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

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the stage.

Originally, everyone thought it would be a close contest.

After all, Lin Chen's posture and gaze just now were so convincing that even many inner disciples were wondering if this kid was really holding back some big move.

But reality is often crueler than what is depicted in plays.

Just as Lin Chen's fist collided with the sword's edge...

The beautiful woman inside the ring sensed the powerful sword energy of the other party.

She ran faster than a rabbit, cutting off the connection with lightning speed, as if afraid that terrifying black and red aura would crawl along the network cable and devour her.

Without the support of the beautiful woman, Lin Chen's meager cultivation was as fragile as paper in front of that mutated third-tier magic sword.

At this moment, Lin Chen felt an irresistible force coming towards him.

pain.

Excruciating pain.

Lin Chen rolled around on the ground several times. His clothes, which were already covered in dust, were now tattered and covered in dirt, making him look extremely disheveled.

He lay on the ground, motionless for a long time.

Until a violent churning sensation ran through my chest.

"Wow--"

Lin Chen suddenly raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Only then did the intense pain slowly spread throughout his body, making him grimace and his facial features contort in pain.

However, compared to the physical pain, the shock in my heart was the most devastating.

Lin Chen didn't bother wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He supported himself with his hands on the ground and struggled to lift his head. His eyes were wide open as he stared intently at the person opposite him.

There, Wang Meng remained in his slashing posture, seemingly surprised that even he himself hadn't expected the sword strike to be so powerful.

Lin Chen's mind was buzzing with questions.

How is that possible?

How is that possible!

He was screaming wildly in his mind.

"How could I possibly lose? How could I possibly be sent flying by his sword in one strike?"

What happened in that brief moment?

"Where is Master? Where is Master's power? Why did it suddenly disappear?"

"Even without my master's power, my physical body shouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat!"

Lin Chen couldn't understand it.

He really couldn't understand it.

According to the script, Wang Meng should be the one flying out now, and that big oaf should be the one lying on the ground coughing up blood, while I should be standing in the center of the ring, enjoying the cheers of the crowd.

Why are they all reversed?

At this moment, the previously silent audience erupted into a frenzy after a brief moment of stunned silence.

Those disciples who had just held a sliver of hope for Lin Chen, thinking he might be hiding his true abilities, now had incredibly interesting expressions on their faces.

I don't know who couldn't hold back and burst out laughing first.

"Hahahahaha!"

Laugh out loud.

"Oh my god, this is hilarious! I can't take it anymore, help me up!"

One of the disciples clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face, and pointed at Lin Chen on the stage.

"Is this all the bragging he was doing? Is this what they call the chosen one?"

"The way he was putting on that show, I thought he was going to fly to the moon, but this is all?"

"One move! He couldn't even withstand one move!"

The people around them went to great lengths to mock them, pursing their lips and looking utterly disdainful.

"I was just a little worried, thinking that Lin Chen really had some ability, but it turns out he's just a big talker."

"Is he just here to be funny?"

"He should take a good look at himself in the mirror. With his pathetic appearance, how dare he face a third-tier magic sword head-on? What a pipe dream."

"Exactly! Wang Meng is holding a treasure bestowed by the Holy Son. Can he just accept it casually?"

"Now you're behaving yourself, aren't you? Weren't you just trying to shatter the magic sword? I think you shattered your own ribs instead!"

Those harsh, mocking laughs pierced Lin Chen's ears.

humiliation.

An unprecedented humiliation.

He had originally thought that this battle would allow him to wipe away his previous humiliation, regain his footing in the sect, and make everyone look at him with new respect.

The results of it?

Their attempt backfired, making them the biggest joke in the entire sect.

Lin Chen shook his head violently, forcing himself to calm down.

He may be arrogant, but he's not stupid.

He felt that brief contact clearly.

The force that sent him flying was not ordinary spiritual power, nor was it something that Wang Meng, a Qi Refining Stage Perfection cultivator, could produce.

That feeling was even more terrifying than the master in his ring.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen was furious and said.

"That's definitely not Wang Meng's power; it's simply impossible for a third-tier magic sword to unleash such power!"

"Cheating! This is absolutely cheating!"

"I knew it! How could that good-for-nothing Wang Meng suddenly become so strong? Turns out someone was pulling strings behind the scenes!"

At this point, Lin Chen checked his body again.

This examination was quite something; even he was stunned.

Logically speaking, if that had happened to an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator, they would have been cleaved in two long ago. Even if they didn't die, they would have suffered multiple fractures and been bedridden for at least six months.

But what about him?

Apart from spitting out blood, feeling a little numb in his arm, and experiencing some pain in his ribs, he was actually fine.

Although the blood and qi in the body were churning violently, they were calming down at an astonishing speed.

Is this the constitution of a chosen one?

Lin Chen took a deep breath, but the relief of surviving the ordeal didn't last long before it was replaced by a surge of overwhelming anger.

He struggled to get up from the ground.

He ignored Wang Meng and the jeers from the audience.

Instead, he suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and pointed directly at the high platform.

There, Gu Changyuan sat in a chair, holding a teacup, with a look of amusement on his face.

Looking at that calm and composed face, Lin Chen couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

It's definitely him!

Besides Gu Changyuan, who else has such great abilities? Who else would target me like this?

"Gu Changyuan, you must have tampered with it. I knew it was impossible. How could a third-tier magic sword be that powerful?"

"That power just now wasn't Wang Meng's at all; it was you who added it. If you hadn't used underhanded tactics, you wouldn't have been a match for me with that third-tier magic sword!"

"You want to kill me? You want to use someone else to do your dirty work? Let me tell you, it's not that easy!"

Lin Chen's sudden outburst stunned everyone present.

His disciples, who had been mocking him, suddenly stopped laughing.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Lin Chen.

"Is this kid crazy? Can't he handle losing?"

"Getting knocked away and then starting to bite? And even the Holy Son?"

"He said the Holy Son cheated? He rigged it?"

"My God, how dare he say something like that? Is he trying to finish him off with another blow because he felt the first sword strike wasn't enough?"

Everyone thought Lin Chen was desperate after losing and started talking nonsense.

After all, in their view, it was only natural for Wang Meng to win against Lin Chen with a third-tier magic sword, so why would the Holy Son need to interfere?

Isn't this using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

But Lin Chen didn't care about any of that.

He is now convinced that Gu Changyuan was the one who harmed him.

He stared intently at Gu Changyuan, his eyes filled with both anger and a hint of madness at having the truth exposed.

On the high platform.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit strange.

The elders standing next to Gu Changyuan all had grim expressions.

Publicly accusing the Holy Son of cheating?

This is extremely disrespectful!

One of the elders had even activated his spiritual power, preparing to go down and teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

But Gu Changyuan waved his hand, stopping them.

Gu Changyuan stood up and slowly walked to the edge of the platform, looking down at the disheveled figure on the stage.

"You're saying I cheated?"