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

Lin Chen stood in the center of the arena, his back ramrod straight.

His left hand, adorned with an antique ring, was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

Suddenly, a warm current flowed from my fingertips and instantly spread throughout my body.

That was the power transmitted from the mysterious beautiful woman inside the ring.

This power was incredibly pure, like a torrent of water suddenly pouring into a dried-up riverbed, causing Lin Chen's meridians, which were originally only at the Qi Refining stage, to become so full that they were about to burst.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, his face revealing an almost arrogant confidence.

I screamed wildly in my heart.

"Is this what it feels like to be strong?"

"With my master's power, let alone Wang Meng wielding a third-tier magic sword, I could knock even a Foundation Establishment cultivator down with a single punch!"

"Gu Changyuan, you think you can kill me by giving him a broken sword?"

"You'd never dream that I had a cheat code; I'm the chosen one!"

Thinking of this, Lin Chen raised his head, looked down at Wang Meng across from him, and curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were like those of someone looking at a grasshopper that didn't know its own death.

At this moment, Wang Meng had no idea that Lin Chen had used a cheat code.

He gripped the third-tier magic sword tightly with both hands, feeling the terrifying fluctuations emanating from the blade, his killing intent already boiling over.

"Lin Chen, stop playing tricks!"

Wang Meng roared, his voice making the ears of those around him ring.

"We're all from the same sect, and I didn't want to kill him, but this is a mission personally assigned by the Holy Son."

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for being so blind as to offend the Holy Son!"

"Let me show you what the power of a third-tier magic sword really is!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wang Meng moved.

He pushed off the ground with both legs and launched himself into the air.

He raised the magic sword high with both hands, frantically pouring spiritual energy into it.

"Buzz—"

The sword emitted a sharp tremor, followed by a burst of azure sword light, two or three meters long.

The sword light was so dazzling that the disciples below the stage instinctively squinted.

The air seemed to be torn apart by the sword, making a sound like tearing cloth.

While in mid-air, Wang Meng used the momentum of his descent to deliver a powerful slash with his sword.

If this strike lands squarely, even if Lin Chen were just a mortal, or even a lump of iron, he would be split in two.

The disciples below the stage stared wide-eyed at the sight, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Someone couldn't help but swallow hard and said.

"My god, this is a third-tier magic sword?"

"That was incredible! For a split second, I felt my heart stop."

"This was something the Holy Son bestowed casually! To give away such a powerful weapon so easily—just how rich is the Holy Son?"

"You're so ignorant. This kind of thing is a family heirloom in our eyes, but in the Holy Son's eyes it's just junk, not even worth throwing away."

"That's the difference. We might work ourselves to the bone for a year and still not be able to get a Tier 1 weapon. But Wang Meng was lucky. He did something for the Holy Son and suddenly he went from a bicycle to a motorcycle."

"Lin Chen is definitely doomed this time."

"Of course! Look at that sword energy, even from a distance I felt my face hurt. Lin Chen only has those two fleshy fists, what can he use to block it?"

"I reckon this will turn into a murder scene in the next second."

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Lin Chen not only didn't panic, but laughed even more happily.

He stood still, without moving an inch.

Faced with the terrifying sword light that was rushing towards him, he didn't even bother to adopt a defensive stance. He simply stood with one hand behind his back and raised the other hand slightly, making an extremely provocative gesture.

Lin Chen looked at Wang Meng in mid-air with disdain in his eyes and spoke.

"A third-tier magic sword? That's all?"

"You bunch of frogs in a well, do you really think you can do anything to me with a broken sword obtained by external force?"

"I'm telling you, I'm different."

"I am the chosen one, the child of destiny. This level of attack isn't even worthy of tickling me!"

"You think I'm going to lose? You think I'm going to die?"

"Wrong! Utterly wrong!"

"Today, right here, in front of everyone, I will personally shatter this broken sword!"

After saying that, Lin Chen suddenly turned his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and looking straight at the lazy figure on the high platform.

Although they were far apart, he believed that Gu Changyuan could definitely hear him.

Lin Chen gritted his teeth and said, word by word.

"Gu Changyuan, you better watch out! You think you're toying with me? You think I'm just an ant in your eyes?"

"Today I'll show you what true power is!"

"I'll make you realize that offending me, Lin Chen, is the most regrettable decision you've ever made!"

These words caused an uproar among the disciples below the stage.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

Someone spoke up.

"Is Lin Chen... scared out of his wits? He's about to die, and he's still bragging?"

"What 'chosen one'? I think he's the son of a lunatic. But look at him."

One of the more perceptive disciples frowned and pointed at Lin Chen.

"He doesn't seem scared at all."

"Faced with such powerful sword energy, a normal person would have wet themselves in fear long ago. Even if they didn't run, they would at least cover their head and crouch down, right?"

"But look at him, he's not even blushing or skipping a beat, he's even smiling."

"Could it be that he really has some trump card we don't know about? Have we really underestimated him?"

For a time, the previously one-sided public opinion began to waver slightly.

After all, the world of cultivation is full of wonders, and it's not uncommon for someone to play dumb to outsmart others.

Could this Lin Chen really be a hidden master?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the situation on the stage reached its most critical moment.

Wang Meng's sword was already at his head.

That sharp aura had already ruffled Lin Chen's hair and made his face sting.

"Go to hell!"

Wang Meng roared ferociously, using all his strength to press down.

At that moment, Lin Chen also made a move.

Instead of dodging as everyone expected, he suddenly took a step forward.

The ground of the arena trembled as he took that step.

Lin Chen clenched his right fist, and the power of the beautiful woman in the ring surged into his fist. His entire hand was enveloped in a faint white light, exuding a powerful aura.

He met the sword light head-on and swung his fist fiercely.

The actions were simple and brutal.

We're going to go head-to-head!

Lin Chen had already written the script in his mind.

The next second, his fist would shatter Wang Meng's sword energy as easily as breaking glass.

Then he broke the third-tier magic sword with a punch.

The final punch, still powerful, sent Wang Meng flying off the stage.

At that time, the entire audience will be shocked. Gu Changyuan's face will turn ashen, while Lin Chen will enjoy the thrill of a comeback and a slap in the face amidst the attention of everyone.

"Smash it!"

Lin Chen shouted, his fist less than half a foot away from the sword's edge.

He could even see the terror in Wang Meng's eyes.

They had even anticipated the crisp sound of the magic sword shattering.

however.

Just as his fist was about to touch the sword's edge.

Lin Chen's expression changed drastically.