What truly made everyone's jaws drop, however, was that when Jiang Chen blew a single breath at the purple light, it simply dissipated — no explosion, no sound, nothing at all.
It was fake?
Only then did the onlookers realize what had happened, and every one of them was stunned.
But what shocked them wasn't merely that the Purple-Light Thunder had been fake — it was the fact that Jiang Chen had seen through it from the very beginning. Moreover, with the boldness of a true master, he had used the most contemptuous method imaginable to defend himself: a single puff of breath.
This was practically child's play.
Could it be that Jiang Chen truly had nothing to fear from Hu Lei?
Everyone knew that the power of the Purple-Light Thunder was no idle boast. The Purple-Light Thunder was elusive and unpredictable, and that purple light possessed a terrifying sense of lock-on. Dodging the first strike didn't mean the Purple-Light Thunder would let you go. It had powerful tracking and detection capabilities, and until it made contact with its target, it would pursue relentlessly, brimming with spiritual intelligence.
Unless the opponent possessed an even more formidable technique capable of destroying the Purple-Light Thunder outright, it would inevitably detonate upon its target.
Even a typically powerful suit of armor, while it might withstand the force of the explosion, could not guard against the devastating electric current carried by the purple lightning.
The truly terrifying aspect of the Purple-Light Thunder lay in the fact that a single small bolt carried two distinct modes of attack.
But more shocked than the spectators was Hu Lei himself. Judging from Jiang Chen's technique, the opponent truly did not care about his Purple-Light Thunder in the slightest.
Defending with a puff of breath — this was the greatest humiliation Hu Lei could have conceived.
In that moment, Hu Lei's fury burned white-hot. Yet the more dire the situation, the calmer Hu Lei became. He was a seasoned fighter who understood that composure mattered more than rage at moments like these.
His fingers flicked in rapid succession, and beam after beam of purple light surged forth.
In an instant, purple light filled the sky, dancing in every direction, making it impossible to tell which bolt was the real Purple-Light Thunder. The sea of violet radiance rained down like a meteor shower, a truly spectacular sight.
Gan Ning couldn't help but roar in fury: "Hu Lei, you despicable coward! You said you'd fire a single Purple-Light Thunder — what is this?!"
Hu Lei wore a twisted grin, thinking to himself that he had indeed only launched one real Purple-Light Thunder. The rest of the purple light contained no thunder at all — nothing more than a smokescreen.
Jiang Chen watched the storm of purple light descend upon him like a swarm of hornets disturbed from their nest, and the corner of his mouth curved into an odd, enigmatic smile.
In the next instant, Jiang Chen's movement technique activated.
"Pu pu pu pu…" Jiang Chen blew out countless streams of air in rapid succession, as though extinguishing candle flames one after another. The purple lights flickered and vanished before him, one after the next.
But one bolt of purple light hurtled straight for his face.
Jiang Chen's Heavenly Eye Divine Pupil locked onto that Purple-Light Thunder in an instant. His right hand shot open, five fingers clawing at empty space — and the bolt of purple lightning obediently dropped into his palm.
Boom!
The Purple-Light Thunder detonated immediately, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.
Hu Lei threw his head back and laughed, bursting with smug satisfaction. This Jiang Chen brat had finally grown careless — reaching out with his bare hand to catch a Purple-Light Thunder? Was he courting death?
Hu Lei felt that even if Jiang Chen survived, he would be at least half-crippled.
A moment later, the dust settled. Jiang Chen stood exactly where he had been, maintaining the same posture — palm extended upward toward the sky.
In his hand, wisps of purple light curled and danced. Bolts of violet electricity crackled and leaped across his palm, as though performing a dance within his grasp.
And Jiang Chen's expression remained perfectly calm, not a trace of agitation on his face. Not even the hem of his robe had been ruffled, nor had a single strand of his hair been disturbed. It was as though the Purple-Light Thunder's detonation had had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever.