Invincible Martial King

His soul power and blood energy were rising, and the Martial Spirit in his dantian's aura sea was frantically circulating. It was continuously absorbing the limited and sparse heaven and earth's spiritual energy to replenish the spiritual energy in his body.    

    

If it was Shangguan Feifan, who had fought before, with the help of the Empyrean God Lightning, facing the soul of the Innate Seventh Layer Of Martial Master, Lu Chen would definitely not be able to hold out for more than ten rounds.    

    

This was because the latter's strength was too strong. The force emitted from every fist was channeled into his body through his fists and arms, causing his internal organs to tremble violently and his blood energy to become a little chaotic.    

    

One must know that Lu Chen's fist power was over a million pounds of strength. However, such a terrifying fist power was not only blocked by the battle spirit, but was also suppressed by the enemy.    

    

It was visible with the naked eye that every time the battle spirit punched out, its aura would not decrease, instead absorbing the infernal energy around it, constantly replenishing itself. Moreover, as the battle continued, it would continue to grow.    

    

What is a battle spirit? A monster born for battle, this was the battle spirit.    

    

In that instant, the man and the soul clashed against each other for over a hundred strikes. The incomparably terrifying fluctuations seemed to shake the heavens as a terrifying and strange scene vaguely appeared.    

    

The battle spirit's aura was exceptionally cold. Its eyes flashed with bloodthirsty and cruel killing intent as it looked at Lu Chen. The evil beings that lived in the ancient battlefield were extremely sensitive to the aura of strangers and had the instinctive urge to kill.    

    

It opened its mouth to swallow, and the infernal energy continuously flowed into the skeleton-like body. The originally somewhat declining aura instantly increased by several times. Unlike unknown creatures, the battle spirit had a great advantage in the use of infernal energy.    

    

As the battle became more and more intense, the body of the battle spirit shrank as expected, but its originally shriveled body became even fuller, and every inch of its body was filled with a pitch-black aura, as though it was a monster that had been filled with an aura of death, the icy cold aura on its body slowly rose, and very quickly reached a critical point.    

    

Moreover, the explosive force of each punch increased by more than ten percent, forcing Lu Chen to stagger backwards.    

    

"Not only can it replenish one's own baleful aura, it can also increase one's combat prowess in battle. The battle spirit is indeed as powerful as the rumors say."    

    

Thinking back to Zhao Menger's reminder, Lu Chen didn't think much of it at the time. Unexpectedly, after personally witnessing it, this battle spirit was not only stronger than the unknown organism, it was even stronger than it was before.    

    

When he fought with the two Ghost Demon Beasts before, he could clearly see that because of the exhaustion of their battle, their auras had weakened, and they could only recover from injuries from using the evil aura. However, existences like battle spirits were the complete opposite, as if the evil aura was their energy source.    

    

Lu Chen frowned. If they continued to fight like this, without using Arcane Arts and the latter's Unparalleled Spell, he had a premonition that he wouldn't be able to hold on.    

    

Lu Chen couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Ever since he had joined Blue Cloud Sect, such a feeling had never appeared in his battles with anyone. He never thought that he would encounter such a strong battle spirit in the ancient battlefield.    

    

"Bang bang!"    

    

"Bang …"    

    

"I don't believe that I can't do anything to this battle spirit today." He was suppressed to the point of being somewhat sullen. If news of him, a stately figure in the Martial Monarch Level, being forced to use either the Arcane Arts or the Unparalleled Spell by a battle spirit today were to spread, wouldn't it be a joke?    

    

Lu Chen took a deep breath and soul power surged out of his body like a tidal wave. At the same time, every inch of his skin was shining and even his hair was dyed with a faint golden glow.    

    

At this moment, his strength had risen to its limit.    

    

This feeling was very good. The potential within his body was slowly forced out, and a sense of lightness filled his entire body. He could feel that his strength was slowly increasing.    

    

The medicinal properties hidden within his flesh and blood began to be absorbed. Last time, after the baptism of the superior medicinal solution, his body had broken through quite a few stages, but there was still a portion of the medicinal properties hidden within his flesh and blood.    

    

"This feeling …"    

    

Lu Chen felt carefree and wanted to roar. But in reality, he also let out a roar and exploded like thunder, shaking the dense baleful aura away.    

    

The battle spirit walked over. It seemed to have sensed the subtle changes on Lu Chen's body. Its beating eyes suddenly became sharp.    

    

Boom!    

    

The power of the fist was like a tidal wave as it came crashing down, enveloping several dozen zhang in area. It brought with it the strange appearance of a dead god or a demon, terrifying and astonishing.    

    

"What Fist Arts is this!"    

    

At this moment, Lu Chen's heart shook as he felt a strong sense of danger. This was definitely not an ordinary Fist Arts, it was at least a middle ranked or higher level martial skill.    

    

The corpses of gods and devils lay in wait. Blood flowed like a river, and the pitch-black light of a fist reaped the lives of all. The phenomenon was extremely strange and shocking. It carried with it an indescribable dao principle, which revealed a dark and demonic aura.    

    

"What a demonic Fist Arts."    

    

"Sky Severing Finger!"    

    

Lu Chen's expression turned cold as he shouted.    

    

The energy fluctuations were violent and dense. A giant finger that was like a mountain appeared out of thin air, crushing time and space. With an aura that could cut off heaven and earth, it collided against the incoming fist light.    

    

Boom!    

    

The two completely different energies collided with each other. The strange phenomenon of gods and devils gradually became a bit blurry, and they received a huge impact.    

    

But at this moment, the battle spirit opened its mouth and sucked in a steady stream of infernal energy. The light from his fist suddenly expanded to three parts, blocking all of the energy fluctuations from the Sky Severing Finger.    

    

Not only that, he had also forced the huge figure to retreat.    

    

The Sky Severing Finger was an ancient martial skill, the full version was comparable to the best quality martial skills. Ever since Lu Chen was discovered by the Martial Arts Library and trained until now, once Lu Chen used it, no one would be able to stop him. However, under the strange Fist Arts used by the battle spirit, it was forcibly blocked.    

    

"Just do it."    

    

Lu Chen raised his brows. Under his control, the soul power within his body entered into the huge finger shadow. The finger shadow that was originally dim suddenly became a few times more solid, and it let out a loud sound like a mountain was moving.    

    

Boom!    

    

The veins on Lu Chen's body bulged, and all of his soul energy surged out, success or failure depended on it. If he could not block the opponent's fist light, then he would have to use either Arcane Arts or Unparalleled Spell, but that was equivalent to cheating, and would not be able to force his potential out.    

    

Only when a martial artist was on the verge of death would they be able to fully display their potential. Only then would they be able to lay a solid foundation.    

    

All the energy in Lu Chen's body was drained and was still pressing down on his body. Traces of blood could be seen on his skin and his originally vigorous aura started to fluctuate.    

    

The huge finger shadows and the black light collided violently, neither of them giving in to the other.