Unrivaled Martial Emperor
Chapter 1144 - Incur the Wrath of the Masses

Chapter 1144 - Incur the Wrath of the Masses

The entire place fell silent when Chen Fan finished speaking.

Many widened their eyes, staring at him in shock.

At first, they were confused and unsure why Chen Fan had suddenly shifted his tone to praise the so-called prodigies from foreign continents.

But now, it was clear: he was calling them out. He had first flattered them to the skies, only to pull back and let them crash to the ground.

“What arrogance!”

“Such arrogance. Is everyone in this academy like this?”

“He’s too condescending!”

“What humiliation, this is an insult to our Ten Absolutes Sect!”

The foreign continent prodigies quickly snapped out of it, their anger erupting.

Moments ago, many were basking in Chen Fan’s praise, even starting to believe that Xia Hou was a flower vase unworthy of his reputation.

However, they didn’t expect Chen Fan’s mouth to be this vicious, lifting them up only to crush their hopes.

Many Legends of the True Martial Academy and the other forces of the Tianwu Continent stifled their laughter and whispered, “That guy Chen Fan has skills, but his mouth is even deadlier. He’s almost angering those people to their graves.”

“That’s right. I like that kid. He’s sharp.”

The experts from these factions didn’t bother lowering their voices.

The forces from the foreign continents had brought their men here to challenge them and strip away their dignity. Now, seeing them getting humiliated, no one cared about saving face. They were simply enjoying the show.

“Arrogant?” Chen Fan shot a sideways glance at the foreign continent prodigies and replied coolly, “So what? I’ve got the skills to back it up. If you can’t take it, then come at me together. I’m not singling anyone out; I’m saying all of you are trash. Every last one. Got it?”

Chen Fan’s arrogance and audacity were on full display.

The strongest pride of heaven from the Tianxuan Sacred Sect, a figure on par with Xia Hou, stepped forward.

“Ahhh, I can’t take it anymore. You’re courting death!. I’ll grant your wish!” said Wang Zhong, enraged.

As renowned prodigies of their sects, they had never been humiliated like this. This felt worse than death.

As an unmatched pride of heaven, if he didn’t step forward even in the face of such humiliation, he would really be unworthy of his titles. For Wang Zhong, doing so would leave a heart demon festering within, hindering his future path in martial cultivation.

Chen Fan swept a glance at Wang Zhong, curled his lips, and said, “Just you? Anyone else? Step up, let me see what you’ve got, you pathetic bunch. What, you think not stepping up makes you less of trash? Let me be clear: he’s trash, but those who don’t even dare to fight are worse than trash.”

“Damn it! He deserves to die!”

“I will kill you! Kill you!”

“No one has ever dared to humiliate me like this. You’ll be the first and the last!”

“Little bastard, even if the god emperor descended to save you, he wouldn’t succeed. You're dead!”

Suddenly, the strongest prodigies from the foreign forces stepped forward, eyes bloodshot. Overwhelming killing intent surged from them, so intense it nearly took form, as if their rage wouldn’t subside unless they cut Chen Fan into pieces.

Although they weren’t as strong as Xia Hou and Wang Zhong, all of them were experts with ninety-some law threads, making them formidable in their own right.

One by one, they advanced. Their killing intent exploded outward, stirring fierce winds as their terrifying auras converged. The sheer pressure made the onlookers tremble.

Now, these people were at their angriest. With them joining hands, even a genuine Lesser Legendary realm expert would be trembling inside.

Chen Fan’s words earlier had already incurred the wrath of the masses, utterly offending them.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the True Martial Academy shrank their necks back.

Naturally, they could tell how angry these foreign prides of heaven were. Like volcanoes ready to erupt, their wrath blazing high enough to scorch the skies.

“Oh shit, Chen Fan is in big trouble now. He’s incurred the wrath of the masses.”

“That may be so, but... why does it feel so satisfying?”

“That’s right. When we lost earlier, those guys mocked and taunted us like their lives depended on it. Look at them now, stomping the ground like angry apes.”

“But... what if Chen Fan is no match for them? Won’t it be troublesome?”

“Exactly. He may have won the verbal battle, but if he loses now, it’ll be disastrous.”

The True Martial Academy disciples, though secretly thrilled, couldn’t help but worry.

A total of nine foreign continent forces had come to the Tianwu Continent.

Aside from Xia Hou, who Chen Fan had just heavily injured with a palm strike, the remaining eight, including Wang Zhong, were all strong. Otherwise, they couldn’t have crushed the prodigies of the top-tier sects like the Sun Moon Divine Sect.

When these people joined hands to deal with Chen Fan, it wasn’t a simple matter of one plus one; even a newbie Lesser Legendary realm expert would struggle to withstand their combined assault.

Chen Fan was representing the True Martial Academy and, by extension, the entire martial arts world of the Tianwu Continent. After making such bold declarations, a loss wouldn’t just disgrace the academy; it would tarnish the continent’s entire martial reputation.

“Is that all? Just you lot?”

He ignored Wang Zhong and the others’ anger, even sounding disappointed at the lack of more challengers. Many from the True Martial Academy couldn’t help but roll their eyes back and curse in their hearts.

There’s got to be a limit to acting like a pretentious prick. Overdo it, and you’re just a dumb prick. If he screws this up, he’s done for.

Naturally, Wang Zhong and the others understood the provocation behind Chen Fan’s words, and grew even angrier.

“What arrogance! To deal with you, I, Wang Zhong, alone, am enough!”

“You?” Chen Fan sneered disdainfully and said, “I don’t mean to look down on you, but you’re barely any different from that Xia Hou guy.”

“Damn it, you damned bastard! You just had to enrage me, didn’t you?!” Wang Zhong couldn’t restrain his anger anymore and ignited.

In a flash, Wang Zhong blurred, appearing before Chen Fan as if they’d swapped places. He reached out with a massive hand, ready to crush him, only for Chen Fan to vanish into thin air.

“Are you trying to run away?” Wang Zhong shouted toward the sky.

Sure enough, with a flash of golden light, Chen Fan appeared in that spot.

“Run away? Hmph! You think I’d run just because you’ve mastered a hundred threads of law and your combat strength matches a Legend? Don’t be ridiculous!

“That place was too cramped. I couldn’t fight properly. Come up to the nine heavens and fight me. And don’t take turns. Come at me all at once. I won’t feel a thing.” Chen Fan’s cold laughter resounded, shaking the universe.