Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1021 - Underestimated Chen Fan

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The explosion shook the sky. The terrifying force surged like the waves, sweeping out in all directions through heaven and earth.

Swish!

Chen Fan was blasted backward like a cannonball, streaking through the air for a thousand meters before he finally stabilized himself.

“He’s indeed strong!”

Chen Fan’s arm trembled non-stop. That strike earlier had nearly broken his arm.

Yet, his eyes shone brightly. This level of power... It was within his tolerance. Beishan Hong was formidable, but not beyond his reach.

More importantly, Chen Fan had yet to unleash his full strength.

“Hmm?” Beishan Hong’s expression stiffened. A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes before his face darkened.

He had proclaimed that he would take care of Chen Fan in one move. Yet now, Chen Fan stood firm—not a single wound, not even a hair out of place. In front of countless spectators, this was nothing short of a slap to his face.

Beishan Hong immediately felt his face turn hot. If word spread, wouldn’t he become a laughingstock?

“You do have some skill. If I hadn’t held back, afraid that a full-force punch would reduce you to dust, you’d already be dead. I could have claimed your life even if I used only seventy percent of my strength, you know that?”

An excuse. A flimsy attempt to cover up his failure.

“Hahahaha, Beishan Hong, your skin is really thick, even thicker than Zhuge Yan’s. Does everyone in the Sun Moon Divine Sect the Art of Thick Skin? The stronger the shamelessness, the greater the power?” Chen Fan mocked.

Muffled snickers spread through the crowd. Many nearly burst out laughing but forcibly held it in, their faces turning red—no one dared to lose control under Beishan Ling’s presence.

Even more were shocked at Chen Fan’s strength.

“Chen Fan is actually this powerful!”

“Oh my god, that punch from Beishan Hong earlier could have blown up even an ordinary ninth-level Manifestation realm, yet Chen Fan isn’t hurt at all. This is unbelievable.”

“I know, right? He’s three whole cultivation levels lower! The gap should be impossible to bridge.”

“No wonder he could instantly kill that other guy from the Sun Moon Divine Sect.”

“......”

The crowd was shaken to the core.

Beishan Hong’s earlier strike, which could crush elite Manifestation realm experts, had failed to do anything more than send Chen Fan flying. Not a scratch. Not a wound.

Expressions shifted; some astonished, some apprehensive.

Sitting on their golden seats, Ji Huang and Beishan Ling only watched all of this quietly, calm and collected, as if there was nothing in the world that could stir their emotions.

A hint of surprise showed on Qin Yao’s face. Chen Fan’s strength had exceeded her expectations.

Even if he wasn’t as strong as Beishan Hong, at the very least, he could fight back.

Beishan Hong’s expression instantly changed. He stared at Chen Fan coldly and said, “What a sharp tongue!”

He hadn’t just mocked Beishan Hong, he had mocked the entire Sun Moon Divine Sect. He deserved to die!

Chen Fan wore a faint smile on his face, stepping forward in the sky, and walking toward Beishan Hong step by step. He said indifferently, “Beishan Hong, so this is the extent of your strength? Turns out, you only excel at boasting.”

“Hmph! You really think that punch was my full strength? How ridiculous!” Beishan Hong revealed a cold smile and said fiercely, “Fine, I won’t give you any more chances from now on. I’ll show you true dominance!”

As his voice fell, Beishan Hong’s aura surged violently, its fluctuations shocking the sky, like the raging waves crashing ashore. His power swelled to an overwhelming degree, shaking heaven and earth as if a primordial beast had awakened in fury.

Beishan Hong exuded an aura of absolute supremacy. He stood like an emperor gazing down upon the world—his presence, vast and unrivaled.

“Blazing Sun Divine Fist!” The same punch blasted out.

An even thicker white fist light shot out violently, even thicker and more terrifying than before. This wasn’t just a punch; it was a force that sought to obliterate all in its path.

Boundless, unstoppable fist intent descended upon the world. The sheer might of the attack shattered space itself, distorting the heavens and reenacting the chaos of creation.

It came crashing toward Chen Fan with the unstoppable momentum of divine judgment.

In an instant, Chen Fan felt a terrifying, invisible force sweeping toward him, suppressing him. It wanted to completely destroy him.

He did not dare to be careless. His expression became extremely grave in a flash, as he knew that this punch had at least eighty to ninety percent of Beishan Hong’s strength if not all.

Chen Fan’s cultivation erupted. Incomparably resplendent golden light surged out of him, and a strong, oppressive aura spread and erupted in an instant, like he was a golden ancient god.

“Break, break, break!”

A light burst out of Chen Fan’s eyes, his aura shocking the heavens. The terrifying aura raged and swept out wildly. Even the stars above seemed to tremble—shimmering, swirling, and converging around his figure.

This was the Nine Heavens Astral Sutra Zhuge Qingfeng had imparted to him, allowing him to cultivate the power of stars.

With his fingers clenching into a fist, Chen Fan struck out! The attack shook the heavens. The terrifying fluctuations swept out fifty thousand kilometers.

Boom, boom, boom!

Rumble!

Shocking explosions shook the heavens. Chen Fan’s fist exploded, turning into shockwaves that destroyed heaven and earth, sweeping through the nine heavens.

“Ugh.” A low groan escaped Chen Fan’s lips as he was once again struck by an immense force and sent hurtling backward.

However, although he was knocked back again, Chen Fan was still fine like before. Only a single drop of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

“What? How is this possible?” Beishan Hong simply could not believe his eyes. His face turned ashen in an instant, his expression extremely ugly. A terrifyingly low pressure erupted from him, making others feel suffocated.

His punch contained more than eighty percent of his strength. He had been certain it would finish Chen Fan, yet somehow, the result remained unchanged.

Below, the crowd was also looking with their eyes wide and their mouths open.

He had dared to challenge Beishan Hong, and now, it was clear why. Though slightly weaker, the gap was nowhere near as vast as they had imagined.

This outcome had utterly shattered their expectations.

Before this, ninety-nine percent of them believed that Beishan Hong would take Chen Fan down in just a move or two; it would be impossible for him to make it past three.

However, it seemed they had all underestimated Chen Fan too much.

Even the calm behemoths, Ji Huang and Beishan Ling, had a light flash across their eyes.

High in the sky, Beishan Hong was no longer calm. The apathy and arrogance he displayed moments ago vanished completely, replaced by cold fury.

In front of countless powerhouses from the Central Continent, he had failed to take down Chen Fan. This wasn’t just a setback—it was the biggest humiliation of his life. Not even jumping into the Yellow River would wash away the shame.

He was Beishan Hong, for goodness’ sake!

“Chen Fan, I admit that I underestimated you. But now... you are finally qualified to witness my true strength!” Beishan Hong shouted fiercely.

Suddenly, a blinding light erupted from him. An indescribable scorching power surged outward. The air rippled and twisted under the terrifying heat, while the fabric of reality melted in its wake.