Chapter 128: Arrogance (2)

Everyone’s eyes widened and mouths hung open, as if they had all been frozen by a spell.

The cruel grin on Zhao Hengjiang’s face froze, replaced by extreme shock and confusion.

He rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"No... impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."

In the distance, Wang Lan and Yang Shu’s jaws nearly hit the ground.

They pinched each other’s arms, hissing in pain but not noticing.

No way?

Senior Brother Wang Xuanbing was sent flying by Junior Brother Chen’s single punch?

"Cough, cough..."

Wang Xuanbing clutched his chest, struggling to prop himself up, his face full of shock and disbelief.

He stared at Chen Chuan and cried out, "Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm? You... you hid your cultivation."

Boom!

These words were like a ladle of cold water thrown into a pot of boiling oil, instantly making the whole Martial Arts Arena explode with noise.

"What? Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm?"

"My god! Wasn’t he just at the Second Level of the Transcendence Realm? How did he become Ninth Level peak?"

"Hidden cultivation, he must have hidden it. No wonder he’s so arrogant."

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! What a twist, so exciting!"

Hearing the discussions, Zhao Hengjiang’s face turned pale.

He finally understood why he had lost so miserably that morning.

It wasn’t because of carelessness; the other party was simply pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

He had actually been acting arrogant in front of a Ninth Level peak?

Thinking of his behavior that morning, he wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

After the initial shock, Wang Lan and Yang Shu were overcome with joy.

"So that’s it, Junior Brother Chen had the confidence all along."

"Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm! My goodness!"

"Our worries were completely unnecessary! Junior Brother Chen is awesome!"

Wang Xuanbing wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze becoming incredibly solemn.

But he wasn’t afraid; instead, his Battle Intent rose.

"I admit I underestimated you. Since we’re both Ninth Level peak, let’s see what you’re really made of!"

He growled, and the cold air around him intensified, even forming a layer of frost on the ground.

"Mystic Ice Art, Ice-Sealing Palm!"

Wang Xuanbing pushed out both palms, and a visible blast of icy wind howled toward Chen Chuan, seemingly freezing the air as it passed.

Chen Chuan’s eyes flickered, and the surging spiritual energy in his body circulated according to the Mountain Shaking Fist path.

"Mountain Shaking Fist, Peak Crusher!"

He took a step forward, his fist seemingly condensing the power of a mountain as it met the icy palm wind without any frills.

Boom!

The punch and palm collided again, the sound far more massive than before.

However, the result remained the same!

The seemingly fierce icy palm wind shattered like paper before Chen Chuan’s punch.

Chen Chuan’s fist didn’t slow down, smashing through the cold air and landing heavily on Wang Xuanbing’s crossed arms.

Crack!

The faint sound of bone breaking could be heard.

"Argh!"

Wang Xuanbing screamed as his body flew back uncontrollably again.

This time, he hit the stone wall at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, cracking the hard stone like a spiderweb before sliding down.

Spitting blood, he completely lost his fighting capacity, his eyes full of horror and indignation.

He had been completely suppressed and defeated in two punches by an opponent of the same level?

The onlookers were numb; today’s drama was a bit too much to digest.

"Is it over?"

"Two punches, just two punches, and Wang Xuanbing lost."

"Chen Chuan’s strength must be top-tier even among Ninth Level peaks, right?"

"So strong. Wang Xuanbing really bit off more than he could chew."

Having dealt with Wang Xuanbing, Chen Chuan slowly turned his head.

Looking at the terrified Zhao Hengjiang, Chen Chuan showed a devilishly cruel smile.

"Now, it’s your turn."

Zhao Hengjiang shuddered at the smile, his legs going weak, nearly collapsing.

His arrogance was gone, replaced by pure terror as he shrieked desperately:

"You... don’t come over! My brother is Zhao Ritian, the leader of the Qingtian Alliance, a Ninth Level Peak of the Great Power Realm expert!"

"If you touch me, my brother will never let you go. You’ll die a horrible death."

"Zhao Ritian?" Chen Chuan raised an eyebrow, his pace never faltering. "Never heard of him. Even if he were here, you’d still be getting this beating today."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Chuan’s figure flashed, appearing in front of Zhao Hengjiang.

"Ah! Don’t hit me! I was wrong!"

"Senior Brother Chen! Grandpa Chen! Please spare me!"

Zhao Hengjiang was crying and snotting, kneeling and begging for mercy without any dignity.

However, Chen Chuan’s fists fell like raindrops.

Bang!

Slap!

Thud!

Ouch!

The familiar screams rang out again, even more shrill than before.

Zhao Hengjiang’s face, which had just started to heal, instantly turned into a multi-colored pig’s head again.

He curled up on the ground, holding his head and shivering, his pleas for mercy becoming weak.

At this time, Wang Xuanbing, slumped in the corner, struggled to raise his head and said sharply:

"Chen Chuan! That’s enough! By injuring us and taking the storage rings, you have completely offended the Qingtian Alliance."

"The Alliance Leader will never let this go. If you kneel and apologize now, there might still be room for negotiation!"

"Threatening me?"

Chen Chuan stopped, walked over to Wang Xuanbing, looked at his resentful eyes, and without wasting words, kicked him in the stomach.

Pfft.

Wang Xuanbing’s eyes bulged, nearly vomiting his dinner, his body curling up like a shrimp.

Chen Chuan leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the storage ring off Wang Xuanbing’s finger, weighed it in his hand, and put it in his pocket with satisfaction.

"You dare steal my storage ring?"

Wang Xuanbing trembled with rage.

This was a total humiliation!

"Spoils of war, don’t you understand?" Chen Chuan glanced at him. "As for your Qingtian Alliance, I’ll be waiting."

Having said that, Chen Chuan ignored the despairing Wang Xuanbing and the groaning Zhao Hengjiang and turned to leave.

Under countless gazes, he calmly left the Martial Arts Arena.

Seeing this, Wang Lan and Yang Shu rushed out from behind the pillar and followed him excitedly but nervously.

Once Chen Chuan was far away, the Martial Arts Arena erupted in even more heated discussion.

"Wild, too wild. He even dared to snatch Wang Xuanbing’s storage ring."

"The grudge is deep now. The Qingtian Alliance will definitely seek crazy revenge."

"This Chen Chuan is a tough guy, but too much of a hothead. Having offended Zhao Ritian to death, he probably won’t survive in the Outer Sect."

"Yeah, Zhao Ritian is a Genius with one foot in the Inner Sect, a Ninth Level Peak of the Great Power Realm! Crushing someone in the Transcendence Realm is like child’s play to him."

"What a pity, such a Genius is probably going to be cut short."

"I bet he won’t last three days!"

"I bet one day!"

The onlookers discussed, most holding a pessimistic view of Chen Chuan’s future.

After all, no matter how strong an individual is, facing a giant like the Qingtian Alliance, especially with a top expert like Zhao Ritian, it seemed like striking a rock with an egg.

However, for Chen Chuan, who possessed the pay-to-win System, there was nothing to fear from the Qingtian Alliance.