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Fu Qingchen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward, leaving a long scratch on the ground beneath him. The crowd fell silent in shock.
Jiang Han had only exchanged a few moves, yet he had already determined the victor against another Fusion Realm expert, leaving them all stunned. Although Jiang Han had previously killed Fusion Realm warriors, that was under entirely different circumstances. It had taken him hundreds of desperate exchanges to defeat his opponent back then; how could it compare to the terrifying display now, where one move decided the outcome and three moves left the opponent unable to retaliate?
The Eighth Prince, who was barely holding on, had hoped that his master would be able to deal with Jiang Han and then come to his aid. He never expected that his hopes would be dashed so quickly. Whether it was Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, or the Five Scatterers, none were ordinary martial artists; their combat power was astonishing! Facing even one of them required the Eighth Prince to give it his all, let alone being besieged as he was now. If it weren't for the numerous trump cards he possessed, he might have already been captured by the Manichaeism expert!
"You are the weakest Fusion Realm warrior I have ever seen," Jiang Han scoffed, glancing at the severely injured Fu Qingchen in the distance. His words were not just empty talk. Although Fu Qingchen was classified as a Fusion Realm warrior, his combat strength within that realm was far from impressive—if not at the bottom, it was close.
His martial arts were inferior to those of Ambur from the Persian Sect, and his True Qi was less robust than Liu Chenjiang from Cangjian Mountain Villa. If one had to describe him in a word, it would be mediocre.
His situation was completely different from Master Qian's. Master Qian's martial prowess wasn't strong due to being limited by the low tier of his cultivation method. However, even so, if Master Qian faced Fu Qingchen, he could at least hold out for a hundred moves without being defeated. Master Qian's martial arts skills were not lacking; it was just that his starting point was too low, which had cost him too much time and effort in honing his abilities.
No wonder Fu Qingchen's reputation is hardly heard of in the martial world. In fact, Jiang Han is unaware that if it weren't for Fu Qingchen's poor martial arts skills, he would never be so anxious to participate in the Struggle for Succession. His thoughts are merely driven by his own calculations.
Once he successfully helps the Eighth Prince ascend to the throne, the rewards will be worth the risk he is taking. The foundation of the Great Zhou is very strong, extremely strong; even in the entire Zongwu World, there are not many forces that can surpass Great Zhou. There are also many powerful individuals in Great Zhou, so many that even Fusion Realm experts like Fu Qingchen are not uncommon.
However, the competition for martial arts resources is far more intense than outsiders imagine. Once the Eighth Prince takes power, with the support of the dragon's merit, a large amount of resources will flow toward him. Even if Fu Qingchen's talent is dull, his strength will soar! This risk is worth taking, which is why he chose to enter the fray early.
Blood flowed from Fu Qingchen's mouth, but a fierce look flashed across his face. "Jiang Han, you are too much! Since you won't leave me a way out, then don't expect to escape unscathed! You have caused my plans to fall apart; today I will perish together with you!"
As his voice fell, Fu Qingchen formed hand seals, and in an instant, the sound of howling ghosts erupted, with endless ghostly energy swirling around him, appearing extremely menacing. This technique was extraordinarily sinister and clearly belonged to the Demonic Path.
Jiang Han was right; these self-proclaimed righteous gentlemen have a disdainful attitude towards Demonic Path Cultivation Methods on the surface, but deep down they actually have a preference for them!
"Is this a cornered dog desperate to jump over the wall? However, this level of skill is far from enough!" Jiang Han remained unfazed, wearing a mocking expression. This little trick barely warranted his serious attention and posed no real threat at all. If Fu Qingchen thought he could use this bizarre technique to take him down with him, he was sorely mistaken.
Aside from being futile, I really can't think of a second outcome.
"Ha ha, I broke through to the Martial Arts Grandmaster level two hundred years ago. Do you really think I only have this little bit of skill?"
Fu Qingchen's expression was extremely dark, and a cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth. He then slightly opened his mouth, and a puppet suddenly emerged from his abdomen.
The puppet had a green face and sharp teeth, covered in various strange patterns. Just looking at it made one feel dizzy and nauseous.
"Hahaha, aren't you strong? Then let's see the power of the Green-Skinned Evil Ghost King!"
Fu Qingchen madly threw the puppet into the center of the formation, chanting some incomprehensible words.
"This... seems to be a shamanic technique," Jiang Han said uncertainly, furrowing his brow.
As Fu Qingchen's incantation was spoken, the puppet suddenly grew taller, resembling a terrifying evil spirit escaping from hell. It stood over ten zhang tall with an arm span of nearly five or six zhang. Its body was merely a skeletal frame, yet it exuded a sense of grandeur.
In its hand was a chilling great sword that emanated a ghostly aura, with bizarre green flames flickering in its eyes. At first glance, it seemed like a clown laughing, but upon closer inspection, it sent chills down one's spine and made the scalp tingle!
That extremely eerie feeling left everyone feeling very uneasy.
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