173: Chapter 173 Reincarnation Mark, Qingchen's Demise!

As Qing Chen's words fell.

The next second.

Qing Chen was teleported into the Beast Fighting Arena.

And the moment he entered the arena.

Qing Chen's entire body began to emit streams of bloody totems, his aura soaring wildly!

Upon closer inspection, there were nine totems in total—on his limbs, head, and torso—each one intricate and sinister, its origins unclear.

The originally heroic and steady-looking Qing Chen had now transformed into a bloodthirsty visage, resembling a demon lord from hell.

Li Fan watched this scene, momentarily baffled by Qing Chen's tactics.

However, the aura emanating from Qing Chen was already comparable to that of a high-level Quasi-God.

A combat power of this level.

Even Li Fan, relying solely on his physical body, needed to take it seriously.

Boom!

Without any verbal exchange or preparatory actions.

Qing Chen instantly transformed into a crimson arc, charging towards Li Fan with terrifying speed, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Such a sight.

Caused the Great Xia spectators, who had been all smiles moments ago, to tense up with nervousness.

This momentum seemed far stronger than Zi Mu and Ao Ying from earlier!

And most importantly, Li Fan showed no intention of dodging.

They couldn't tell if Li Fan intended to take the hit head-on.

Or if he simply hadn't reacted in time.

If it were the latter.

Then Li Fan would truly be in danger.

But obviously, how could it be the latter?

Just as Qing Chen was about to reach Li Fan, Li Fan slightly stepped back with his right leg, clenched his fist, and swung with explosive force.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

With a single punch.

Qing Chen was instantly shattered into pieces, his blood painting a long trail across the arena.

The horrifying scene sent chills down everyone's spines.

However, the hearts of the Great Xia spectators finally settled.

Qing Chen's earlier bold words and terrifying momentum had truly made them think he had something up his sleeve.

Who would have thought it was just for show?

Yet Li Fan, looking at the shattered remains of Qing Chen before him, felt no joy.

Because something felt off.

It seemed a bit too easy.

Just as he grew suspicious.

From every corner of the Beast Fighting Arena—Qing Chen's severed limbs, broken legs, and even the pools of blood—the nine totem patterns reappeared.

The totems above flickered brightly.

The next second.

These severed limbs, pools of blood, and scattered flesh rapidly converged from all directions, ultimately transforming into nine Qing Chens!

And each of these Qing Chens possessed an aura comparable to a high-level Quasi-God!

"What?!"

"What is this?!"

"How is this possible?"

"Nine of them? Wasn't he already dead? What on earth is going on?"

In the Great Xia camp, watching the nine reappearing figures of Qing Chen, everyone's pupils contracted, their faces turning pale.

Coming back to life was one thing.

But who would have imagined he would revive as nine?

Reviving as nine was shocking enough, but each one even possessed peak combat power!

This was simply too outrageous!

Compared to the shock of the Great Xia spectators.

The Alien Race camp was far less astonished.

Because many of them were aware of this secret technique.

"All nine Rebirth Runes have been activated."

"If he can't finish this within ten breaths, it's over."

In the spectator stands, an Alien Race Hall Master gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed intently on the changes within the Beast Fighting Arena.

This revival ability.

Was an inherited secret technique of Qing Chen's clan.

Activating each Rebirth Rune allowed a clone to form upon the original body's death, each clone possessing all the combat power, experience, and techniques of the original.

As long as they could disengage from battle within a certain time frame and allow the clones to merge, the original body could be restored.

It was an incredibly outrageous secret technique.

However, this technique carried great risk and immense consumption, so it was rarely seen used by Qing Chen.

Of course.

This was also largely because Qing Chen's original body was immensely powerful, rarely ever needing to resort to the Rebirth Runes.

But now.

Facing Li Fan, Qing Chen had activated all nine Rebirth Runes at once.

The advantage was that he could instantly elevate his combat power to its peak.

The drawback was.

The time left for him would be extremely short.

This was almost certainly his final stand.

If he could defeat Li Fan within ten breaths and complete the fusion, he might barely cling to life.

If not, he would undoubtedly perish!

Returning focus to the arena.

The appearance of the nine Qing Chen clones had somewhat reversed the situation on the field.

It also caused Li Fan's expression to show a trace of solemnity for the first time in a while.

"Die!"

"Kill!"

...

With the synchronized roars of the nine clones.

The nine Qing Chens charged fiercely at Li Fan.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

In the first clash.

Li Fan was forced on the defensive, constantly parrying attacks.

However, this situation lasted only a few breaths.

After defending for a while, Li Fan shifted his footing, and his movements became elusive.

Facing the lethal strikes of the nine clones, Li Fan's steps were light and nimble, like a swimming dragon, effortlessly evading every attack.

That's right.

This was Li Fan's fully mastered Wind-Treading Art!

Li Fan's physical body was terrifying; his muscle reactions alone were enough to perform many incredible evasive maneuvers.

Now, combined with the Wind-Treading Art, his movements were utterly ghostly.

No matter how Qing Chen attacked, it felt like striking cotton, unable to harm Li Fan in the slightest.

"If you have the guts, fight me head-on! What skill is there in dodging?!"

"Show me your strongest form!!"

Unable to land a single blow, Qing Chen let out a roar tinged with despair.

He wanted a direct, full-force clash with Li Fan.

But Li Fan simply refused to engage him head-on.

This left him immensely frustrated and filled with resentment.

He couldn't accept that his final, most powerful stand would end like this.

And the moment his roar faded.

Li Fan responded.

"If you want to see my strongest form, you might not be qualified."

"But you are a worthy opponent."

With that.

Li Fan began his rampage.

While his agile form moved like a swimming dragon, his terrifyingly heavy fists began to swing methodically.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each swing of his fist eliminated one clone.

In just a few blinks of an eye.

Eight of the nine clones had been shattered.

The final clone didn't even wait for Li Fan to strike; it crumbled on its own, having exceeded the ten-breath time limit.

In the second before its collapse, the fear in Qing Chen's eyes had vanished, replaced by a trace of acceptance.

Because in that fleeting moment, he felt he had glimpsed Li Fan's "health bar."

Of course.

This was merely his dying imagination.

But from this moment on.

The Alien Race's strongest prodigy, Qing Chen, was officially declared fallen!