Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1487 Clash of Artistic Conceptions
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"A challenge?" A calm yet intrigued voice suddenly rang out. "I'm very interested as well."

Xue Shiming and the members of the Tiandou Team appeared from the corner of the passage behind the Bingfeng Team. The group walked steadily and carried an undeniable aura, which naturally made the members of the Bingfeng Team step aside to make way for them.

Many members of Team Tiandou had their eyes fixed intently on Chen Xiaojun, the legendary "third-place scholar," their research subject, with a mountain of intelligence data already piled up.

Xue Shiming smiled and looked directly at Chen Xiaojun: "Brother Chen, the battle four years ago was extremely enjoyable, and it was also the first defeat of my life."

"In this competition, we must have a good contest and see who comes out on top."

His tone was frank; as a prince, his ability to openly admit defeat was remarkable, demonstrating a magnanimous spirit and attitude that drew admiration.

Chen Xiaojun narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Your Highness flatters me. That incident back then..."

Before he could finish speaking, a slightly spoiled voice interrupted him: "Hey cousin, if you're being too overtly modest, then you're just being a bit hypocritical!"

Ye Zijun crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly. "Our captain wants to fight you to get back at you. Isn't that perfectly reasonable and normal? Why are you keeping it to yourself? Isn't it tiring?!"

Chen Xiaojun smiled helplessly. His cousin's personality was indeed a bit hard to handle, and it was his fault.

Just then, a tall and robust figure stepped out steadily from behind Xue Shiming; it was Tang Chen.

His sharp gaze locked onto Chen Xiaojun, and his voice was deep: "Brother Chen, four years ago I challenged you to a duel, but your brother stopped me."

"This competition is the perfect opportunity to fulfill my long-cherished wish."

His words were concise, yet carried an undeniable fighting spirit.

As soon as Tang Chen finished speaking, the atmosphere in the passageway instantly became subtle and tense.

Xue Shiming is the sixth most outstanding student; Tang Chen is the tenth most outstanding student; now the two of them have issued a challenge to Chen Xiaojun, who holds the third-highest rank!
The top ten geniuses on the Prodigy Ranking had such a direct intersection here!

Almost everyone subconsciously held their breath, their bodies tensing up involuntarily, as if the surrounding air had frozen.

Just as Chen Xiaojun was about to speak, a sudden change occurred.

Xue Shiming exuded a majestic and awe-inspiring kingly aura, spreading out without reservation, like an invisible barrier enveloping the surroundings.

Almost at the same moment, Tang Chen also unleashed his aura, a deep and domineering aura originating from the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, carrying a majestic and overwhelming, all-encompassing, and hostile intent.

Chen Xiaojun's eyes narrowed, and almost instinctively, the sharp aura that he had always kept hidden within him suddenly erupted.

A sharp beam of light, condensed to its fullest extent and piercing the sky, shot into the heavens!

Draw your sword!

No longer about washing away the superficial and hiding one's true nature.

Three distinct yet equally powerful auras collided violently, creating an invisible pressure that rubbed intensely against the air.

Even more astonishingly, Xue Shiming and Tang Chen's auras were subtly connected, forming a coercive synergy that encircled Chen Xiaojun in terms of momentum.

Two to one!

Just as the atmosphere was at a stalemate and the pressure was mounting, a slender figure unexpectedly cut into the center of the storm.

Xiao Yi quietly stood beside Chen Xiaojun, and a layer of infinite vitality and an all-encompassing aura silently bloomed.

This aura, like spring vines winding around a tree, instantly merged with Chen Xiaojun's soaring sharpness—a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, movement and stillness, forming a unique and stable concept of yin and yang in harmony.

Xue Shiming's kingly majesty and Tang Chen's heavy, domineering, and hostile intent, when faced with this yin-yang fusion of intent, felt as if their power was being cleverly absorbed and dispersed into an invisible void, like a fist striking a highly resilient cotton wadding.

Seeing this, Ning Zhongtian, who had been silent all along, moved his eyes slightly. He took a step forward and stood to the side and in front of Xue Shiming and Tang Chen.

At the same time, a holy, clear, yet powerful light of intention emanated from him—"Holy Light"!
As the "Three Heroes of the Heavenly Battle," they possess a level of tacit understanding that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

The moment Ning Zhongtian's holy light intent entered, it was as if a catalyst was injected into the magnificence of the king's aura and the weight of the domineering intent, instantly multiplying the power of those two already powerful auras!

A violent aura swept outwards, forcing the onlookers to retreat several steps. Only a few people were able to stand still, such as Zhan Ruoxi, whose eyes remained cold throughout. She exuded an aura that could freeze everything, resisting the impact.

The combined aura of the Three Heroes of Heaven, amplified by the Holy Light, instantly overwhelmed the Yin-Yang aura formed by Chen Xiaojun and Xiaoyi.

However, faced with this immense pressure, which was like a mountain collapsing, Chen Xiaojun and Xiaoyi's auras did not shrink back; instead, they suddenly changed.

Their thoughts, originally a balance of strength and gentleness, transformed into a more mysterious and ineffable harmonious rhythm, as if two souls were intertwined to form the same silent melody, profound, vast, yet perfectly integrated, subtly revealing a profound realm of perfect harmony, like the harmonious singing of phoenixes.

This is the essence of their deep love, a near-perfect and complete concept.

This new artistic conception was so stable and profound that it firmly withstood the powerful impact of the three heroes of the Heavenly Battle, which combined the aura of kingship with the amplification of holy light. The auras of both sides once again formed a delicate balance, and invisible ripples of confrontation intertwined and collided in the void.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, a full minute passed.

The invisible yet tangible thoughts of the two groups of people were fiercely intertwined and collided in the center of the narrow passage.

The released pressure made the air thick and distorted.

Some people instinctively wanted to step forward to intervene, but were quickly pulled back by their companions. For example, Zhu Wuneng was about to make a move when Chen Mu raised his hand to stop him and silently shook his head.

Meanwhile, on the Tian Dou team's side, Ling Xinyao seemed to be about to step forward as well, but Ye Zijun, who was beside her, subtly grabbed her wrist.

At this moment, Ye Zijun turned around, with a deliberately relaxed air, and suddenly interjected: "This must be your sister-in-law, right?"

This statement is like throwing a stone into a lake.

The intense, stagnant atmosphere in the center, which had been tense and rigid, was gently stirred by these sudden words, as if fine cracks had suddenly appeared on the solid ice surface.

The five people facing off had a thought almost simultaneously.

The overwhelming and heavy thoughts that had been permeating the surroundings paused slightly, like a giant beast pausing briefly after being startled.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Shiming's regal aura, as bright as the sun, subsided, like the golden sun disappearing into the clouds, its light slowly receding.

Tang Chen followed closely behind, and that heavy and domineering will no longer surge and crush, but rather returned to its origin calmly, like the deep sea flowing back to its source.

Chen Xiaojun and Xiaoyi were of one mind, and the profound Yin-Yang harmony was like a silkworm spinning its cocoon, with the continuous energy silently wrapping around and retracting into themselves.

Finally, Ning Zhongtian's holy light vanished like morning dew, leaving no trace.

As the five people gradually and systematically withdrew their thoughts.

The air, which had been almost stagnant from being compressed, began to flow again, bringing a touch of coolness.

Many of those who had just been forced to retreat and were still standing at a distance subconsciously put their hands to their chests or throats and let out a long, silent sigh.

The five people's eyes met briefly in the air, and they nodded slightly to each other, temporarily putting an end to the silent probing and scheming.

Xiao Yi sensed Ye Zijun's gaze and words, and turned slightly to look at Chen Xiaojun.

Chen Xiaojun immediately understood and explained in a low voice, "This is my cousin Ye Zijun, from my maternal uncle's family."

Ye Xiuxin's family?! In the Chen family, besides Chen Xiaojun, Ye Xiuxin is the closest person to her.

Xiao Yi's medical skills were also passed down from the Ye family.

Xiao Yi gracefully bowed slightly towards Ye Zijun, her voice clear and melodious: "Cousin Zijun."

This can be considered a formal greeting.

Cousin? Cousin is a nice way to address someone.

Ye Zijun smiled brightly: "I've heard of Xiaoyi's great name for a long time, but I've never had the chance to see her in person. It's all my fault for hiding you so well."

She glanced at Chen Xiaojun with a hint of reproach, "Seeing you today, I realize that the title of 'peerless beauty' is truly well-deserved. Your temperament is so captivating that it makes one forget the mundane world."

Her words were warm and slightly overly familiar, but her eyes showed genuine appreciation.

Xiao Yi remained calm and simply said softly, "Sister, you flatter me."

Her gaze inadvertently passed over Ye Zijun and landed on a figure not far behind her—Ling Xinyao was also looking at her, her gaze carrying an icy coldness and a hint of complex scrutiny that was hard to detect.

Ye Zijun's sharp eyes caught the exchange in that instant, and she understood what was happening.

Ling Xinyao's lingering feelings for Chen Xiaojun were something she often teased and joked about.

However, now is clearly not the time to dwell on these things.

Now that the suffocating atmosphere of the confrontation has been broken, it's time to gracefully withdraw.

She chatted casually with Xiaoyi for a couple more minutes with a smile, then promptly returned to Team Tiandou.

Chen Xiaojun didn't linger any longer. After nodding to Xue Shiming, Tang Chen, Ning Zhongtian, and Ling Xinyao, whose gazes were complicated, he led the Chang'an group and left the passage filled with the silent smoke of battle.

During this time, they also greeted Zhan Ruoxi and the others from the Frozen Team, and behind them... a certain gaze met.

Then, the voices of Xue Shiming, the social butterfly, greeting the Frozen Team came from behind.

……

Walking in the group, Zhu Wuneng quickly stepped forward and lowered his voice: "Young Master, just now..."

Chen Xiaojun didn't stop walking, and replied in a low voice, "Let's talk in the private room."

The group quickly left the scene.

Although the brief and thrilling clash of wills just now was resolved and seemed somewhat anticlimactic, no one present was at peace.

A sense of unease and a strong fighting spirit mingled and lingered.

The unfinished meaning lingers, its echoes resonating long afterward.

(End of this chapter)