The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 273 - 266: You Lost

Chapter 273: Chapter 266: You Lost

"You’re in such a hurry to be utterly defeated?"

Long Chen calmly asked.

"My foster father once said that confidence is like a man wearing a majestic suit of armor, but overconfidence is not confidence—it’s arrogance. And the arrogant are doomed to be trampled upon."

Yan Yiqiu said coldly.

"You don’t look very impressive, but what your foster father said is quite interesting. I’d bet you haven’t even learned a fraction of his skills, have you?"

Long Chen teased.

Yan Yiqiu’s eyebrows knitted in a frown, then he spoke, "Bickering is meaningless. Come, let’s battle to determine who is superior. If you lose, I will not take your life today. But I will cripple your cultivation and have you jump off from the other side of the Peak of Kunlun, and your fate will be up to you."

"You won’t win against me. I’ve already written the script for you. After you lose, you will surely call your group to join in, right?

My suggestion is, anyone who sides with you might as well come at me now, whether it’s one or a group, it makes no difference to me. Do you dare?"

Hearing Long Chen’s words, many experts aligned with Yan Yiqiu furrowed their brows, emanating killing intent.

Long Chen’s words were clearly a display of utter disregard for them.

These experts were usually regarded with reverence within their own territories, and nobody dared to disrespect them.

This had made them exceedingly proud.

Such pride was ingrained in their bones, their eyes tolerant of no insult.

"Princely Heir, since this child is so arrogant, why not just indulge him and send him to hell with our chaotic punches?"

The old man from Dongyang spoke out loudly.

"No." Yan Yiqiu immediately said, "Right now, it is a duel between Long Chen and me. No one is allowed to interfere. Whoever interferes at this point shall be considered a deadly enemy of mine, Yan Yiqiu."

"Princely Heir, it was a slip of the tongue from Yamamoto Dabong just now, not well-considered. Please forgive me."

Yamamoto Dabong bowed deeply.

"It’s fine."

Yan Yiqiu didn’t say much more.

Then, he stared at Long Chen and said in a deep voice, "I don’t want to waste words. Let’s fight."

"I’ll oblige you."

Long Chen took deliberate steps towards Yan Yiqiu.

Yan Yiqiu took a deep breath, then rushed towards Long Chen like a fierce tiger.

The battle was about to erupt at any moment.

Bang.

Long Chen and Yan Yiqiu clashed with a palm strike.

In the collision, Long Chen felt the depth of Yan Yiqiu’s inner strength, which was superior to that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

No wonder Yan Yiqiu was so confident, insisting on a one-on-one battle.

It seemed that Yan Yiqiu wanted to defeat him fair and square at the Martial God Conference, to establish a strong reputation in the Martial Arts World.

A lovely thought, but what he didn’t know was that the gap between a human Martial God Realm and a cultivator’s Creation Realm was not small.

"Continue."

Long Chen remained calm and composed, utterly unperturbed.

"I will show you just how huge the gap between you and me is."

Yan Yiqiu circulated his True Qi, which surged around him, turning into a tangible force.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Martial God Realm, beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Die."

Yan Yiqiu stepped forward, his True Qi accompanying the movement, and it seemed to transform into a golden eagle that swooped at Long Chen.

Long Chen raised his hand, Spiritual Power winding around his fingers with ease as he coped with the attack.

Although Yan Yiqiu’s True Qi was strong, it couldn’t penetrate the Spiritual Power.

Spiritual Power was fundamentally much stronger than True Qi.

The destructive capacity of Spiritual Power was also far beyond what True Qi could compare to.

"Transform."

Long Chen uttered softly, and in a place invisible to onlookers, the Spiritual Power in his palm transformed into flames, furiously incinerating Yan Yiqiu’s True Qi.

Yan Yiqiu’s True Qi was therefore completely unable to inflict any harm on Long Chen.

Wherever his True Qi struck, there Spiritual Power would transform into fire, dissolving it.

Thus, after dozens of exchanges, Long Chen hadn’t even truly made a move yet, while Yan Yiqiu himself had expended a tremendous amount of energy.

He realized something was amiss, wanted to slow down his attacks, and sought other weaknesses.

But by this time, Long Chen was no longer giving him any chances.

"I told you, you are not up to the task," Long Chen said.

Long Chen clenched his fist and threw a simple, unadorned punch at Yan Yiqiu.

With a bang, Yan Yiqiu was struck by the fist and sent flying backward, vomiting blood while still in midair.

When he crashed to the ground, his face was deathly pale, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Princely Heir."

Chang Yan, Yuan Gang, and the others’ faces changed drastically, and they quickly rushed forward to help Yan Yiqiu up.

Yan Yiqiu steadied himself, waved his hand, and with a terribly ugly expression on his face, he was speechless for a moment.

"You’ve lost," Long Chen said indifferently.

"Why is your True Qi so bizarre? Have you cultivated some Evil Technique? Why do I feel that my True Qi has no effect on you at all?"

Yan Yiqiu’s eyes were filled with unwillingness.

He had practiced martial arts since childhood without a day’s rest, toiling bitterly until today.

Along the way, even his foster father marveled at his Martial Arts talent. At such a young age, he had stepped into the Martial God Realm, a rarity throughout history, and could proudly look down on all his peers.

But this battle shattered all his self-confidence and arrogance.

Long Chen suppressed him with barely any effort. Even now, Long Chen’s face wasn’t flushed, nor was he out of breath, as if suppressing him was as easy as suppressing an ant.

This made Yan Yiqiu even more unwilling to accept it.

But to others, those experts, it didn’t seem like much.

In their view, as the son of the Lord of the Yan Royal Mansion, Yan Yiqiu’s lofty status explained his lack of combat strength.

After all, few dared to lay a hand on him.

Therefore, even though Long Chen won, he still wasn’t truly taken seriously by the crowd of experts.

"Princely Heir, shall we go together now? Should we slay this lad right here, and no one speaks of today’s battle afterwards, the world will remain ignorant of what happened at the Peak of Kunlun," Yamamoto Dabong said gloomily.

Upon hearing this, Yan Yiqiu’s eyes lit up.

Yes, as long as Long Chen died here, as long as they kept silent, then the outside world would never know that he had lost to Long Chen.

Moreover, as long as Long Chen died, regardless of the method, as long as he remained alive, victory would certainly be his.

With this thought, Yan Yiqiu immediately exclaimed loudly, "Good, all of you assist me, let’s kill Long Chen together. After this battle, all of you will be esteemed guests of the Yan Royal Mansion. Should you need assistance in the future, the Yan Royal Mansion will spare no effort."

Many were tempted by these words.

Although the Yan Royal Mansion in Great Xia was not an invincible force, it held substantial influence.

Should they really receive some support from the Yan Royal Mansion, it would be of great help to their families.

With this in mind, nearly thirty people immediately stood by Yan Yiqiu’s side.

Nearly half the people remained neutral, just watching.

Ye Zhiqiu stood with her sword, expressionless.

In her eyes, compared to Yan Yiqiu, Long Chen was much superior.

Seeing that Yan Yiqiu intended to use everyone’s power to kill Long Chen, deep down she scorned such a person, but Ye Zhiqiu had no intention of stopping the battle either.

She knew well that she couldn’t stop it—those were over thirty superb experts.

Besides, even if she could, Ye Zhiqiu wouldn’t do it.

After all, Long Chen was her enemy!

Yan Yiqiu looked around and saw that everyone around him was ready to assist, which greatly boosted his confidence.

Yet Yan Yiqiu felt it was not enough.

"Ye Zhiqiu, have you not always said that Long Chen killed your grandfather? Now is a perfect opportunity for revenge. Why don’t you join us quickly?"

Yan Yiqiu’s eyes were fixed intently on Ye Zhiqiu.