<h4>Chapter 247 - The Domineering Chen n</h4>


    A tense atmosphere hung between the members of the Chen and Zhao ns.


    The onlookers disapproved, shaking their heads, as they considered the Chen n''s actions unwise.


    If Chen Chuge had shown mercy at the end, the Chen n would have made a name for themselves with this battle.


    However, Chen Chuge had mercilessly killed Zhao Qian, offending the entire Zhao n. Now, the two ns were at odds with one another.


    The Zhao n was the city lord’s n and the city’s strongest n. Its foundation and strength far surpassed that of the Chen n.


    The Chen n would face severe consequences for that fleeting sense of triumph in the uing fights.


    Chen Fan, however, couldn’t care less about what these people thought.


    He wasughing coldly inside. <i>Thinking of killing my n’s juniors? We’ll see who’s killing who!</i>


    ......


    The crowd''s predictions were urate; Qian Xingjian from the Qian n forfeited the match against Zheng Ming before it even began. The vast gap in their strengths was evident, with Zheng Ming boasting eighth-level Qigong cultivationpared to Qian Xingjian''s seventh-level Qigong.


    While maintaining one''s reputation was crucial, admitting defeat in the face of a substantial difference in strength was not a source of shame.


    The oues of the south and west battle tforms unfolded as anticipated by the onlookers. Li Wu and Zhang Feng emerged victorious against their opponents, showcasing remarkable strengths.


    In the north battle tform, the crowd''s predictions held true. Wang Hong and Zhou Nan demonstrated equal prowess, engaging in a fierce and spectacr battle. Eventually, Wang Hong secured the victory.


    With the conclusion of the first round, Wanderer Dead Tree swiftly announced the participants for the next round.


    “North battle tform, Chen n’s Chen Jian versus Zheng n’s Zheng Qingshan.”


    Since the match involved Chen n, the match between Chen Jian and Zheng Qingshan immediately drew most of the eyeballs of the crowd.


    They wanted to see if Chen Jian could create another miracle.


    “The fight should go as expected. This big guy, Zheng Qingshan, is at the peak of the seventh level, and he was born with godly strength and a tough physique. He doesn’t even have to fear an eighth-level Qigong martial artist.”


    “Fear? I heard he defeated an elder of his n who is at the eighth level of the Qigong realm. His strength is top ss among the Zheng n’s younger generation.”


    “Hoho, this Chen Jian looks fragile. I think Zheng Qingshan can send him flying with a p.”


    “......”


    The atmosphere carried a sense of amusement as people watched Chen Jian and Zheng Qingshan on the north battle tform.


    Zheng Qingshan''s imposing figure, resembling an iron tower, exuded an overwhelming sense of strength. His muscles were close to bursting. One look and people could tell he was the type of person with boundless strength.


    Meanwhile, standing opposite him, Chen Jian was tall and skinny. He looked like a bamboo pole whenpared to Zheng Qingshan.


    Zheng Qingshan stared at Chen Jian, his eyes like a bull’s. He shouted, “Kid, get the hell down on your own. I can’t be bothered making a move against you.”


    Chen Jian stood stoically, hands behind his back, a sword strapped to it. A mighty sword intent radiated from him, presenting the image of an exceptional swordsman. His garments billowed in the wind as he gazed impassively at Zheng Qingshan.


    “You deaf?! I told you to get the hell down. If I were to make a move, you likely wouldn’t even be able to escape. You will die,” Zheng Qingshan said with a frown, noticing Chen Jian''sck of reaction.


    Their Zheng n and the Zhao n were close and even connected by marriage. So, they were also a part of the scheme against the Chen n. So, he couldn’t be too polite to Chen Jian.


    Chen Jian still did not move. Suddenly, Chen Fan’s icy voice rang out from the viewing gallery. “Kill!”


    Finally, Chen Jian moved.


    With a shing, he drew his sword, and his agile figure appeared in front of Zheng Qingshan with a gust of wind.


    Resplendent sword light covered everything, falling from the skies.


    The crowd felt like they were dreaming when the corpse hit the ground.


    It took just one sh, executed with incredible speed, to kill the once-powerful Zheng Qingshan; he couldn’t even concede defeat.


    “That sh, so fast! So strong!”


    The crowd swallowed their saliva.


    They couldn''t even discern the details of the sword technique; it was all about the sheer speed that annihted everything.


    Zheng Qinghu stood up from the viewing gallery, his hair fluttering with rage. He looked at Zheng Qingshan’s corpse on the ground, and an iparably cold aura emanated from him.


    Zheng Qingshan had died.


    The second most promising junior of the Zheng n met his demise without even managing to parry a single strike. This oue left Zheng Qinghu deeply dissatisfied.


    “You dare kill him!”


    Zheng Qinghu’s voice rolled across the sky like a thunderp, echoing heavily in the hearts of the onlookers.


    “That’s funny. Does Patriarch Zheng expect our Chen n members to just stand there and let themselves be ughtered?” Chen Fan smiled coldly.


    “Audacious! There’s no ce for you to speak when I’m talking!" retorted Zheng Qinghu, his icy gaze filled with killing intent directed at Chen Fan, causing a disturbance in the surrounding space.


    Looking up at the enraged Zheng Qinghu, Chen Fan''s pitch-ck eyes revealed a hint of cold amusement. “What a powerful aura. Unfortunately, it may subdue your Zheng n members, but against me, it falls short!"


    Countless people immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.


    <i>Hiss...</i>


    They looked at Chen Fan, and their pupils shrunk violently.


    This guy was a little too arrogant.


    Earlier, he picked on the Zhao n and ordered the Chen n’s juniors to kill every Zhao n member they encountered.


    Now, he directly opposed Zheng Qinghu. He showed not one sign of weakness. The source of his confidence perplexed many.


    “That’s right, Zheng Qinghu. Stop putting on the airs before my Chen n’s people,” Chen Zhengqing said coldly.


    Zheng Qinghu narrowed his eyes, and his killing intent intensified. He shifted his sharp gaze onto Chen Zhengqing.


    Zhao Kongming raised his voice and said, “Calm down, Brother Qinghu.”


    Zheng Qinghu took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his eyes. He said with a chilling voice, “Very well. My Zheng n will never forget this!”


    Chen Fan sneered disdainfully at his words.


    “Hoho.”


    Chen Fan’s cold voice rang out, attacking the crowd''s minds like a lightning strike on a fair day.


    “Hear me, Chen n. In the battles ahead, if any n’s people show any killing intent or malice towards our Chen n, kill them without mercy!”


    The pupils of the other participants shrank.


    Chen Fan had actually said such arrogant words. Did the Chen n’s juniors have the strength, or was he bluffing?


    Everyone was confused.


    Chen Chuge had killed Zhao Qian with two punches, revealing his cultivation to be at the eighth level.


    Chen Jian had killed the stronger Zheng Qingshan with one sh; he was also at the eighth level of the Qigong realm.


    Were they the strongest among the Chen n’s younger generation?


    Or was the Chen n pretending to be weak, and their juniors were not any weaker than the Zhao n or the Zheng n, perhaps even stronger?