Swift as the wind, indescribably carefree.
"Damn!"
Yang Hu cursed outright, staring at Chen Shuyuan's departing silhouette, "Is he really that arrogant? Do you believe I'll beat you so bad tomorrow you'll be searching for your teeth?"
"Indeed, he's really strong."
Chen Yang chuckled and said, "At the very least, he's even stronger than Mu Feng."
Between strong individuals, their aura cannot be concealed; it often pierces through with a glance.
"No wonder." Yang Hu pursed his lips, "This Chen Shu, is he the one those people mentioned as the strong contender for Chief Disciple this time?"
Chen Yang nodded, his eyes slightly narrowed. He certainly wished for a satisfying battle with strong peers as well.
After lunch.
Chen Yang was ready to find Chen Changsheng for a chat. On the way, the disciples he encountered all cast malicious glances, even provoking him.
"What, still can't accept it?" Yang Hu retorted arrogantly, "Do you want to fight one more round?"
