each one resonating like a meteorite crashing to earth, draining the color from Lin Chongzhi and the others' faces.

Chu Yan now drew his arms back, gathering his power as if readying for an explosive release.

The air was charged with the faint sounds of wind and thunder rolling in the distance.

"This is bad!"

"Stop him!"

"Go for it!"

Lin Shan and the others' faces turned ashen. In that moment, disregarding their status, they launched another coordinated attack on Chu Yan.

"Fifth level of the Genuine Force Stage!" Chu Yan bellowed, his arms unleashing simultaneous strikes.

"Dark!"

"Shadow!"

"Eight!"

"Desolation!"

"Fist!"

BOOM!

The air at the scene erupted as if steel had detonated.

Crackling sounds filled the air!

With each shout, a person's body burst into a cloud of blood mist, hurtling through the air.

Blood sprayed wildly as if their bodies had been struck by a rampaging beast, sending them flying, blood jets scattering in a horrific display, the droplets falling onto the stage like a torrential downpour.

"Dark Shadow Eight Desolations Fist?" Fu Rui, from behind the curtain, recognized the technique. Her eyes glazed over momentarily, her body swayed, and disbelief painted her features.

In a flash, before everyone's eyes, Lin Shan and his companions were sent hurtling by Chu Yan's blows, crashing to the ground like bloodied rag dolls, with blood gushing from their mouths and noses.

Chu Yan's sudden burst of power and deadly force left nearly everyone present with their minds wiped blank.

"Truly, the fifth level of the Genuine Force Stage?" An elder on the high platform murmured to himself.

Another person swallowed hard, feeling an intense dryness in their throat, "How long has it been since his last advancement to the fourth level of the Genuine Force Stage?"

Even Lin Chongtian, usually the epitome of composure, was now filled with astonishment.

When Chu Yan arrived at the Lin Family, he was at the third level of Genuine Force.

Not long ago, in the council hall, he had been at the fourth level.

And today, he had already reached the fifth level of the Genuine Force Stage!

Having been through it himself, Lin Chongtian could tell that Chu Yan's power at this level far surpassed that of an average practitioner.

The sheer force of that instant was enough to make his eyelids twitch.

If an average fifth-level Genuine Force Stage practitioner could shatter a two-story rock with a single punch, then Chu Yan could shatter two-story high steel!

"Chu Yan, tone down the arrogance. Angry Spirit Sword Technique!" In that moment, Lin Chongzhi let out a piercing scream, snatched up the Fire Ripple Sword that Lin Ao had dropped, and unleashed a beam of sword light straight at Chu Yan's back.

His martial prowess might not have been exceptional, but as the Lin Family's Deputy Chief and a fifth-level Genuine Force Stage cultivator, he had mastered the Angry Spirit Sword Technique years before Lin Ao. The sword light flashed with a murderous intent absent in Lin Ao's own strikes.

Moreover, Lin Chongzhi's attack was a sneak attack, adding a layer of deceit and cunning.

"Damn it! Stop!" Lin Chongtian couldn't stand by and watch any longer.

The rules had already been broken by Lin Shan and others who had slandered and ganged up on Chu Yan. Now, Lin Chongzhi, as Deputy Chief, was not only bullying the younger Chu Yan but also launching a cowardly sneak attack. If word got out, the Lin Family's reputation in Changqing Town would be ruined.

Lin Chongtian was about to step in and save Chu Yan, but Chu Yan's counter was quicker and more ferocious than he anticipated.

"Seven Stars Windstorm Steps!" Chu Yan executed the fourth star technique, instantly closing the distance and appearing beside Lin Chongtian.

Lin Miaoran knew Chu Yan's movements well, yet witnessing them in action filled her with an inexplicable surge of excitement and pride. He had honed this skill to perfection through their daily sparring sessions.

Swish!

Chu Yan sidestepped, and Lin Chongzhi's sword met only air.

"Little brat!" Lin Chongzhi inwardly cursed.

He was aware that if he didn't finish Chu Yan quickly, he'd lose his chance.

Lin Chongtian reversed his grip, ready to strike again, but Chu Yan wasn't about to allow a repeat performance. Lin Chongzhi's earlier opportunity had only come from his underhanded tactics.

"Furious Dragon Bind!"

Chu Yan shouted, his arm trembling with power.

BOOM!

The air, thick with tension, seemed to carry the echo of a dragon's roar.

Chu Yan snatched the sword with one hand while his other hand, heavy as a sledgehammer, slammed mercilessly into Lin Chongzhi's shoulder.

Crack!

The distinct sound of bones shattering echoed through the air.

Lin Chongzhi let out a blood-curdling scream as a jet of blood sprayed from his throat, his body hurtling through the air.

Chu Yan advanced, poised to deliver another kick, when a thunderous voice boomed from a high platform nearby: "Enough!"

A white-bearded elder leapt to his feet, his presence churning with energy.

In that moment, Chu Yan was hit with an overwhelming pressure, as though the very air around him had turned to liquid mercury, solidifying into steel, ready to shackle him.

"This is the Pulse Condensation Stage!" Chu Yan realized with a heavy heart.

No wonder Lin Chongzhi was so brazen, with the confidence to even dismiss his elder brother—the Lin Family Patriarch, Lin Chongtian. He had the backing of an elder who had attained the formidable Pulse Condensation Stage.

"You vile creature, do you take the Lin Family for fools? You will pay dearly for this today!" The white-bearded elder roared, his energy swirling tumultuously. In an instant, he was upon Chu Yan, his hand shaped like a claw, descending like a plummeting anvil, aiming a vicious strike at Chu Yan's crown, intent on ending his life in one fell swoop.