In the square.
The shouting and tumultuous discussions continued, never stopping.
The topic of discussion was none other than how many moves Chen Yang could withstand under Chen Yuan's hands.
After so discussion, everyone almost unified in their opinion: not more than five moves.
It wasn't that they were deliberately belittling Chen Yang, but it was Chen Yuan's strength that everyone had witnessed.
To put it bluntly, under the Divine Conquest, invincible.
"Eh? Did you all hear any loud noise just now?"
"Indeed, there was a loud noise, and several at that! Whatever, let's just wait for Chen Yang to arrive."
The square was extrely noisy, so much so that the thunderous sound coming from afar naturally weakened upon reaching here.
Moreover, everyone's interest was focused on the Arena and the forthcoming duel, so few cared.
What everyone's most concerned about was: Why hasn't Chen Yang arrived yet?
"Chen Yang wouldn't have run away, would he? Otherwise, at this hour, why isn't he here?"
"In my opinion, this guy must be afraid of the fight. He can't escape; I fear he's huddled in a corner sowhere, trembling and afraid to show up."
"Hmph! He knew today would co, so why didn't he pay heed yesterday? A newcor, not lowering his stance to live his life properly aside, he wants to trample us all underfoot, and be revered as supre? Should we call this naive or just stupid?"
"For soone from the mundane world to utterly ignore my Changsheng Sect, how childish is that? To call him a frog at the bottom of the well would be an understatent."
"..."
Another round of heated discussions comnced.
Suggestions were made that if Chen Yang didn't appear within half an hour, they would dig up the place to find him.
"This Chen Yang really deserves to be punished, leaving Senior Brother Chen Yuan waiting alone on the Arena for so long."
So female disciples were indignant, voicing their disapproval on behalf of Chen Yuan.
On the Arena.
Chen Yuan stood firmly with his sword, listening to the endless discussions below, and a faint smile crossed his lips.
In truth, he wasn't anxious at all.
The later Chen Yang arrived, the greater the resentnt stirred, and the more remarkable the sensation when he forcefully crushed the latter.
To him, this was rely an accumulating tension.
The longer the accumulation, the stronger the eventual explosive power would naturally be.
"Chen Yang, my issue isn't with you." Chen Yuan murmured, chuckling: "But you're too arrogant, becoming the public enemy of my Changsheng Sect; you insist on stepping onto the muzzle. I can't help it."
"Since that's what the people want, all I can do is rcilessly trample you underfoot."
His mouth curved upward, as if he could already see Chen Yang being defeated at his hands.
anwhile.
"Boss." Yang Hu caught up with Chen Yang's pace, saying: "Miss Zhiqing said she's not feeling well, and went back to rest."
"Mm."
Chen Yang nodded, "Go to the square after, say goodbye to Chen Changsheng, then we should leave."
Staying here clearly wasn't feasible, Chen Yang had many things to do.
"Got it!" Yang Hu agreed, then grinned cheekily, "I wonder if Chen Yuan knows you've already fought Chen Shuai?"
"If he doesn't know, this will be interesting."
On this note, Yang Hu revealed a mischievous and sly smile.
Chen Yang silently smiled.
He just ca to see, to conclude what he started, without having any other intentions.
Soon, they arrived at the square.
Of course, people in the square saw him, imdiately erupting in murmurs of surprise.
"Dawdled for so long and finally showed up? If you're scared, you can get on the Arena and admit defeat to Senior Brother Chen Yuan."
"Insulting who here? Is it possible for Chen Yang to admit defeat?"
"Haha..."
Each sentence, filled with mockery and sarcasm, was completely unmasked.
This was also a kind of cathartic release for the humiliation experienced yesterday.
However, this was rely the beginning.
To these all-sided voices, Chen Yang seed oblivious, moving straight towards the Arena through the path they opened.
Waiting on the Arena for a long ti, Chen Yuan barely raised his brow, his eyes fixed straight on Chen Yang, with a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Chen Yang, I've been waiting for you for a long ti."
Chen Yuan picked up his longsword, faintly smiling: "Everyone said you wouldn't dare to co, but naturally I didn't believe it, after all, you're the only one praised highly by the Sect Master."
Chen Yang stood less than ten ters away, replying with a smile.
"Today this Chief Disciple contest, everyone else has given up, aning, today's duel is between us."
Chen Yuan eloquently said, "By the way, you should have rested well yesterday, right?"
"Thanks for the concern, I rested superbly." Chen Yang intended to get straight to the point, but hearing this, instead gained so interest, choosing not to rush.
Beneath the Arena, Yang Hu snickered repeatedly, "Pretentious performance, keep it up, I want to see how you wrap it up today."
"Senior Brother Chen Yuan, why waste words with him, teach him a lesson, let him know why flowers are red!"
"Go!"
A series of furious shouts surged to the sky.
"Look for yourself, it's truly heaven's wrath," Chen Yuan shook his head, kindly advising, "As a newcor, maintaining a low profile is the first principle, why bother?"
Chen Yang consistently maintained a gentle smile, not speaking.
"Hopefully after today, you'll grasp this principle."
On this note, Chen Yuan wasted no more words, raising his hand to signal Chen Yang, "Draw your sword, I'll give you the chance to make the first move."
At this mont, news of Chen Shuai's defeat reached the square.
"What?! Are you flipping kidding, how could Master Chen Shuai be defeated? Could it be an Elder intervened?"
"My heavens, no wonder I heard several loud booms earlier, was it Master Chen Shuai sparring with soone?"
The enormous square fell into an uproar.
Even the standing Chen Yuan on the Arena was deeply drawn in, his brows tightly knit as he vocally questioned: "Clarify, who fought Master Chen Shuai and defeated him?"
"It was, it was Chen Yang." a disciple responded.
Chen Yuan first froze, emphasizing his question, "Who did you say it was?!"
"Chen Yang."
Chen Yuan: "..."
The crowd: "..."
In an instant, the previously uproarious square fell silent, utterly soundless.
Chen Yang sparred with the Master and actually defeated him?
Is this nonsense?
"Chen Yang, he, he broke into the Divine Conquest."
This disciple's attempt at an explanation only triggered audible intakes of breath from many.
Especially Chen Yuan, whose face oscillated between pale and livid, his whole body trembling, raising his horrified gaze to look at the grinning opponent before him.
Clang.
Chen Yang drew the Ancestral Sword, the smile vanished, "I've drawn my sword, so what now?"
Chen Yuan: "..."
"Now, shouldn't it be your turn to draw the sword?"
Chen Yuan: "..."
His mouth's uncontrollable twitching was followed by his scalp shifting upward.
Oh.
"..."
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