**Chapter Title: Clash of Titans**
The power of this palm strike was sufficient to obliterate mountains hundreds of feet tall!
"Zhao Chen is indeed formidable, to use such a technique!"
"Zhao Chen has always been arrogant. Zhao Yan is finished now!"
"Finish him, Zhao Chen! Vent our frustration!"
As the cries of the crowd echoed around him, Zhao Chen's expression turned colder, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
"Do you think you can withstand this strike?"
Zhao Chen laughed derisively. He was immensely confident in his Heavenly Thunder Palm, unaware of its full devastating potential, which suited his aggressive nature. If he didn't give his all, he'd feel unsatisfied.
Yet, his face still bore a look of self-assurance. After all, he was a direct descendant of the Zhao family, both exceptionally talented and powerful. He did not believe for a moment that he could lose to Zhao Yan.
"Let's see how you handle this strike!" Zhao Chen thrust his palms forward, sending bolts of thunder and lightning from his body hurtling towards Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan, feeling the formidable power of the lightning, was inwardly shocked.
"Such power... it seems I need to use all my strength!" A fierce desire to fight rose in Zhao Yan's heart.
As Zhao Chen's thunder and lightning neared, Zhao Yan sensed its terror.
"Zhao Chen's Heavenly Thunder Palm is formidable indeed; even I feel it's hard to resist!"
Zhao Chen scoffed as he launched dual attacks at Zhao Yan's shoulders and abdomen, each capable of tearing a person apart.
"Zhao Chen's strike is truly fearsome!"
"Unquestionably, he's a worthy scion of the Zhao family!"
"I told you, Zhao Chen's strength is no bluff!"
"Go on, Zhao Chen! Cripple him!"
...
The murmuring of the crowd grew louder.
In their eyes, if Zhao Chen could defeat Zhao Yan, they might regain their prestige, and he might even become the next patriarch of the Dongfang family. Their expectations for Zhao Chen soared.
Yet, as Zhao Chen's attack drew near to Zhao Yan, they still couldn't spot Zhao Chen's figure.
This puzzled the crowd, causing them to furrow their brows.
Even Zhao Chen felt something was off.
"What's going on? Why can't I see him?" Zhao Chen was filled with doubt.
At that moment, while Zhao Chen was momentarily distracted, he suddenly felt an immense pressure from behind. This force felt bone-crushing, compelling Zhao Chen to turn around. He saw a golden dragon tail descending from the sky, whipping up a fierce wind and striking him across the face.
SMACK!
Zhao Chen screamed as he was hurled backward, landing outside the ring.
"What? Zhao Chen actually lost!"
"How could Zhao Chen possibly lose?"
"My God! Am I seeing things?"
The crowd was stunned as Zhao Chen was beaten so thoroughly by Zhao Yan, far beyond their expectations.
This turn of events was utterly unforeseen!
Moreover, Zhao Chen's status was too noble. He was a direct descendant of the Zhao family, and Zhao Yan was just an outsider. How could he possibly defeat Zhao Chen?
But soon, they realized the truth.
They saw Zhao Chen stand up from the ground, shaky but uninjured.
Zhao Chen was tall and striking in his white attire, his deep, wise eyes adding to his impressive demeanor.
As Zhao Chen stood unharmed, whether it was the four major families or other sects' warriors, all were astounded.
In their minds, Zhao Yan should have been incapable of defeating Zhao Chen.
But unexpectedly, not only had Zhao Yan defeated Zhao Chen, but he had also done so without sustaining any injuries.
"It seems my guess was right, Zhao Yan must have some tricks up his sleeve!"
"Indeed, although Zhao Chen uses the powerful Heavenly Thunder Jutsu, the Zhao family's techniques are known for their lightning power, yet Zhao Yan's physical defense is formidable. But Zhao Chen's speed is quite weak!"
"This Zhao Yan is incredibly strong!"
"Truly, this is the first time I've seen someone withstand Zhao Chen's attack unharmed!"
...
Despite his defeat, Zhao Chen wore a smile, looking at Zhao Yan and saying, "Zhao Yan, I only used 30% of my strength just now. You still can't withstand me!"
With that, Zhao Chen again unleashed thunder and lightning between his arms, launching a fierce assault on Zhao Yan.
Many onlookers gasped at the sight.
"Such powerful thunder and lightning, I've never seen such might before!"
"This time, Zhao Yan might really be in danger!"
...
They believed that Zhao Chen's thunder and lightning were now several times stronger than before!
Seeing this, Zhao Yan's gaze hardened. He hadn't expected Zhao Chen's lightning to be so powerful, giving him a real sense of pressure.
But having an indestructible body, Zhao Yan remained calm.
In his mind, the Nine Heavens Sword Array took form.
The power of the sword array coursed through his body as he activated the Nine Heavens Sword Technique, immediately manifesting a gigantic sword array around him.
This array, learned from the Realm of Thunder Spirits, erupted with sharp sword energies.
Where the sword energies passed, the lightning was instantly severed.
However, there was simply too much lightning, and Zhao Chen kept generating more.
Not only behind him, but the audience could only hear thunderous sounds, unable to see Zhao Chen.
"This Zhao Yan is truly monstrous. What level has his physical defense reached to be able to block such an attack from Zhao Chen?"
"Indeed, it's my first time seeing someone physically resist Zhao Chen's attacks!"
...
As the discussion continued, Zhao Chen chuckled and continued to generate waves of lightning, his attacks relentless and seemingly infinite.
"Nine Heavens Sword Array, activate!"
Zhao Yan roared, pointing his finger and instantly, intersecting sword energies formed a massive blade shadow, striking in all directions. Each blade carried unmatched destructive power, shredding all the lightning to pieces.