Urban Carefree Warrior God Chapter 894 895: Chen Yang, Do You Dare to Battle?

Fifty years ago.

That earth-shattering battle was a pain Chen Changsheng could never erase in his lifeti.

Not only was his foundation shattered, leaving him with less than one-tenth of his strength, but the entire Changsheng Sect was also collapsed. If not for soone helping secretly, how could the current scene have co to pass?

The whole of Yuning Mountain exerted its full force to besiege, a power so extraordinary that nothing could withstand it.

A once ambitious and prideful generation of prodigies, who overshadowed the great figures of that ti, now lay old and weary.

But...

No matter how ti flows and seasons change,

the hatred rooted in his bones, along with endless unwillingness, remained firm as a rock.

The revival of the Changsheng Sect was an obsession he could never let go of in his lifeti.

A sect with a heritage lasting hundreds of years, how could it be destroyed in his hands?

How would he face his ancestors after a hundred years?

Alas.

The current Changsheng Sect seed vibrant and prosperous, yet it was less than one-tenth of its forr glory.

Fifty years passed quietly.

The strong only grew stronger, while the Changsheng Sect lingered in a corner, barely surviving.

In such circumstances, how could one talk about revival?

Rustling.

The mountain winds were harsh.

Chen Changsheng's garnts flapped vigorously in the wind.

His face, creased like orange peel, wore a bitter smile, extrely desolate.

It was hard to associate this aged figure with the usual whimsical childlike deanor if not witnessed firsthand.

Everyone has two sides.

One for others, and one for oneself.

For example, Chen Yang.

A seemingly ordinary young man, who would have thought he bore the weight of the world?

Adulthood is never easy.

"Fight, have a good fight, let these little brats know there are skies beyond the skies and people beyond people!"

For a long ti, until Chen Yang disappeared from sight, Chen Changsheng withdrew his gaze, letting the mountain wind brush his face, and smiled calmly, "I'm looking forward to your achievents."

The next day.

For fifty years, the Changsheng Sect had not been this lively.

Overnight, news about Chen Yang, the new disciple who arrogantly scorned the whole Changsheng Sect, spread like wildfire.

Early in the morning, the square at the sect's center, where the arena was located, was crowded, with more people arriving continuously.

"I, Shen Yang, challenge Chen Yang at this arena and am willing to sign a life-and-death agreent with you."

"I, Chen Mao, challenge Chen Yang."

"Chen Yang, show yourself quickly, I, Chen Qiang, will fight you to the death."

One disciple after another went to the elder in charge of the arena to register.

This elder knew the turnout would be large today, so he moved a table from his office to the square and called on several disciples to assist.

Still, there were three endless queues in front of the table.

The atmosphere in the vast square was intense and full of fighting spirit.

anwhile,

In Chen Yang's yard, three people sat at a stone table, savoring freshly delivered breakfast.

Buns, congee, fried dough sticks, soy milk—everything was available.

Despite disciples loitering outside, Chen Yang remained unmoved, leisurely eating breakfast.

"Boss, it's said that those registered to challenge you have surpassed three hundred, with over a hundred wanting to sign a life-and-death contract,"

Yang Hu, ever mindful of outside news, said with so trepidation, "This scene is quite overwhelming."

"Eat."

Holding a bun in one hand and soy milk in the other, Chen Yang replied calmly.

Yang Hu nodded and said no more.

Gu Zhiqing looked at Chen Yang, wanting to speak, but ultimately said nothing.

She knew with Chen Yang's way, avoiding battle was impossible.

This scene made those monitoring outside the yard grind their teeth in anger; while the outside was clamoring for battle, they on the inside behaved as though nothing was happening, casually eating als.

Seeing his calm deanor, they almost wanted to smack him with a shoe.

It was infuriating.

Half an hour later, Chen Yang wiped his mouth with a towel, then stood and said, "Let's go, have a look."

As the gate squeaked open, eyes imdiately focused on Chen Yang.

Chen Yang said with a smile, "Good morning, everyone, have you eaten?"

Everyone: "..."

At such a ti, this guy could still joke around?

"Chen Yang, don't think of escaping, this arena today, you must enter." One person said viciously.

Chen Yang nodded seriously, "Then could you lead the way for ?"

Everyone: "..."

This guy is too arrogant.

If not for the rules prohibiting fights outside the arena, they would have sward and beaten him severely.

It was infuriating.

On the way, Yang Hu tried asking, "Boss, what is your current strength?"

His curiosity piqued after learning about the Extre Yin Body.

He rembered that before Chen Yang was injured on the Northern Mountain, he had forcefully broken through the Half-step Divine Conquest using Gu Xing's attack. What about now?

Gu Zhiqing also listened intently, naturally curious about this question.

However, Chen Yang rely smiled, "Depends on what's needed."

Yang Hu: "..."

Gu Zhiqing: "..."

What kind of answer is that?

Before they could ask further, a commotion arose ahead.

The square was in sight.

Chen Yang's appearance naturally drew everyone's attention.

anwhile,

Shen Zhong, in a black robe, leapt onto the arena, resting a broad-bladed saber in his hands, gazing down at Chen Yang expressionlessly, "Co up, let's continue yesterday's battle."

"I heard yesterday, after exchanging blows with Brother Shen Zhong, Chen Yang refused to continue, perhaps knowing he was no match! Today, let's see if this guy dares to run away again."

"If Brother Shen Zhong hadn't stepped in first, I would have given him a beating."

The clamor of discussions rose and fell.

Chen Yang ignored them, walked over to the registration point after a reminder from others.

After filling in his information, Chen Yang asked, "Can I take a picture of this list?"

The elder in charge of registering raised an eyebrow, puzzled but eventually nodded slightly.

Click.

After taking a picture of the list, Chen Yang moved towards the arena.

The arena, carved from a single piece of stone, bore countless scars and fine cracks all over.

This showed just how fierce the battles on this arena had been.

The weather at this mont was such that

the sun shone high, the fierce wind cutting like a knife, howling without cease.

Shen Zhong raised his hand, his saber held horizontally before him.

The blade had many notches, but the gleam was dazzling, like starlight.

"I'm surprised you dare step onto the arena," said Shen Zhong.

Chen Yang said calmly, "Can we start?"

With a boom,

Chen Yang stepped forward twice, rapidly closing the distance between them.

Shen Zhong held his saber at an angle, eyes sharp.

Ten ters.

Five ters and Shen Zhong charged.

With a quiver of his right hand, Chen Yang unleashed a sudden flash of pale light, slicing through the void.

"Such a fast sword."

Both Shen Zhong and the onlookers couldn't help but be amazed.

Simultaneously, the two brushed past each other.

Shen Zhong's expression changed, trying to redirect his heavy saber, but a ray of light brushed past his cheek.

"This..."

He stepped back horrified, turning rigidly to see Chen Yang sheathing his sword.

The Ancestral Sword Cry.

Chen Yang turned around, looking indifferent.

Shen Zhong's face turned pale as he reached for his cheek, a trickle of blood erging while a lock of hair flew away in the wind.

Shen Zhong: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"..."