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Chapter 367 - 341 Victory or Defeat (Thanks for the tips! Ask for monthly tickets!)

Chapter 367: 341 Victory or Defeat (Thanks for the tips! Ask for monthly tickets!)

The son of a wealthy family should never disgrace his ancestors.

Essentially, young masters of such stature, when would they personally engage in combat?

But Ye Tingxuan was no ordinary individual.

The crucial point was.

His opponent seemed to be as well.

Who, being in their right mind, would dare to challenge Ye Tingxuan to single combat?

Utterly mad!

Yet, one had proposed the challenge, and the other had accepted.

"Come, let’s change locations."

The entrance was already strewn with bodies, so Ye Tingxuan made his way to the hall.

Pei Yunxi was standing by the dining table, her soul seemingly having left her body.

Jiang Chen glanced at her, with no time for explanations.

If he hadn’t spoken as he did earlier, claiming to be Pei Yunxi’s man, perhaps this young royal wouldn’t even have granted him the opportunity for a duel.

He was not unaware of the severe consequences that could arise from a confrontation with Ye Tingxuan.

But he had no choice.

He couldn’t let Liao Xiangdong’s efforts be in vain.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Chen followed Ye Tingxuan into a living room as spacious as the Shi Family’s estate.

"The rules are simple, the same as with them, whoever stands till the end is the winner."

Ye Tingxuan turned around, his gaze fixed on the obscure youth, a corner of his mouth curling up, feeling quite intrigued.

He had never encountered a situation like this before. As a child, it was normal to fight and quarrel, but after growing up, no one dared to lay a hand on him.

And moreover.

This lad had just claimed to be Pei Yunxi’s man?

Was he stealing love with a daring move, or was he giving the Golden Sea founder a cuckold’s horns?

Things were getting more and more interesting.

"No problem."

Ye Tingxuan adjusted his collar, still pondering whether this fellow really dared to fight him, but the other party was more decisive than he had anticipated.

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Chen immediately lunged forward. Covering the distance of four or five steps quickly, he arrived in front of Ye Tingxuan and, without hesitation, swung his fist towards that sinisterly handsome face.

"Bang!"

Ye Tingxuan staggered and was punched solidly.

"Damn it! Stop!"

He hastened to raise his hand.

Jiang Chen, who was about to press the attack, was forced to stop in his tracks.

After all, the ultimate say was in his opponent’s hands.

Ye Tingxuan winced in pain, touching his face which seemed to hurt quite a bit, his cheek visibly swelling.

Crap.

This kid really dared to hit him!

"What’s wrong?"

Jiang Chen asked, without betraying any emotion.

When he proposed the duel, he actually had no idea whether he could handle it, having no knowledge of the young royal’s martial prowess.

But now he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he thought, why would a young master from such a background bother enduring the hardships of martial arts training?

Although Jiang Chen knew he was far from being an expert, at least he stood a chance against an ordinary person.

"I didn’t say ’start’ yet, so why did you hit me?"

Pei Yunxi came back to her senses, turned her head to subconsciously look towards the living room, her pupils dilating uncontrollably, struck by an unrealistic sense of absurdity.

Half of Ye Tingxuan’s face was swollen; had he really been struck?

"Sorry, then let’s start over."

Jiang Chen took two steps back.

"..."

Ye Tingxuan chuckled in anger. Originally, he wanted to declare the other party the loser, but doing so seemed all too shameful.

No matter what, he was still a man. No matter how eccentric his nature, he still had his pride.

He rubbed his face and took several deep breaths, then mock-seriously rotated his wrists and twisted his neck. If it weren’t for the fact that he had just taken a punch, this posture would have looked rather intimidating.

Jiang Chen was patient, calmly waiting for his opponent to complete a set of warm-up exercises.

"Can we start now?"

"Wing Chun, Ye Tingxuan."

The young royal imitated moves from movies, beckoning Jiang Chen with a wave of his hand.

Jiang Chen, without saying a word, charged forward.

He was a civilized person, with higher education, and never advocated violence.

However, extraordinary experiences in his youth taught him a lesson.

If a fight was inevitable, then it was best not to talk nonsense.

Taunting did nothing.

A fight was all about momentum!

Ye Tingxuan, influenced by his surroundings, knew a bit of the gestures but they were merely for show, while Jiang Chen need not be mentioned; in terms of fighting, he was utterly a layman, having received no professional training at all, at most, he had sparring matches with Bai Haoran.

The one-on-one duel between the two was indeed a fair and evenly matched contest.

At the beginning, Ye Tingxuan performed some movements from Wing Chun with hums and hahs, but gradually, he lost his rhythm to Jiang Chen’s unorthodox assault.

Let him be strong, like the breeze that brushes over the hills.

Let him be bold, like the bright moon over the river.

Jiang Chen paid no mind to whether the opponent’s moves were traditional or impressive. Basically, he resorted to punching and kicking.

In no time, Ye Tingxuan could no longer withstand it, abandoning the flashy but ineffective moves, twisting and grappling with Jiang Chen in a brawl that resembled that of ruffians from the streets, devoid of any semblance of dignity.

Pei Yunxi was dumbfounded.

"Boom..."

Two sounds merged into one.

Jiang Chen and Ye Tingxuan punched each other at the same time, then separated briefly.

"You’re bleeding."

Ye Tingxuan gasped for breath and laughed.

Jiang Chen’s breathing was erratic, "You too."

Ye Tingxuan raised his hand, touched the corner of his mouth, looked down, and indeed, there was a bright red stain.

"Haha, exhilarating, let’s go again!"

He laughed instead of getting angry.

Strength must come from the ground, never from midair.

But for the two of them, who would listen to such rules? Ye Tingxuan elegantly jumped up, delivering a midair kick, solidly planting his foot on Jiang Chen’s chest.

Jiang Chen was instantly sent flying, crashing into the corner wall where a human-height celadon porcelain vase stood.

"Smash!"

The presumably valuable celadon porcelain vase shattered on impact.

Jiang Chen fell among the broken pieces, his body bearing multiple cuts.

Pei Yunxi involuntarily stepped forward, her face tense with worry.

"Haha, too weak to take a hit!"

Ye Tingxuan laughed heartily, filled with triumph, but little did he know, his opponent, like an indestructible cockroach, slowly got up again from the ceramic debris.

Staring at that disheveled figure, neither towering nor massive, Pei Yunxi felt as if a giant hand was squeezing her heart, her gaze complex.

"You’re celebrating too soon."

Jiang Chen spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and then resolutely charged at Ye Tingxuan again.

Such a stance for a moment truly stunned Ye Tingxuan, causing the mischievous young master to involuntarily step back.

Jiang Chen, with tattered clothes, lunged and grabbed onto Ye Tingxuan’s waist, using the inertia to carry them forward; they both collapsed onto a sofa and then rolled over, piling on top of each other, and crashed onto a marble coffee table.

"Bang!"

Fortunately, the coffee table was sturdy enough to withstand the impact and did not collapse. Jiang Chen pressed Ye Tingxuan firmly beneath him, showing no courtesy at all, and began to punch him mercilessly.

Ye Tingxuan could only cover his head to defend himself, and after a while managed to catch an opportunity, kicked Jiang Chen off of him, regained his freedom, and immediately returned the favor, mounting Jiang Chen and raining down punches in a frenzy.

The two traded blows, blood at their mouths ever increasing, their strength rapidly draining like water through an open sluice, until even standing became a challenge, their balance unsteady.

"I think you’re not going to last, give up, don’t push yourself."

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth onto the floor. Ye Tingxuan’s face was already swollen and bruised, the corner of his eye cracked, his laughter weak and breathy.

Pei Yunxi felt turmoil in her heart.

This was one of the super-rich heirs in the entire country, beaten to a pulp.

If this scene were to be exposed, it would surely cause an uproar!

Of course, Jiang Chen was not faring much better, and even looked more pitiful, with countless tiny wounds over his body, his right eye grotesquely swollen.

"You’re the same, look, your legs are shaking too. Young Master Ye, stop pretending."

Both men were equally matched, and despite barely being able to stand, their defiance was just as staunch.

Ye Tingxuan, whose legs were indeed trembling slightly, opened his mouth even wider in pain.

Pain.

Indeed, very painful.

But it seemed he had not felt this exhilarated in a long time.

"It looks like I won’t be able to convince you unless I beat you down."

The fight resumed.

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

At this point, just like the previous fight, neither of them had the strength to block or defend anymore; it was completely a matter of willpower supporting them, one punch, one kick at a time.

Finally.

Clearly unaccustomed to suffering, Ye Tingxuan was at a slight disadvantage, his legs gave in, and he was about to fall to the ground, but the direction he was falling towards was pointed upward by a sharp piece of broken porcelain.

At the critical moment, Jiang Chen reached out and grabbed him.

But really lacking any strength, he barely twisted Ye Tingxuan’s falling angle, and Jiang Chen, pulled along, collapsed in the place where Ye Tingxuan would have fallen.

"Puff."

It sounded like something was pierced.

Ye Tingxuan lay beside him, seemingly without the strength to even move his fingers.

Jiang Chen’s neck veins bulged, his face involuntarily twitching, yet he gritted his teeth tightly, persevering, and with the last bit of his strength, he slowly got up.

"Young Master Ye, I won."

Ye Tingxuan smiled weakly, his eyes closed, breathing exhaustively, remaining silent.

Pei Yunxi rushed over, ignoring the blood and sweat on him, and supported the young man; her stunning face filled with undisguised worry.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, his breath was faint, "Let’s go quickly."

Pei Yunxi supported him, and they hobbled toward the main entrance.

At this time, Liao Xiangdong and his five men had regained some strength and had stood up.

The five king soldiers blocked the entrance.

"What are you doing? You set the rules, and now that we have won, are you planning to break the agreement?"

Pei Yunxi’s voice was sharp, clearly losing her composure.

Looking at the young man being supported, Liao Xiangdong’s gaze was complex.

"Let them go."

A weak and hoarse voice came from the living room. Ye Tingxuan lay on the ground, eyes closed, his hand feebly waved.

The five soldier kings stepped aside, opening a path.

Liao Xiangdong, also covered in wounds, came over to help support them.

The three of them exited the villa together.

The temperature dropped further.

Before Pei Yunxi could take a breath of relief, she felt a weight on her shoulder, and Jiang Chen just went straight down.

"Jiang Chen!"

Even with Liao Xiangdong’s help, the two managed to hold him up, but Jiang Chen, who had persisted to the doorway, had already lost consciousness.

Liao Xiangdong had a sense of what had happened, turned around abruptly, and saw a porcelain shard deeply embedded in the young man’s waist, the blood had long since soaked the surrounding clothing on his back.

What kind of willpower was it that allowed him to hold on, to walk out, ensuring victory in this "game" before collapsing?

Quickly.

Pei Yunxi noticed the horrific wound on his back, her face instantly turned pale, her eyes trembled sharply, tears shimmering, almost suffocating.

A previously unknown panic flooded her heart like a deluge.