You remained chaste on your wedding night, do you really think this holy son is a simp?

Martial Arts Arena, Arena Number Seven.

The chill instantly enveloped the entire arena.

Lin Chen was closest to the scene and felt it most deeply.

That's a third-tier magic sword.

Spiritual energy flowed along the sword, and halos of light spread out in concentric circles, making it dizzying to look at.

Lin Chen's heart tightened suddenly, and his previous inexplicable confidence shattered instantly.

He knew all too well what a third-tier magic weapon meant.

It wasn't just sharpness, but also a crushing force of spiritual power.

The opponent only needed to swing the sword casually, and the sword energy with its attributes would tear him to pieces; there was no need for any profound swordsmanship at all.

Lin Chen panicked.

He was genuinely panicked.

"On what grounds?"

Lin Chen could no longer maintain his superior demeanor. He pointed at the sword in Wang Meng's hand and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Why should he be given a third-tier magic sword? That's not fair! What about mine? What about my magic weapon? How can we even compare? Isn't this blatant bullying?"

His voice was sharp and piercing, echoing throughout the entire training ground.

The disciples below the stage, who had been watching with great interest, immediately booed upon hearing this.

"cut--"

The voices were uniform and filled with deep contempt.

"You chickened out already? That's so pathetic!"

A burly disciple crossed his arms, looking disdainful.

"Weren't you just acting all high and mighty, letting them have three moves?"

"What? You immediately changed your attitude when you saw someone else take something nice? Is this what you call a genius?"

A female disciple next to her echoed this, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"That's right. Back then in the main hall, he was the one who cried and begged to participate, and he even kowtowed to the Holy Son."

"Now that the Holy Son has shown great mercy by allowing him to participate, he's here picking and choosing, complaining that it's unfair."

"Does he really think this sect competition is his own business? We have to do whatever he wants?"

"Lin Chen!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but shout out loud.

"Do you even have the right to question this? If you're scared, then get out of here and stop embarrassing yourself!"

"If you don't want this position, plenty of others will!"

These words were like slaps to Lin Chen's face.

Lin Chen's face instantly turned bright red, and he couldn't say a word.

He clenched his teeth, his chest heaving violently.

He never expected that none of his fellow disciples, who usually treated him like a brother, would stand up for him.

Instead, everyone was watching him make a fool of himself.

Meanwhile, Wang Meng, who was opposite him, was enjoying immense prestige at that moment.

Wang Meng didn't rush to make a move.

He deliberately held the third-tier magic sword and twirled it a few times in his hand.

"Buzzing—"

The sword vibrated, emitting a pleasant, soft ringing sound.

Wang Meng looked at the audience with a smug expression.

"Brothers, look! This is a third-tier magic sword bestowed by the Holy Son! What do you think? Isn't it awesome? The feel, the power—it's simply amazing!"

The disciples below the stage stared wide-eyed, filled with a mixture of envy and jealousy.

"So handsome, so incredibly handsome!"

"Brother Wang, don't forget us when you become rich and powerful! Don't forget your brothers when you're successful!"

Seeing Wang Meng swaggering around, Lin Chen felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger.

This kind of treatment, this kind of glory, should have belonged to him!

He is the chosen one, he is the protagonist, so why is he now standing on stage like a clown being ridiculed?

Lin Chen was trembling with anger. He pointed at Wang Meng and roared at the audience.

"Are you all blind? He's wielding a third-tier magic sword! This is cheating, blatant cheating! Using a third-tier magic sword against someone like me who's unarmed—don't you think that's going too far?"

However, his roar did not elicit any sympathy; the disciples below the stage still looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Excessive? What's excessive about it?"

One of the disciples, who looked quite clever, curled his lip.

"If the Holy Son is willing to bestow this gift, that's his business. It's Wang Meng's opportunity, do you understand?"

"What is cultivation about? Isn't it just about resources and opportunities?"

"They were lucky to gain the Holy Son's favor and get good equipment; that's their skill."

"We'll see."

The disciple paused, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"Since you chose to participate, you have to accept the consequences. This is a competition, not your own home. Nobody will put up with you here."

"If you think it's unfair, why don't you ask the Holy Son to reward you with a third-tier magic sword? Let's see if the Holy Son will even bother with you then."

As soon as he said this, a burst of laughter erupted around him.

"Hahaha, that's right, if you're so capable, why don't you go ask the Holy Son for it yourself!"

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Do you even deserve it?"

These sarcastic remarks pierced Lin Chen's heart.

Lin Chen completely broke down.

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at the figure sitting in the main seat on the high platform.

Gu Changyuan.

It's all because of Gu Changyuan. If it weren't for him, how could I have ended up in this situation?

If he hadn't given the magic sword to Wang Meng, how could he have lost half the battle before it even started?

Overwhelmed by both old and new grudges, Lin Chen could no longer control his emotions. He roared at the platform, his eyes bloodshot.

"Gu Changyuan, you're doing this on purpose! You're deliberately targeting me! You're trying to use someone else to do your dirty work!"

The roar was so loud that the entire training ground fell silent for a moment.

Gu Changyuan listened to Lin Chen's roar without even lifting his eyelids, but the cold smile on his lips became more and more obvious as he spoke.

"Targeting you? That's right."

"This holy son is targeting you, so what? You have a problem with that?"

"It's just targeting you, I just don't like you, what can you do about it?"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

No one expected that the Holy Son would admit it so readily and directly.

They couldn't even be bothered to make up a reason.

Looking at Lin Chen's face, twisted with anger, Gu Changyuan felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

That's exactly what he wants to do.

The point is to tear off the mask of civility, to trample Lin Chen's dignity underfoot in front of everyone.

What kind of chosen one? What kind of protagonist halo?

None of it worked for him.

Gu Changyuan chuckled lightly, his tone full of mockery, and said.

"What? You can't even handle this?"

"Weren't you quite confident just now? Weren't you going to make a name for yourself? Now I'm giving you a chance to try something difficult, so why are you chickening out?"

"If you feel it's unfair, if you don't want to compete anymore."

"Okay."

"The door is over there. No one is stopping you. You can get out of this training ground and out of this competition right now, and then live like a stray dog ​​with your tail between your legs."

Gu Changyuan's words were like daggers to the heart.

Lin Chen stood on the ring, completely frozen.

He originally thought that no matter how much Gu Changyuan hated him, he would at least save face in public and find a plausible reason to cover it up.

For example, nonsense like testing disciples or tempering their character.

But he didn't expect that Gu Changyuan didn't take him seriously at all.

They've laid their cards on the table.

This is targeting you, this is just messing with you, what can you do about it?

This blatant contempt was more painful than killing him.

Lin Chen's body trembled violently, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, and blood flowed down between his fingers.

He clenched his teeth so hard they felt like they were about to break, and muttered under his breath.

"Get off?"

"No!"

"If I roll down now, I'm completely finished."

"But if I don't leave..."

"What can I use to fight Wang Meng, who wields a third-tier magic sword?"

"This is a dead end."

After speaking, Lin Chen looked at the aloof Gu Changyuan, then at Wang Meng with a sinister smile on his face opposite him, and then at the fellow disciples around him who were mocking him.

A mix of emotions nearly made him faint on the spot.