I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 145: Wang Chen

"Hmph!"

The martial artist let out a dull grunt, and his gaze towards Zhang Yuan suddenly turned extremely sharp.

Even though it was just a minor injury, it didn’t affect him much.

But the numbed tiger’s mouth made this seasoned veteran realize how troublesome his opponent was!

Yet, as a strong sense of vigilance arose, his fierce courage was instead thoroughly stirred up. He continued charging towards Zhang Yuan with unyielding determination for close combat.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan had already taken a clear look at his opponent.

He looked at least seventy to eighty percent similar to the portrait on the wanted poster he’d seen earlier.

Wang Chen!

However, Zhang Yuan’s heart remained completely unperturbed, as he calmly shot a third fine iron arrow at his opponent.

This time, however, Wang Chen was prepared and made a dodging move as the arrow was being released.

Whoosh!

The fine iron arrow brushed by his right side without even a slight graze.

The strength of a Tier Three Transformation Realm expert was fully unveiled at that moment!

And the distance between the two further shortened.

Seeing Wang Chen rapidly closing in, Zhang Yuan released the iron-clad bow and leapt off horseback.

Landing on the ground, he already grasped the Yanling Saber in his hand!

Seeing this scene, a cold sneer appeared at the corner of Wang Chen’s mouth.

It wasn’t that he underestimated Zhang Yuan.

Rather, as a martial artist at the peak level of Tier Three Transformation Realm, he had enough confidence in his own strength!

In Wang Chen’s view, the most suitable way for Zhang Yuan to deal with him was to widen the distance and use his skillful archery to engage him, seeking a chance of victory.

After all, Zhang Yuan’s archery made Wang Chen quite wary!

Yet Zhang Yuan actually abandoned his strength and chose to dismount and fight head-on, which was excessively arrogant.

A teenager in his teens, no matter how gifted, who had stepped into the Tier Three level.

How could he compare with him?

Moreover, Zhang Yuan didn’t even appear to be a Transformation Realm martial artist!

Wang Chen decided to give Zhang Yuan a good lesson.

At the cost of the latter’s life!

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred steps...

Neither Wang Chen nor Zhang Yuan showed any change in their determination and will to collide head-on.

But just when the distance narrowed to about fifty steps.

Wang Chen suddenly discovered.

The speed and momentum of Zhang Yuan’s charge simultaneously surged!

His whole person suddenly expanded a circle, knotted muscles propping up his outer garment, like a fierce beast that had just awakened, abruptly revealing extremely sharp claws.

Something’s wrong!

Wang Chen’s martial artist instincts were frantically warning.

Telling him he had made a mistake.

A possibly fatal mistake!

Yet, at this moment, Wang Chen was already on a launched arrow, unable to hesitate or retreat in the slightest.

"Die!"

This Tier Three Transformation Realm expert roared angrily as tremendous strength surged from within his muscles and bones, instantly flowing into his limbs and bones before concentrating on his right arm.

He thrust the Qiushui Longsword in his hand towards Zhang Yuan!

This sharp sword was a family heirloom of Wang Chen, cutting hair with ease and slicing through iron as if it were mud, reaching the pinnacle of mortal soldiers.

With Wang Chen’s full strength infused, the sword momentum burst forth like a rainbow, shining with dazzling sword light that was soul-stirring.

A strong sense of crisis forced this swordsman to unleash his strongest strike.

Wang Chen did not believe that any martial artist below Tier Four could withstand this sword of his!

But as the thought arose, a sheet of white snow light suddenly flashed before him.

Instantly occupying the entire vision of this Tier Three expert!

Wang Chen suddenly felt as if he were falling into an ice cave.

What he saw was not snow light at all, but an unmatchably sharp sword aura!

This sword aura mercilessly broke open his sword momentum, a chilling breath sweeping over him like endless furious waves covering the sky and locking down the surrounding space.

Wang Chen felt like an insect caught in a web, doomed to be killed no matter how much he struggled.

His heart and spirit chilled, and the pride and confidence of a martial artist were instantly crushed!

How could this be possible?

Wang Chen could not believe that a Tier Two Dark Force martial artist not only unleashed strength surpassing his own realm but also exhibited the formless blade qi that only strong people above Tier Three could trigger.

This completely overturned his common sense!

But the brutal reality no longer allowed Wang Chen any more thoughts; he could only do his utmost to sidestep and dodge.

Trying to escape the sword qi ambush from Zhang Yuan.

Slash!

The next moment, a bloody arm fell down.

"Ah!"

Wang Chen let out a miserable scream, staggering backward in extreme embarrassment.

Creating some distance between himself and Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan halted his steps, not immediately pursuing, and withdrew the Yanling Saber he had just swung with some surprise.

He had just activated sixfold strength and sixfold agility, combined with the power of Sword Technique Profound Communication, slashing with all his might at his opponent.

Yet he had only managed to sever one of his opponent’s arms!

The strength of this Tier Three martial artist was evidently stronger than he had anticipated.

No wonder that earlier scout died so miserably!

Zhang Yuan’s eyes toward his opponent grew even more intense with murder intent.

"Wait!"

Wang Chen’s left hand clenched tightly at the wound of his right arm, hoarsely saying, "Let’s make a deal, if you’re willing to swear and spare my life, I can tell you the secret of the Qiushui Sword!"

The secret of the Qiushui Sword?

Zhang Yuan glanced at the severed arm on the ground.

That was Wang Chen’s right arm, still holding a gleaming longsword. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Zhang Yuan knew this was Wang Chen’s famous weapon.

But he truly didn’t know what secret this longsword held!

Zhang Yuan shook his head, "I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I can give you a swift death."

"Heh heh!"

Wang Chen let out a grim laugh, saying resentfully, "Isn’t it that your Furious Whale Gang wants to obtain this sword of mine, to uncover the secret passed down through generations in the Wang Family? Alas, I had eyes but failed to see, mistakenly taking wolves as confidants and inviting calamity to my family!"

Zhang Yuan sneered, "If our Furious Whale Gang wanted your things, would you still have managed to escape here?"

What a joke, while Tier Three Transformation Realm is indeed considered an expert, the Linhai Sub-Branch has three Tier Four True Qi powerhouses.

The Nanxun Sub-Branch above naturally would have even stronger forces.

So in Zhang Yuan’s view, the other party’s indignant words were not worth debating at all.

Wang Chen was silent for a moment before smiling bitterly, "You’re right, but it’s also a fact that your Furious Whale Gang people caused my family to be destroyed. Am I wrong in seeking revenge for my family?"

His voice turned sharp, like a cuckoo crying blood, making one feel heart-wrenching just hearing it!

Zhang Yuan remained expressionless, "Finished talking? Then let’s send you on your way."

Although in Zhang Yuan’s eyes.

This Tier Three Transformation Realm martial artist might not be lying.

He might indeed carry immense grievances, forced into his current situation.

But Zhang Yuan was not a judge.

He had no responsibility or obligation to serve justice for him!

Moreover, Wang Chen had just killed a scout from the Linhe Sub-Branch, so how could one differentiate right and wrong?

"No need to bother."

Wang Chen laughed heartily, "I’ve already told you the secret of the Qiushui Sword; remember what you promised!"

He used all his strength in these two sentences, his voice echoed like thunder all around.

Bam!

This Tier Three martial artist struck his palm heavily on his own forehead.

Instantly dying on the spot.