Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 1796 - 1891: Absolutely Impossible

Su Chen suddenly looked up.

"Dark Oblivion, Heavenly Witch Mountain, go!"

With a wave of his left hand, not even a fraction of a breath was needed; in an instant, faster than thought, beyond limits, surpassing the speed of light, he unleashed two successive moves.

One move of Dark Oblivion, a black beam shot out darkly, straight as an arrow, swiftly moving.

Followed by the frenzied suppression, icy dominance, and ancient force of the Martial Mountain.

The two combined, seamlessly fused in the fluctuation.

Both were black.

One was like a luminous airflow.

One was stable, solid, gathered in form.

There should be no sense of fusion at all.

Yet, the fact was, at this moment, the Dark Oblivion Beam penetrated the mountain body of the Heavenly Witch Mountain.

This fused technique was completed under the guidance of the Great Superimposition Rule as an opportunity found.

It was difficult.

Yet remarkably strong.

Of course, currently, Su Chen had only grasped the basics, so at most, he could only fuse two martial skills.

This fused martial skill was named by Su Chen as "Witch Mountain Silencing"!

Witch Mountain Silencing carries an aura of extreme suppression, extreme condensation, extreme strength, extreme melting, and extreme weirdness; it charges forward to confront the Great Demonic Swallowing Heaven Hand.

And as Witch Mountain Silencing was unleashed, Su Chen shouted: "Floating, Tao, Fusion, Obliteration!"

Suddenly.

Above the heavens.

The character ’Tao’ fiercely shone, infinite sharpness, infinite tearing, blazing through the Nine Heavens, its glow pouring down, silently yet fiercely countless times over.

One ’Tao’ character pressed upon.

The ’Floating’ character did not concede, its enigmatic twists, roaming, flowing, encircling, winding around...

’Tao’ like a man, domineering, fierce, harsh and blazing, while ’Floating’ like a man, soft as water, floating and rippling, gently enveloping.

In the blink of an eye.

’Tao’ and ’Floating’ fused together.

Forming another character.

That character, elegant, enigmatic, piercingly shrill to the soul, moved in an instant, decisively suppressed!!!

Descending from the sky.

Targeting Sui Yiren’s gigantic, black fist seal, which had already reached in front of Su Chen.

In the blink of an eye.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Before the billions of spectators had time to react.

Witch Mountain Silencing collided head-on with the Great Demonic Swallowing Heaven Hand.

The crashing sounds were like a clash between two oceans.

Black waves soared to a height of a hundred thousand meters!

The tragic shrieks echoed, roaming and annihilating the void for eight thousand miles.

The aura of destruction engulfed everything madly! Spreading in all directions!!! It seemed to fill the entire Deceptive Realm Battlefield.

And that fusion character of ’Tao’ and ’Floating’ pressed down upon Sui Yiren’s fist seal, like a collision between two Planes.

Blazing fire, akin to ghostly flames, surged incessantly, the temperature condensed to the extreme, burning away too many surrounding air currents.

One by one, dense black holes rippled outward, devouring, devouring more, like mouths of demons.

In the distance.

The battles of Lian Yinyin and Jin Yuer, Ge Xiao and Huang Zhetian, halted abruptly, their faces changing wildly, stunned and terrified...

And those sitting on stone chairs, tens of thousands of Martial Cultivators, and the tens of billions of viewers watching on the giant screens.

At this moment!

Everyone’s Divine Soul was torn apart!

It was like their thoughts were crushed, as if becoming vegetative, overwhelmed by indescribable shock, disbelief, and trembling terror.

Su... Su... Su Chen, how could he be this strong? As powerful as a Demon God?! He could really resist? This... this scenario shouldn’t even exist as an illusion, right?

Moreover, Su Chen’s resistance seemed stronger, crazier, more invincible!

Just now, Su Chen’s speed in action during a split-second showed it clearly; such speed was beyond what regular Deity Level Second or even Third Level Realms could achieve, wasn’t it?

And those strange, fused martial skills filled with endless melting and suppressive aura.

And the ones on the heavens capable of font integration, blending with each other, intertwined martial skills.

All too incredible.

What exactly are those martial skills? Unheard of, unseen.

Even with mental imagination, they would be hard to conceive, wouldn’t they?

Yet the power of these two great martial skills truly existed, truly belonged to Su Chen, and they were the ultimate!!

"......" Xu Linwei’s aged, weathered eyes were about to pop out, the mockery, the amusement, the joy on his face were yet to fade, completely frozen, as if he saw a ghost.

Guo Cheng, Lin Zhi, were similar.

Su Chen possessed such power?

When did someone over a hundred years old, from Great Luo Heaven, of Heavenly Dao realm, rival Deity Level Second and Third Levels?

Were they mad, or was this Plane insane? Even with greater talent, more monstrous power, greater fortune, more madness, should there not be a limit?

But with Su Chen, there was no limit.

All impossibilities, miracles, became possible, became commonplace.

Looking again at Shen Qinglin, he nearly fainted, his entire face twitching!

He thought Su Chen would be crushed by Sui Yiren like an ant!

He believed Su Chen had no qualification to make a move or join the battle!

He believed that before Sui Yiren’s terrifying fist seal even landed on Su Chen, Su Chen would die...

Unexpectedly... those were all his assumptions.

Shen Yiyao also covered her small mouth.

Preventing her exclamations from escaping.

Tailing Nishang trembled, holding her breath, her beautiful eyes never shone this brightly.

A moment later.

Deceptive Realm Battlefield.

"Cough cough cough..." In the endless black, destructive air currents, amidst the frenzied, rolling black fire light, Sui Yiren and Gu Taisheng looked somewhat disheveled, their bodies charred black, blood at the corners of their mouths, neither dead nor critically injured, but somewhat harmed.

The duo remained one left, one right.

The duo lifted their heads, fixing their gaze on Su Chen.

Staring at Su Chen, unscathed, without a single scratch.

Their eyes twitched!

Violently twitching.

With wrath, disbelief, trembling terror, fear, unwillingness, irrationality.

Even, as the duo gazed at Su Chen, gazed and gazed, until their eyes were bloodshot.

"This is impossible..." Gu Taisheng roared, fists clenched, furiously and gruesomely shouting: "Su Chen, you can’t possibly have this power! It’s absolutely impossible!"

Taigu Sheng’s body shuddered, shaking, as if vigorously shaken by someone, his chest heaving intensely, as though his heart would burst forth.

"Su Chen, you... you must have luck, it must be!" Sui Yiren couldn’t accept, wouldn’t accept it even in death, not much better than Gu Taisheng.