What happened?

What's the situation?

Who won in the end?

Everyone had this question in their minds.

That moment just now was too quick, they couldn't see anything clearly.

They only saw Shangyao seemingly turning into three people, wielding three sharp swords, thrusting towards Yang Chen.

But Yang Chen was almost a fleeting shadow, they couldn't figure out exactly what happened.

In the blink of an eye, the two appeared at each other's previous standing places, frozen in place, and they couldn't understand what happened.

Ye Xin clenched her small hands, filled with tension.

Who won in the end?

Ye Xin also didn't see Yang Chen's movements clearly, because Yang Chen was too fast!

At this moment, the two started to move.

At the peak of the Flame Palace.

Yang Chen slowly sheathed his dagger into the already slashed scabbard, standing straight back to Shangyao.

Shangyao's face was full of disbelief, an expression of terror flashing in his eyes.

He slowly turned his head and saw his shoulder was already stained red.

Blood… dripping down the sleeve onto the tiles.

He… was injured!

"This… how is this possible!" Shangyao staggered, turned around, and stared at Yang Chen: "This is absolutely impossible!"

Yang Chen also turned around, looking at Shangyao indifferently: "The fact is right in front of you, you lost, why deceive yourself?"

"I lost?" Shangyao looked down, recalling the words said earlier.

"If you can injure me today, you win!"

It was as if he had just said that.

The burning sensation on his face made Shangyao almost want to dig a hole to hide in!

At this moment, he also realized Yang Chen's prowess.

In the Sect, there were barely a few who could withstand his Third Sword. Let alone those who could injure him while defending against it.

Therefore, even though he hadn't unleashed his full strength now, Yang Chen was not to be underestimated.

Moreover, he understood one thing clearly.

This battle, he must win!

Yang Chen, he must be taken back!

This outcome cannot be determined by a sentence, by impetuousness!

Otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable for him!

As for credibility… it simply doesn't exist! He doesn't live in the secular world; no one knows what the two of them just said.

If there's no third ear, what's there to fear!

So, Shangyao tore off the sleeve, bandaged the wound, and stared at Yang Chen: "Lose? I'm still standing here, how is that losing?"

At those words, Yang Chen frowned.

Below.

Ye Xin saw Shangyao's move of bandaging the wound, and was instantly overjoyed.

"Yang Chen won!" Ye Xin exclaimed joyfully.

Master Ye and Ye Liangcai also saw it, nodding and smiling with delight.

Although the battle was not yet over, at least it proved that Yang Chen's strength was not inferior to Shangyao's, and perhaps even surpassed him.

They were elated, because they saw hope.

At this moment, a car stopped nearby, the window rolled down, and someone with binoculars was watching the situation at the peak of the Flame Palace.

On the Shangqing Sect's side.

Cold sweat began to trickle down the foreheads of everyone present.

How could they not see that Shangyao tearing off his sleeve was to bandage the wound!

This Yang Chen was actually able to wound Shangyao under the circumstances of Shangyao using the Third Sword, indicating his strength was terrifying!

Those who didn't act yesterday also couldn't help but shiver with lingering fear.

They didn't expect that Yang Chen's strength was so formidable!

Although they were all members of the Top Ten of the Sect, Shangyao, as the Sect's number one, had left them behind by several hundred miles in distance.

In other words, judging solely by Yang Chen's current performance, none of the others could be his match!

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but look towards Shangxi.

Shangxi shook his head, saying: "Elder Brother hasn't lost yet!"

"Of course, we know!" Shangfei glared at Shangxi, speaking coldly.

Shangxi lowered his head, saying no more.

They were very worried, if Shangyao really lost, then they would be in trouble.

At the peak of the Flame Palace.

"Are you sure about this?" Yang Chen asked indifferently.

Looking at Yang Chen's calm expression made Shangyao feel a rising fury.

This feeling was like the opponent being full of confidence, having everything under control, while he was doing nothing more than a futile struggle, like a trapped beast.

"You think you can win just because you hurt me?" Shangyao glared at Yang Chen, eyes flashing with resentment, speaking coldly: "Don't be naive! I haven't used my full strength yet, it's just that I didn't expect you to have such ability!"

"Is that so?" Yang Chen sneered, speaking indifferently.

Shangyao clenched his fist in fury, causing it to crack violently.

"Indeed! I didn't expect you actually possess the strength to battle me at full force, so today I will allow Cold Blade to fully unleash without holding back!" Shangyao declared solemnly.

"Perfect!" Yang Chen rolled his neck, continuing to pose, addressing Shangyao: "Today, I'll loosen up properly too!"

"You're seeking death!" Shangyao yelled furiously, stomping the ground, sending tiles flying, charging towards Yang Chen.

The cold gleam from his hand was like a meteor slashing from the horizon, crashing towards Yang Chen heavily.

Seeing this, Yang Chen snorted coldly, stomped the ground, and exploded backward.

Bang!

Shangyao landed on the roof ridge, tiles flying, radiating outward in a circle from his center.

Yang Chen's figure had already flashed aside, calmly watching Shangyao.

His gaze fell on the caved-in roof ridge that Shangyao smashed, unable to help being surprised, silently admiring the ancient construction craftsmanship for its excellence; suffering such intense impact, it didn't completely collapse, worthy of royal top-tier architecture.

Shangyao coldly scanned Yang Chen, speaking coldly: "You only know how to dodge?"

"Why not dodge when you can?" Yang Chen replied indifferently, nonchalantly.

Shangyao sneered, "Alright, let's see how long you can dodge, you think that's all I've got? Today, I'll show you real strength! Make you see the gap between Shangqing Sect and you mangy street dogs!"

After speaking, Shangyao roared, his robe shattering violently, revealing muscular physique.

Feeling the ever-rising aura from Shangyao, Yang Chen couldn't help frowning, his gaze falling on the shoulder wound he inflicted, surprised to find the wound healed, completely invisible!

"What a tremendous healing ability!" Yang Chen couldn't help but marvel.

Shangyao pointed his sword at Yang Chen: "Today… I'll sacrifice your head to Cold Blade!"

Yang Chen sneered, yanking off his shirt, revealing muscular physique, staring at Shangyao: "Come! Let's see who stands in the end!"

"Fight me, you will lose!" Shangyao snorted coldly, his figure flashed, already appearing in front of Yang Chen, slashing at Yang Chen's neck with his sword.

This strike, if it hit, would definitely see heads flying!

Yang Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, almost unable to react, Shangyao's speed had elevated significantly, completely surpassing earlier levels.

He hurriedly raised his dagger to block.

Fortunately, a short blade is trickier to handle, faster, barely blocking Shangyao's hefty sword, immense force surged, and Yang Chen was propelled several meters back, tiles flying beneath his feet!

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