Martial Master

"Zhang Yi actually lost to Qin Chen, it's simply unbelievable."

"Qin Chen is the champion of this year's Tianxing Academy end-of-year exam, but Zhang Yi was also the champion of the end-of-year exam several years ago. Plus, he's a few years older than Qin Chen. How could he possibly lose?"

"Don't forget, Zhang Yi didn't unleash his true energy earlier and only used his right hand. Qin Chen seized the opportunity and launched a sudden attack, catching him off guard, which is why he was defeated."

"That's true. Otherwise, with Zhang Yi's strength at the late Earth Level, he would have defeated Qin Chen long ago."

"Unfortunately, Zhang Yi was too arrogant, insisting on restraining his true energy and letting Qin Chen use only one hand. Who would have thought he would humiliate himself so thoroughly?"

The other guards also suddenly realized, finding Zhang Yi quite laughable. He thought he could easily defeat Qin Chen, but instead, he capsized in front of everyone and lost face.

It's not that Zhang Yi was too arrogant; the strongest aspect of General Zhang Shaojun, the Southern Conqueror, is his physical strength. Zhang Yi inherited his skills and has already surpassed ordinary late Earth Level peak experts in terms of power. You and I might not even be able to withstand it. So it seems Qin Chen is truly a martial arts genius as the legends say."

"Yes, I heard that Qin Chen was just a waste before, but he suddenly rose up and won the championship of this year's Tianxing Academy end-of-year exam, unbeatable."

"He's only fifteen now, but in a few years, when he's the same age as Zhang Yi, how powerful will he be?"

"In a few more years, who knows, he might even compete with Qin Feng."

"Shh, quiet down. Is that something you can say? Are you looking for death?"

Hearing the discussions, Zhang Yi became even more enraged.

He originally wanted to perform well in front of the prince and Qin Feng to seek a sense of achievement, but unexpectedly, he was defeated by Qin Chen.

He lost face to the extent that there was not even skin left!

"Just now I was careless. Qin Chen, if you have the guts, let's fight again without holding back!"

Zhang Yi roared angrily, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fury boiling as he stepped forward.

If he didn't regain his face, how would he mix in the royal capital in the future? How would he raise his head in front of the prince?

"Fight again without holding back?" Qin Chen sneered, his face full of ridicule, "Do you really think I'm an idiot? How old are you, how old am I? What level of cultivation do you have, and what level do I have? Don't be an idiot and assume everyone else is one too."

"You—"

"What about me? Do you feel superior by challenging me? If you have the ability, challenge the prince, challenge the Fourth Prince, challenge Qin Feng, challenge Princess Zixun. You had to challenge me; I wonder where you get your courage and face from. No wonder I’ve never even heard your name among the so-called geniuses of the royal capital. A waste like you can only find someone five or six years younger than you to leap around."

"Pfft!"

Zhang Yi was so furious that he spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

The crowd started to whisper again.

Indeed, with Zhang Yi's age and cultivation, challenging Qin Chen would only be seen as bullying the younger.

In an instant, Zhang Yi found himself in a dilemma; he couldn’t challenge or not challenge and wished he could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

"Zhang Yi, you stand down." The prince Zhao Feng's expression darkened, displeased as he spoke.

"Yes!"

Seeing the prince speak, Zhang Yi could only retreat in shame.

"Wait." Qin Chen frowned, coldly speaking.

"What else do you want, Qin Chen?"

Zhang Yi was furious; he had already retreated, yet Qin Chen was still relentless.

"You’re not trying to back out of the bet we made earlier, are you?" Qin Chen sneered.

"Bet?"

Everyone was taken aback, casting strange looks at Zhang Yi.

Indeed, before their battle, they had made a bet: the loser would have to kneel on the ground and bark like a dog.