Full Force Strike

"Chen Shuo!"

Su Xiyan's voice was almost a scream as she watched Chen Shuo, covered in wounds, swaying unsteadily. Her heart twisted into knots.

At this moment, she forgot that this was just a scene in a play and rushed towards Chen Shuo.

Seeing Su Xiyan charging towards him, Chen Shuo frowned. To prevent her from getting involved, he used his mental powers to create a barrier around the area.

Su Xiyan tried to break through the barrier, but her power was still too weak.

After several attempts, she couldn't make it budge an inch.

Just as she was about to lose her temper, Chen Shuo shakily got to his feet and gave her a thumbs-up gesture.

It was this gesture that finally calmed Su Xiyan down.

She remembered that Chen Shuo had told her before that if he ever made this gesture, it meant that everything was fine on his end.

Reassured by this signal, the previously panicked Su Xiyan regained her composure. With her rationality restored, she threw herself back into her work.

She still had many things to do - the chaos at the scene needed to be brought under control. Moreover, she had to find official media outlets to prevent any negative publicity from spreading.

As for Chen Shuo, although he appeared to be covered in wounds, he hadn't actually suffered any real damage from Elder Xu's attacks.

If it had been his former self, he might have been injured by a single hit.

But thanks to a stroke of luck from his previous misfortune, his body's strength had now reached an incredible level.

Although Elder Xu hadn't used his full power this time, Chen Shuo could sense that the other party had used about fifty percent of his strength.

Even at fifty percent, the attack only felt like a slight tickle to Chen Shuo. He was confident that even if Elder Xu used his full power, he could defend against it without suffering any harm under normal circumstances.

The wounds on his body now were all illusions created by Chen Shuo himself. To make it look realistic, he had even used his internal energy to burst open his own muscles.

Chen Shuo had really gone all out this time.

Elder Xu sensed something unusual during his clash with Chen Shuo, and his expression became complex as he looked at Chen Shuo. "You..."

"What about me? Come at me with everything you've got. For my parents, I have no other choice," Chen Shuo roared before the other could finish speaking, and charged forward again. Faced with Chen Shuo's fierce attack, Elder Xu didn't dare to be careless.

However, Elder Xu was also a battle-hardened veteran. His years of combat experience made him very skilled.

Chen Shuo's attacks were easily deflected several times. During one collision of their fists, the two found themselves locked in a standoff.

The enormous force of their clash caused thunder and lightning to rumble around them!

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Elder Xu once again expressed his shock: "Who on earth are you?"

"Elder Xu, what kind of question is that?" Chen Shuo was somewhat surprised by Elder Xu's inquiry. He had always kept his strength at the level of a Demon King, and had never been discovered despite doing so consistently.

Even the Demon King from his own clan hadn't noticed anything unusual in their several encounters. Yet this Elder Xu had seen through him in just their first direct confrontation.

"You're stronger than any Demon King I've ever met. You've truly surprised me!"

Elder Xu didn't elaborate further, but his eyes gained a hint of fervor as he looked at Chen Shuo.

Since becoming a Legendary Demon Hunter, he had encountered Demon Kings a few times. Although each mission had been extremely dangerous and had even cost the Monster Hunters' Guild significant losses,

Xu Changjun, as a Legendary Demon Hunter, had always remained composed.

It wasn't until this clash with Chen Shuo that, even with equal strength, Elder Xu felt a sense of crisis.

This feeling only emerged when one's life was truly threatened.

Therefore, Chen Shuo's terrifying power might far exceed what was visible on the surface.

"Elder Xu, this is no time for jokes. In a moment, I'll give you an opening. Remember, hit me in the chest with all your strength."

Chen Shuo deliberately changed the subject. To make the performance more realistic, he planned to let Elder Xu strike for real.

Elder Xu's heart jolted, his pupils contracting sharply. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

A full-power attack?

Chen Shuo was indeed extraordinary, stronger than the Demon Kings he had encountered. But his full-power strike could annihilate a Demon King.

Even if the target defended in time, they would still be severely injured. If they failed to defend, even a Demon King would perish.

Now Chen Shuo wanted him to strike with full force - wasn't this madness?

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly serious!"

With that said, there was no more time for further conversation between them.

After another exchange of moves, Chen Shuo flew back more than ten meters, gasping heavily and looking utterly disheveled.

Yet his eyes, as he looked at Elder Xu, still burned with intensity.

"Come on, show me your true power!"

Chen Shuo roared, charging forward again like a madman. The air seemed to tear apart in his wake.

Riding the powerful gust, Chen Shuo arrived before Elder Xu.

A powerful palm strike aimed directly at Elder Xu's crown. Faced with such a fierce attack, Elder Xu merely sidestepped, with no wasted movement.

As he absorbed the power of heaven and earth into his body, it all concentrated in his fist and palm.

This was Elder Xu's full-power strike. Except when facing vampires with the strength of a Demon King, it had been a long time since he had to use his full power.

The full-force palm strike landed on Chen Shuo, who let out a muffled groan.

The next moment, Chen Shuo was sent flying. He flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground. As he hit the ground, Chen Shuo felt the world spinning around him.

A surge of blood rushed to his throat.

"Puh!"

Finally unable to hold it back, Chen Shuo spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Shuo hadn't expected a full-power palm strike from a Legendary Demon Hunter to be so formidable. He possessed the strength of a Demon Saint,

and his physical toughness even slightly surpassed that of a Demon Saint. Yet even he was injured by the full-power palm strike of a Legendary Demon Hunter.

Fortunately, the other party hadn't caused him too severe an injury. With just a bit of regulating his breath, Chen Shuo could fully recover.

The Legendary Demon Hunter truly lived up to his reputation.

With this appreciation in mind, Chen Shuo decided not to drag things out any longer. Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he shouted to the sky, "Xiao Mingchen! When the hell are you going to make your move? If you don't act soon, I won't be able to hold on much longer!"

Just as Chen Shuo's words faded, the barrier surrounding them flickered, and a dark, tall figure appeared within the barrier.

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