107: Chapter 105 The Ultimate Compression of Armament Haki

"Then let's see who is harder."

Su Chen's voice was not loud, but in the deathly silent Arena, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

In mid-air.

The Cult Deacon froze for half a second.

Then, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, he threw his head back and burst into hysterical laughter.

"Comparing hardness with an Obsidian Behemoth? Hahaha! Ignorant fool!"

The Cult Deacon swung his staff violently, pointing at Su Chen below: "You don't understand the terror of this King Beast at all! In the face of its absolute defense, your laughable brute force will only become a death warrant that shatters your own internal organs!"

"Crush him for me!"

Following the Cult Deacon's command.

"Roar—!!!"

The Obsidian Behemoth opened its fang-filled maw and let out a roar that shattered the clouds.

It moved.

Its terrifying body length of over thirty meters was like a horizontally moving skyscraper. Its four thick limbs, like pillars of heaven, exerted force simultaneously.

"Boom!"

The hard alloy floor of the Arena was like fragile biscuits under its feet, collapsing over a large area instantly.

The giant beast began its charge.

It didn't have any fancy moves; it simply pushed forward, relying on its extreme mass and speed.

The mountain of beast corpses along the way were trampled into meat paste; several remaining ten-meter-high load-bearing steel columns were snapped in half and sent flying by a light bump from its shoulder.

The earth was wailing madly.

The ruins on the high ground were teetering under this terrifying vibration.

The gale brought up by the giant beast's charge was like a Category 12 typhoon, kicking up sand and stones across the sky. Its massive body blocked the blood-colored light falling from the sky, and a suffocating shadow, with the force of an avalanche, loomed over Su Chen's head.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

On the high ground, Chen Fei pulled several injured students and scrambled backward. "This is simply not something human power can block! It's charging over!"

Jiang Feng looked up at the "Black Mountain" pressing down, his eyes tearing at the corners, and roared at Su Chen in front: "Brother Chen! Dodge! You can't take it head-on!"

Outside the light screen.

"Why isn't he running yet!"

Major General Lei Wuji gripped the bulletproof glass, his nails scratching harsh sounds against it, his eyes red with anxiety.

"Facing an Obsidian Behemoth of this level, one must never engage in close combat! This is an iron rule summarized by the military with countless lives!" Major General Lei Wuji almost roared, "This beast is not only hard, but it can also reflect the force it receives twofold! His monstrous strength has now become a burden!"

Patriarch Lin Zhen clenched his fists, his palms covered in cold sweat.

"He can't run," Patriarch Lin Zhen stared fixedly at the big screen. "Once an Obsidian Behemoth's charge is locked on, the surrounding space becomes viscous under the suppression of its aura. He has no long-range means of attrition; he can only wait for death."

Everyone thought Su Chen was in a dead end.

But Su Chen, shown in the close-up on the big screen, had not the slightest hint of retreat or fear in his eyes.

The gale ruffled his black hair.

Su Chen tilted his head slightly, and the crimson Two-Tomoe Sharingan in his eye sockets rotated rapidly, at an extreme speed, even faintly creating a circle of afterimages.

His brain was frantically analyzing the behemoth before him.

"Kinetic energy reflection?"

Su Chen looked at the black crystal armor on the giant beast's surface that shimmered with a dark luster.

"In this world, no defense is absolute."

"The underlying physical logic of reflection is that the crystal undergoes microscopic deformation when impacted, absorbing kinetic energy, and then releasing it."

Su Chen's gaze pierced through the reflection on the giant beast's surface and locked onto a huge crystal on its neck.

"As long as it is matter, there must be a physical threshold."

"As long as I unleash a penetrating force that exceeds the tolerance limit of its crystal structure within the second the blade makes contact. Before it can absorb the kinetic energy and generate a reflection, I will completely shatter its internal structure!"

"The mechanism of reflection will naturally collapse."

Su Chen concluded in his heart.

Simple, brutal.

But extremely deadly.

To pierce this threshold, one needs a destructive force that is extreme and condensed to the limit.

"Rumble!"

The mountain of corpses under his feet began to collapse on a large scale due to the tremor of the approaching giant beast. Severed limbs rolled down the slope.

Su Chen moved.

He did not run backward, nor did he dodge to the sides.

He held the "Black Sword," transformed from Lin Qinghan's broken sword, in his right hand, stepping on the collapsing corpses, walking down the mountain of corpses step by step.

He walked straight toward that terrifying quasi-fifth-tier war machine.

"Is he crazy!" a Great Grandmaster outside the light screen exclaimed, "He still wants to fight head-on?!"

Fifty meters.

The disgusting stench of the giant beast was already rushing toward him.

Su Chen stopped.

He took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his lungs through his nasal cavity.

"Not enough."

Su Chen felt the power wrapped around the black sword in his right hand.

Although the Armament Haki was very strong at this moment, because it had to cover his whole body for defense, the power was dispersed throughout his limbs and bones.

This dispersed strength was not enough to pierce the physical threshold of the quasi-fifth-tier Obsidian Behemoth in an instant.

"Since I want ultimate penetration..."

Su Chen's eyes became crazy and resolute.

With a thought, he made a decision that made everyone who knew the craft feel terrified.

"Withdraw!"

Su Chen gave a low roar in his heart.

In an instant.

The mysterious black metallic luster covering Su Chen's torso, left arm, and legs suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

Following that.

The black armor representing absolute defense actually receded from the surface of his skin like the receding tide!

His lean, strong muscles were exposed to the air again, with bloodstains from his previous breakthrough still remaining on them.

"What is he doing?!"

On the podium, Patriarch Lin Zhen stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair behind him, "He voluntarily withdrew his protective Cultivation Technique?! He gave up defense?!"

Major General Lei Wuji was also incredulous: "Facing kinetic reflection, without protective defense, as long as there is a trace of force reflected back, his Physical Body will instantly collapse!"

On the ruins of the high ground, the students were also stunned.

"He's courting death..." Chen Fei muttered.

In mid-air, the Cult Deacon saw the blackness on Su Chen's body fade and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Have you finally accepted your fate? Knowing that resistance is futile, you've decided to close your eyes and wait for death!"

However, Su Chen had not accepted his fate.

The Armament Haki that had receded from his whole body did not disappear.

Instead, it followed his Meridians, turning into an extremely violent, pitch-black torrent of energy, frantically converging toward his right shoulder!

From the right shoulder, it surged into the upper arm.

From the upper arm, it squeezed into the forearm.

Finally, it was all poured into the palm gripping the sword hilt!

Su Chen took the majestic Qi and blood of his Peak Martial Master level, along with all the [Armament Haki] that originally covered his body, and at this moment, without reservation, compressed it crazily!

Compress! Compress again!

He completely abandoned his body's defense.

He squeezed all his strength and all his will into the broken ice-black sword in his hand!

Abandoning defense, leaving no way out.

Only to exchange for this one fatal strike capable of piercing the sky.

"Hum——!"

As all the Haki poured in, the black sword in Su Chen's hand emitted an extremely harsh sword hum.

The air around the sword began to make "crackle" sonic boom sounds because it could not withstand this extreme, high-density energy.

The muscles of Su Chen's right arm bulged exaggeratedly, and the veins protruded like black horned dragons. Because the skin surface was bearing the overload of energy operation, small blood cuts burst open, and blood flowed down his arm to the back of his hand, only to be instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

"Come."

Su Chen gripped the sword hilt with both hands and crouched slightly.

Those crimson Sharingan were locked onto the Obsidian Behemoth crashing down like Mount Tai in front of him.

His gaze was like a knife, sharp and exposed.