Chapter 17

"Are you trying to say that after your little brother was beaten, the big brother has to come out for revenge?" Wang Chen’s eyes turned cold, and he frowned, asking in a cold voice.

Standing before him was none other than Han Feng’s older brother, Han Yu!

This sudden change made the crowd, which had gradually calmed down, burst into an uproar once again.

Han Yu, an outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Han family, was said to have already advanced to the eighth stage of Body Tempering! And Han Feng was precisely his younger brother. Now that Han Feng had been severely injured, it seemed that Han Yu was going to stand up for him.

"That kid is in for it!"

"What a pity!"

Immediately, the crowd’s expressions changed. Some looked at Wang Chen with a gleeful expression, while others looked at him with sympathy.

There was no doubt about Han Yu’s strength. Seeing his cold expression, everyone knew that this matter would not end well, and Wang Chen was bound to suffer.

Of course, there were a few people who, upon seeing this scene, frowned tightly. They looked at Han Yu with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Wanting revenge?" Wang Chen heard the murmurs from the crowd, frowned, and coldly snorted.

"Little brat, I’ll kill you!!" At this moment, Han Yu’s eyes were cold, filled with intense killing intent. He gritted his teeth and said, "I’ll kill you!!" As he spoke, he clenched his fist and was about to strike Wang Chen.

"Han Yu, what are you doing!" Han Jin, who was closest to Wang Chen, rushed in front of the two, blocking Han Yu, and shouted in a deep voice, helping Wang Chen to block the powerful punch.

At the same time, the girl who had been standing at the back also came to the front. She frowned, her face cold, and gave Wang Chen a complex look before turning to Han Yu and said coolly, "The match is over!"

"Move aside, let me kill this damn little brat! Didn’t you see what happened to Xiao Feng? He’s severely injured, his hand bones shattered! Didn’t you see?" Han Yu was somewhat frantic. He had only intended for Han Feng to show off, but who would have thought it would end like this.

Now Han Feng was severely injured, barely alive, with his hand bones broken. More importantly, he had been defeated by this little waste of a person in front of so many people. This was something he could not tolerate. If he let it go, what face would Han Feng have left in the Han family, and what face would he, Han Yu, have?

"Hmph, if I were the one injured, would you still act like this?" Wang Chen sneered, his laughter cold and chilling, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

"This match was proposed by Han Feng. Did you stop him at the time? Didn’t you know the difference between the third and fifth stages of Body Tempering? When the match was proposed, did you think about what would happen if I lost? Would Han Feng have let me off? If that were the case, the one lying on the ground now would be me, perhaps even more severely! Do you not understand this?" Wang Chen raised his head, his eyes sharp like a cold blade, and he roared.

His voice was slightly hoarse, filled with a deep sense of desolation, as if all the委屈 (grievances) he had endured over the past two years were bursting out at this moment.

"Ha ha ha... No, if I were the one injured, you wouldn’t act like this. You would just look at me with indifference and celebrate for Han Feng, right? Ha ha..." He laughed loudly, his laughter even more desolate.

Hearing this, the crowd felt a deep sense of desolation and grievance, and some people couldn’t help but lower their heads, avoiding his sharp gaze.

The atmosphere became extremely tense, and Wang Chen was right. If he had lost, and if his strength was only at the third stage of Body Tempering, his situation would be even worse than Han Feng’s.

"Now that the match is over, and Han Feng lost, you want to take revenge? Ha ha... The people of the Han family are no better than this! If you want to do something, I’ll take it!" After roaring, Wang Chen clenched his fists and glared at Han Yu, shouting loudly.

"Fine... I’ll show you what death means today!" Han Yu sneered, his anger turning into a cold laugh.

"Enough, Han Yu! Everyone saw this match, which Han Feng proposed. What are you doing now?" Even Han Jin, who was close to Han Yu, couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust at Han Yu’s actions and shouted.

"Instead of thinking about revenge, why don’t you take Han Feng to get treated first?" Han Yuxuan’s voice was even colder and more direct.

Both of them showed their dissatisfaction with such behavior.

"Let me deal with this guy first. In three seconds, I’ll make him even worse off than Xiao Feng!" Han Yu ignored the advice and coldly shouted.

Wang Chen looked at Han Yu coldly, his eyes resolute. He would not back down. From the moment he took the first step, he had never intended to retreat. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have thrown the third punch, because the first two punches had already shown the result of the match. The moment he threw the third punch, he knew he had taken the path of enmity with Han Yu.

"Are you done yet?" Just as the atmosphere was tense and could explode at any moment, a stern and angry voice came from behind.

"Third Elder!" Seeing the person, everyone called out respectfully.

This person was the Third Elder of the Han family, the one in charge of the registration for the event!

"I saw the match. Han Yu, take Han Feng and get out of here! Come to the meeting hall tonight and give me an explanation!" The Third Elder glared at Han Yu, his voice leaving no room for argument. In the Han family, the status of the elders was second only to the patriarch, especially this Third Elder, who was impartial and in charge of discipline, even the First Elder had no authority to interfere.

The explanation he referred to was naturally about Han Feng’s use of the Thunder Palm earlier.

"But..."

"Get out! And don’t let me know if you have any private fights, or I won’t be lenient." The Third Elder frowned and directly interrupted Han Yu.

"Alright, the registration for today is over. Everyone, disperse!" The Third Elder then said to everyone.

"I want to register!" At this moment, Wang Chen said calmly.

These words made those who were about to leave stop and look at him in disbelief.

In such a situation, he still dared to register? The Third Elder’s words had already helped Wang Chen escape the crisis, preventing Han Yu from taking revenge privately. Now he wanted to participate in the clan competition? Wasn’t this giving Han Yu a chance for revenge?

Turning to look at Han Yu, sure enough, upon hearing Wang Chen’s words, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"No... Only members of the Han family can participate in the clan competition!" The Third Elder also glanced at Wang Chen in surprise and then said calmly, directly rejecting his request.

Upon hearing this, the girl in the crowd let out a slight sigh of relief.

"How... That’s impossible! There was no such rule last year! Didn’t they say that anyone living in the Han Manor could participate? Last year, a martial artist even participated!" Wang Chen said anxiously, trying to争取 (fight for) his chance.

"Hehe... Third Elder, I think it’s fine. He has lived in our Han family for more than two years, so he can be considered part of the Han Manor. According to the rules, he should be allowed to participate. Has the Third Elder forgotten?" At the same time, Han Yu stepped forward and said to the Third Elder.

The words of the two made the Third Elder frown deeply. He took a deep breath and looked at Wang Chen meaningfully, "Alright, since that’s the case, you can participate. Come to the clan competition in a month!"

"Hehe, kid, see you in a month!" Seeing that Wang Chen could participate in the clan competition, Han Yu showed a sinister smile and then left, confident that he could endure for a month.

"A month, huh?" Standing in place, Wang Chen muttered to himself, looking at the departing Han Yu, a terrifying fighting spirit suddenly flaring up in his eyes.

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