Chapter 55
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Chapter 55: Connecting Orifices
"How about it, Ye Yun? Ready to admit defeat?" Duan Chenfeng asked with hidden meaning.
Ye Yun shot him a cold look. "Admit defeat? With this spiritual power drain, you can’t throw many more punches."
"Is that so?"
Without another word, Duan Chenfeng raised his fists again.
Blazing sun above, dark ghost below!
Within the overwhelming force lurked a sinister aura. Both attacks struck simultaneously—one scorching like sunlight, the other eroding like abyssal darkness. Together, they created instant lethal danger.
The devastating punch arrived before Ye Yun instantly. As before, he weakly raised his hands to block.
The impact sent Ye Yun flying like a kite, slamming him against the arena railings. He barely twisted mid-air to land on his feet.
Though pale as death, Ye Yun still refused to surrender.
"Still stubborn? Soon even begging for mercy will be too late," Duan Chenfeng warned coldly, brows furrowed.
Ye Yun took deep breaths to steady himself, then silently gestured for Duan Chenfeng to attack.
"Hmm?"
A strange glint flashed in Duan Chenfeng’s eyes as his fists clashed.
Great Sun Dark Ghost!
Eerie darkness coalesced within blazing light, forming an iron fist that shot forward instantly.
Cornered against the railings, Ye Yun pushed forward with bloodless palms. He channeled nearly all his spiritual power into this strike—safe in the knowledge the black and white light would neutralize any invading force. Life-and-death battles bred battle experience.
"Counterattacking? You court death!" Duan Chenfeng’s eyes narrowed at Ye Yun’s spiritual surge.
BOOM!
The collision blasted Ye Yun backward. The reinforced railings cracked under impact but held. Clutching the bars, Ye Yun stood despite paper-white pallor.
The fist’s force had been absorbed harmlessly. Only spiritual exhaustion remained.
"Brother Duan, your spiritual reserves seem low too," Ye Yun rasped with a ghostly smile.
Duan Chenfeng froze. Even expecting Ye Yun’s resilience, surviving that strike defied belief.
Gasps erupted below. No black robe disciple could withstand three Great Sun Dark Ghost Fist strikes—not even Nan Cheng, nearing Qi refining stage. Yet Ye Yun stood, shuffling forward despite terrible pallor.
Duan Chenfeng stayed motionless, eyes calculating.
"I underestimated you. You’re still hiding strength."
As he spoke, his aura shifted. Crackling sounds erupted as hundreds of orifices opened simultaneously.
"Sixth stage of body refinement—Connecting Orifices stage!"
"Connecting Orifices stage? Impossible!"
Gasps multiplied. Even Elder Lan looked shocked.
Duan Chenfeng’s cultivation had clearly been fifth stage Internal Breathing earlier. Now hundreds of orifices flowed freely—a feat only possible after long-term Connecting Orifices mastery.
Heavenly Sword Sect’s greatest genius Murong Wuqing had only opened ninety-nine orifices initially. Two explanations remained: either Duan Chenfeng surpassed Murong Wuqing, or he’d long concealed his true power via secret techniques. The latter seemed obvious.
Elder Lan and Chunyu Yan exchanged stunned glances—their cultivation should’ve seen through any disguise.
"Still confident to take my punch, Ye Yun?"
Duan Chenfeng’s icy calm contrasted with the crowd’s turmoil.
"He’s deeper than he appeared."
While others expected fear, Ye Yun felt anticipation. Enhanced spiritual power meant greater gains for his black and white light.
"Come."
Ye Yun’s flat reply made Duan Chenfeng frown. Without words, he stepped forward.
Light exploded from the Great Sun Boxing Gloves replicas—black and white energies intertwining flawlessly. The radiance dwarfed previous strikes.
