Practice Remembering You

Chapter 314 Limit Value

Ben Chen's actions attracted the attention of everyone present.

Just when everyone thought he was doomed, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, his fist and the huge, tower-like ice cone finally came into contact.

"boom!"

At that moment, everyone watching around the arena fell silent, leaving only the roar of the fist colliding with the ice cone.

A scene beyond everyone's expectations appeared. Ben Chen's fist seemed to be the hardest thing in the world. The feeling of his fist touching the ice spike was like a piece of pig iron hitting an egg. The sharpest and most vulnerable part of the front end of the ice spike instantly shattered in front of his fist, turning into countless ice cubes that splashed everywhere.

This is not the end yet. With a sound of "crack", the huge stopping force was transmitted to the entire ice cone, causing cracks to appear all over the body of the ice cone almost instantly.

The monk from the Extreme Cold Heavenly Palace's expression changed. He felt an overwhelming force from his magic ice cone, like a monster, terrifying enough.

When he felt this huge force, a question popped up in his mind: Is the guy he is facing really a human? How can a human have such a strong physique and strength without relying on true qi?

Moreover, even monsters can't be as ferocious as him. Monsters can only be strong enough if they have demonic energy.

Before he could think any more, Ben Chen suddenly exerted his strength again, and rushed into the ice cone like a cannonball!

The ice cone itself was full of cracks, and after such an impact, it was shattered like a piece of dry wood and rotten wood.

After Ben Chen penetrated and shattered the ice cone, a phantom flashed and the next moment he appeared in front of the cultivator from the Extreme Cold Palace and hit him hard in the abdomen!

"Boom!"

The sound of the fist hitting the abdomen was extremely dull, like a huge drum being struck, forming layers of unclear sound waves that spread out.

The huge impact force caused the body of the monk from the Jihantian Palace to bend uncontrollably, and he flew out like a giant shrimp.

The young man did not pursue the victory, but stood there and looked at his opponent. He knew that his punch had already knocked the opponent out of the ring, so the outcome of this match was already decided.

Besides, after all, this is a competition in the Extremely Cold Heavenly Palace. You can defeat the opponent head-on, but you must not be too arrogant.

The referee elder had no intention of letting them continue fighting, and immediately announced the result: "Zhenhan Sect, Benchen wins."

At this moment, the disciple from the Extreme Cold Heavenly Palace suddenly struggled to get up from the ground. His face was full of pain and anger, as if he wanted to vent all his resentment.

He covered his chest and glared at Ben Chen fiercely, breathing heavily, like a wounded buffalo that was now ferocious.

Ben Chen looked at the other person coldly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sincere and disdainful smile.

Ben Chen has seen many people who can't afford to lose. They are all people who have high expectations but lack the skills, and are arrogant despite not having the strength. When Ben Chen attacks such guys the second time, he will not show some "care" as he did just now.

The disciple from the Extreme Cold Palace's internal energy surged once again, and the already icy air around him became even colder due to his actions.

With a sudden wave of his arm, three huge ice cones condensed out. These ice cones were thicker than the previous ones.

Faced with such a scene, Ben Chen still had an indifferent expression.

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes. To Ben Chen, these ice cones were not worth mentioning at all. Not to mention three, even if there were thirty or three hundred such ice cones in front of him, they would not pose any threat to him at all.

It's like someone throws a ball of soft cotton at you. It won't cause any harm at all, even if someone throws a hundred or a thousand balls of cotton at you.

Ben Chen exudes a dangerous aura and is ready for battle.

At this time, the elder referee stared at the sect's disciple with a bad look, his eyes full of warnings. Obviously, if this disciple continued to attack after receiving his warning, then as the elder referee, he would not tolerate him.

Fortunately, the disciple was just angry and not crazy. After seeing the threatening look in the elder's eyes, he suppressed the anger in his heart. With a wave of his hand, the ice cone was removed in an instant, and then he took care of his own fate.

In fact, after suppressing his anger, reason took over, and he realized that since the opponent could beat him so easily, and he didn't even use his true energy, then even if he went crazy to the extreme, he would not be able to beat the opponent. In the end, not only would he lose face, he would also be seriously injured, and he would also lose a certain amount of goodwill in front of the ancestor and the elders.

Seeing that the other party was not persisting and had suppressed his emotions, Ben Chen naturally stopped the combat state.

The battle ended very quickly, less than three seconds from start to finish, but even so, it was still very shocking.

The fourth-level monks were all in an uproar, and began to discuss the matter privately in a somewhat chaotic manner.

Wu Mengjie and the other five magic weapon realm cultivators were relatively quiet at this time. Everyone had different thoughts and was calculating the strength of a man named Ben Chen.

After thinking for a while, Wu Mengjie sent a telepathic message to Shi Dongdong, "Sister Dongdong, what do you think of Ben Chen's strength? I actually feel that his strength is limited and unfathomable. It doesn't seem like the strength that a fourth-level cultivator can have. Could he actually be a fifth-level cultivator, and then hide it in some way?"

Shi Dongdong shook his head and replied, "The other party is a cultivator of the fourth level of Divine Consciousness. He does not have any hidden spiritual treasures on him. Besides, with my eldest brother and the ancestor of the Extreme Cold Heavenly Palace, Shi Xunpu, here, if the other party was hiding his cultivation, they would have discovered it and told you and me.

Unless the other party has something that can shield the eighth-level cultivator, which is impossible. As for Ben Chen's strength, it is indeed very strong at present, but I always feel that his strength is a bit strange. "

"Sister Dongdong, what do you mean?"

"The strength of the realm of cultivation varies from person to person. In the same realm, some people are strong and some are weak. But no matter what, there is a limit in the middle of this realm. No existence will exceed this limit, even the strongest existence today, Lord Human Emperor, is the same."

“What is this limit value?”

"The limit value is a realm, a numerical limit that can be reached between the highest and lowest strength. Let me use it as an analogy. Suppose the cultivation strength of a realm, the first level of cultivation strength is from one to one hundred points.

The "one" here is the lower limit of this realm. When you reach this realm, you will at least have the strength of "one".

Similarly, the upper limit of this realm is 100. That is to say, the maximum strength you can obtain in this realm is 100 points, and it will not reach 101. If you reach 101, then you are no longer in this realm, but have forcibly broken through to the next realm. "