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

On the stage, Lin Chen, who had been terrified and at a loss, suddenly became confident.

Gu Changyuan watched this scene and said with a cold smile.

"Not only have my hands stopped shaking, but my back has also straightened up."

"It's so familiar. I've seen this kind of highlight moment for the protagonist in countless novels."

"This is a typical example of cheat software being credited to the account."

"That's right."

"Faced with a third-tier magic sword, this idiot would have wet his pants long ago if he didn't have some trump cards up his sleeve."

"Who else could still be putting on this arrogant 'I'm the best' attitude like this? It has to be that old ghost in the ring who's made a move."

"I know this tactic all too well."

"It's nothing more than the remnant soul in the ring promising Lin Chen some power, or directly possessing him, or imparting some secret technique."

"It gave a novice in the Qi Refining stage the illusion that he could defy fate."

"But so what?"

"It's just a remnant soul. If it were in its prime, I might be more wary of it."

"But now, that remnant soul has been hiding in that dark, sunless ring for so many years, how much skill can it still retain? Even if it helps that fool, what kind of trouble can it cause?"

"I am now a villain with a system, and my own cultivation level is also a solid foundation."

"Trying to pull off a comeback right under my nose?"

"dream."

After saying that, Gu Changyuan's smile turned even colder, and then he gently raised his hand and flicked his finger.

An invisible and intangible aura, yet extremely pure, shot out from his fingertips and pierced directly into the magic sword in Wang Meng's hand below the arena.

......

Martial Arts Arena, Arena Number Seven.

Wang Meng was gripping the third-tier magic sword tightly with both hands, his muscles taut.

He was genuinely excited.

This was also the first time in his life that he had ever held such a high-level weapon.

Just then.

He suddenly felt the sword in his hand jump violently.

The pulsation is so slight that it's almost imperceptible unless you pay close attention.

Immediately afterwards, a warm current of air came from the hilt of the sword, flowed down his palm, and went directly into his meridians.

Wang Meng was stunned for a moment.

He quickly looked down at the sword in his hand.

The sword still shimmered with a bluish light, looking no different from usual.

Wang Meng scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, and said.

"illusion?"

"Why did it feel like that sword came to life just now?"

Who cares?

"Perhaps the third-tier magic sword has become sentient and sensed its master's fighting spirit, and is getting excited."

"That must be it, even the sword wants to drink blood!"

"But I didn't expect this kid to still be pretending. He's really not afraid of death. Well then, let him experience the power of my third-tier magic sword!"

"Even when he was about to die, he still had his hands behind his back, his chin held higher than the sky, acting like he didn't take me seriously at all."

"What are you pretending to be so arrogant about? I don't know who it was just now, but they were so scared they almost peed their pants, and then they were yelling that it wasn't fair."

"What's this? Are you planning to use your shamelessness to take my sword? How laughable."

"Lin Chen, since you're determined to die, then Grandpa will grant your wish. Take this!"

After saying that, Wang Meng stomped his foot hard on the ground.

Using the recoil force, Wang Meng charged towards Lin Chen with a fierce momentum.

The third-tier magic sword in his hand transformed into a streak of azure light, slashing straight down at Lin Chen's forehead.

This sword strike was powerful and heavy.

But faced with this fierce sword strike.

Lin Chen, however, showed no sign of panic.

He didn't even pause for a moment, maintaining his unhurried pace as he walked towards Wang Meng.

狂

Lin Chen looked at the cyan sword light that slashed down, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing an extremely pretentious sneer.

He said it with a disdainful look.

"A mere third-tier magic sword. In the past, I might have avoided its edge, but in front of my master, what difference is there between this piece of junk and a fire poker?"

"They are utterly vulnerable."

After saying that, Lin Chen looked up and saw that Wang Meng's sword was less than three feet away from his head.

But he wasn't flustered at all.

Suddenly, a faint, almost imperceptible light flashed from the ring on Lin Chen's hand.

Followed by.

The remnant soul inside the ring made its move.

A vast and pure power instantly surged from the ring into Lin Chen's body.

Originally only at the Qi Refining stage, at this moment, he actually unleashed a terrifying aura comparable to that of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Lin Chen's eyes were frighteningly bright, and he simply raised his right hand.

Make a fist with all five fingers.

The fist was enveloped in a faint white halo, which was the soul power lent to him by the beautiful woman.

Lin Chen stood there, straight ahead, and threw a punch at the descending third-tier magic sword.

This scene is absolutely stunning.

It's a visual shock.

This is like someone trying to break an egg against a rock.

No.

This is even crazier than an egg hitting a rock; it's like trying to put meat into a meat grinder!

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

One of the disciples couldn't help but say.

Holy crap!

"Has Lin Chen gone mad? That's a third-tier magic sword! He's going to catch it with his bare fist?"

"Does he not want this hand anymore? Or does he not want his life anymore?"

"He's stunned, absolutely stunned. He must have been so scared he lost his mind!"

"Even if he's a body cultivator, and has practiced some kind of Iron Shirt or Golden Bell technique, he still can't withstand a single blow from a third-tier magic weapon!"

"If that happens, not only will your hand be chopped in half, but your whole body will be split in two."

"I guess he felt he couldn't win, so he wanted to die a glorious death?"

"What heroic? That's just stupid. I think he's read too many fictional novels and actually thinks he's the chosen one, blessed with good fortune."

"Do you think the protagonist's halo will keep him from dying?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, after cultivating in the sect for so many years, I don't know how many self-righteous fools like this I've seen."

"The grass on the grave is already two meters tall."

Lin Chen listened and gave a cold laugh.

But Lin Chen was not as furious as he had been before.

in contrast.

He listened to the mockery from his fellow disciples, and his sneer deepened.

He was screaming wildly in his heart.

Laugh, laugh as much as you want.

"How could you sparrows possibly understand the ambitions of a swan?"

"How could you ants, who can only look up to the strong, possibly understand my power?"

Lin Chen felt the surging power in his fist, a power he had never experienced before.

This power gave him boundless confidence.

He looked at the sword blade so close to him, at Wang Meng's ferocious face, but there wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes.

Yes, but only with disdain for these ordinary mortals.

"snort."

Lin Chen snorted coldly through his nostrils.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an arrogance that made people very uncomfortable.

"I'm not like you guys, you bunch of useless people who can only see the surface."

"Today, I will use this punch to shatter all your prejudices and watch me avenge myself!"