Chapter 1839: 1836: Defeated in One Move!
Chapter 1839: Chapter 1836: Defeated in One Move!
After uttering those exceedingly arrogant words, Hong Long cast a provocative glance at Li Chen.
Upon hearing this unreasonable demand from Hong Long, the Hong Family Village boisterously cheered.
“Hurry up and kneel, bow and apologize to our Third Young Master!”
“Yeah, hurry up and kneel, kowtow thrice for our Third Young Master!”
“How could three kowtows suffice? At least a hundred are necessary!”
…
The more these people talked, the more excessive their words became, some of which were downright offensive.
The group from Zhao Village turned red with anger upon hearing these words.
Especially the younger generation, with veins bulging on their arms.
If it weren’t for their elders holding them back, they would have already charged forward.
As everyone’s eyes uniformly turned towards Li Chen.
Li Chen stepped forward coldly, saying, “You want me to kneel? You aren’t qualified!”
Hong Long, furious, shouted, “Then I’ll show you whether I, Hong Long, am qualified!”
Before the echoes of his angry voice subsided, the silver spear in his hand, like a snake striking, lunged at Li Chen.
Faced with Hong Long’s spear thrust, Li Chen remained motionless.
He merely fixed his gaze on Hong Long’s spear tip.
To ordinary people, Hong Long’s spear jab was as quick as lightning and thunderous.
But to Li Chen, this spear thrust was no different from children’s play.
Seeing Li Chen’s lack of reaction, everyone present was bewildered.
“Why isn’t Mr. Li making a move?”
“Hong Long advanced to the Golden Core Realm last year and has been training with the Imperial College’s instructor Wuo Liang for a year. His ability has likely increased greatly. If this spear hits him, even if he’s lucky enough not to die, he’d probably lose half his life.”
…
The speakers were all from Zhao Village, each anxious and worried.
In contrast, Zhao Qinglan was much calmer.
She had exchanged practices with Li Chen and was aware of his capabilities.
Yet, even so, her small fists clenched in anxiety, secretly sweating for Li Chen.
After all, his opponent was Hong Long!
The unrivaled young one in the region spanning thousands of miles.
“Is the kid scared stiff?”
“Do you even need to ask? Of course, he is!”
“Guess, how many rounds it will take for our Young Master to defeat the kid?”
“Three rounds, perhaps!”
Before anyone could finish speaking, the disciples from the Hong Family Village glared fiercely.
“Heh, you’ve little faith in the Young Master’s strength. I’d say one round is all it takes!”
“Indeed, one round is enough to decide the outcome!”
These speakers were all from the Hong Family Village.
They were all gloating, even placing bets.
In fact, as they predicted, a single round determined the victor.
Just as Hong Long’s spear thrust within three steps of Li Chen’s throat,
Li Chen suddenly drew his sword.
“Swish!”
An electric-like Sword Shadow broke out, tracing a dazzling arc through the air.
“Clang!”
A crisp metal clashing sound erupted, the sparks flying, illuminating the faces of both fighters.
Hong Long was taken aback, never anticipating that Li Chen’s sword withdrawal would be so swift.
Instinctively retreating, he tried to use his spear to block Li Chen’s strike.
However, before he could act, he suddenly felt an excruciating pain in his wrist holding the spear.
Looking down, he saw his wrist already bleeding profusely.
Wracked by wrist pain, he dropped the silver spear to the ground.
Before he could make any move, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation on his throat.
A gleaming sword hovered like a snake at his throat.
It seemed that with any exertion from Li Chen, his life would be forfeit.
Dumbstruck by this unbelievable sight, all present gaped in astonishment.
For a moment, silence enveloped the scene.
Li Chen eyed the stunned Hong Long, coldly sneering, “Young Master Hong, you kept calling me a country bumpkin. Now, it seems you don’t even compare to a country bumpkin!”
“You, I…”
Hearing Li Chen’s words, Hong Long tried to retort.
But before he could speak, his throat felt blocked.
In the end, his once handsome face turned red, but he couldn’t utter a single complete sentence.
Seeing this, the people of Zhao Village were elated, cheering in waves of excitement.
One after another!
The previously gleeful members of the Hong Family Village now wore expressions as if they had swallowed a fly—extremely sour.
“Mr. Li!”
Just then, Zhao Yuan called out to Li Chen.
Li Chen glanced at Zhao Yuan from the corner of his eye.
Seeing the worried look, he understood immediately.
Li Chen knew Zhao Yuan feared he might kill Hong Long,
causing a relentless grudge between Zhao Village and Hong Family Village.
Never one for wanton killing, Li Chen decided to oblige a favor.
He nodded slightly to Zhao Yuan, sheathed his sword.
“Get lost, don’t let me see you again!”
Hong Long gritted his teeth in fury but could do nothing, reluctantly picking up the silver spear, and miserably announced, “Let’s leave!”
Seeing this, Hong Biao quickly spoke up.
“Brother, are we leaving just like this? Qinglan hasn’t agreed to marry me yet!”
Upon hearing Hong Biao’s words, Hong Long’s rage flared further.
Unable to contain his anger, he kicked the just-risen Hong Biao to the ground.
“Useless! Want women at a time like this!”
After berating his disappointing brother, Hong Long turned and glared fiercely at Li Chen.
“It’s not over. We’ll meet again!”
With those words, he led the Hong Family Village members away, ashamed and defeated.
They came boasting, left humiliated.
The stark contrast was amusingly evident.
The people of Zhao Village watched the previously high-and-mighty Hong Family Village leave in disgrace, raising their voices and cheering.
“Young Master Hong, farewell, no need to see you off. You’re welcome next time!”
“Indeed, welcome again next time!”
…
After a while of excited uproar, Zhao Yuan approached Li Chen, giving a respectful gesture.
“Thank you, Mr. Li, for stepping in!”
Li Chen waved his hand, saying, “A mere trifle, Lord Zhao, think nothing of it!”
As he spoke, he noticed Zhao Qinglan staring straight at him.
When he looked over, their eyes met.
Zhao Qinglan’s cheeks flushed crimson.
Instantly, she ducked her head, like a thief caught, daring not meet Li Chen’s gaze again…