The Victor, The Ox-Headed Chen

The military drill ground had turned into a colossal crater!

The sound of heavy panting echoed throughout.

In the center of the pit, An Yi and Lin Chen were both covered in dust and grime.

An Yi's heavy sword had been knocked away, firmly embedded in the ground some distance off!

Lin Chen's twin canes had long since slipped from his grasp, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

The might of the Dragon's Descent!

Utterly overwhelming!

An Yi's own body had endured such a powerful rebound force that his bones had fractured, let alone Lin Chen who had taken the brunt of it head-on.

Three layers of defense!

The air wall was shattered almost instantly!

The shield condensed from wind spiritual power offset most of the force!

Finally, it was Lin Chen's Vajra Art that stubbornly withstood the killing power of the Dragon's Descent.

Therefore, the injuries he suffered were actually lighter than An Yi's.

"Stone-face, when did you learn the Vajra Art?"

An Yi asked between great gasps for air, raising an eyebrow.

"I just picked it up gradually," Lin Chen replied flatly.

Back in the days at Lantuo Temple, he, along with A'Long and A'Hu, had been learning the Vajra Art from Jienan.

But because he couldn't condense internal energy, he never grasped the essentials.

Later, after mastering internal energy, the Vajra Art became second nature to him. His cultivation progressed smoothly, all the way to the Great Completion stage!

Outside the arena, the members of the Heavenly Palace watched the two, their eyes now showing a hint of reverence.

The strong are respected!

This had always been an immutable truth in the immortal sects.

A flicker of delight appeared in Murong Qinghong's eyes.

Both men had reached a state of exhaustion!

But superficially, An Yi's injuries seemed somewhat more severe than Lin Chen's.

If he could maintain this slight advantage, Lin Chen might just win against that Minotaur!

"Shall we continue?" An Yi asked with a grin.

Just now, he actually could have used his Qi Shield to become immune for a second, negating the rebound impact from clashing the Dragon's Descent against the Vajra Art.

But he hadn't used it!

Because Lin Chen had also held back; An Yi's Air Control Technique couldn't bind Lin Chen at all.

He clearly could have broken free and dodged the attack, yet he chose to confront the might of the Dragon's Descent head-on.

Lin Chen gave a bitter smile.

Now, he seemed to hold a slight advantage, but if they kept fighting, neither would gain the upper hand.

He possessed the jade pendant, so his spiritual power was virtually inexhaustible, but his body couldn't take much more.

And that guy An Yi seemed to have some kind of "health lock" hack, his regenerative ability terrifyingly strong. His current injuries were probably already healed.

Overall, in a battle of attrition, An Yi would still come out on top.

Both of them still had trump cards, but those were absolutely not suitable to reveal here.

"You win," Lin Chen said slowly.

His cool voice wasn't loud, but it plunged the entire Heavenly Palace into silence.

The whole audience was shocked, as if they had misheard, expressions of astonishment on their faces.

"Why?!"

Murong Qinghong even shot up from her seat, her beautiful features contorted with fury.

Lin Chen, who seemed to have the upper hand, had actually conceded defeat!

Xu Kang, sitting beside her, however, had glimpsed the underlying reason.

"Palace Master," he said leisurely, "look at Lin Chen's hand."

At that moment, Lin Chen's arm was still trembling, dripping with blood.

On the other side, the Minotaur, who should have been more severely injured, was already fully healed. Like nothing had happened, he waved his powerful arms and let out a loud roar.

Mi Huan shook his head with a sigh. "Truly an spectacular battle."

The green-robed scholar Wang Jiudong beside him also nodded repeatedly. "I never imagined the Minotaur's regenerative ability to be so formidable! He's practically a monster."

Xing Yunhai also showed a trace of gravity, his gaze turning to Lin Chen.

If that Minotaur became Palace Master Murong Qinghong's husband, then he, Xing Yunhai, must find a way to recruit Lin Chen!

At this moment, Yin Zheng said thoughtfully, "Second Young Master, this Minotaur Chen reminds me of someone."

"Is what you're thinking of, that bastard who shaved my hair that night?" Xing Yunhai asked coolly, his tone icy.

That one sword stroke had forced him to wear a wig for many days, and it seemed he'd have to keep wearing it.

Yin Zheng nodded.

The battle at the brothel was absolutely the shame of his life.

As one of the Heavenly Palace's Four Guardians, he was actually defeated by a masked young man!

When he saw that Minotaur use that elusive sword technique, he faintly felt a sense of familiarity.

Back then, that masked fellow also executed a horizontal slash, but it struck his armor, which saved his life.

"However, the physique seems somewhat off," Xing Yunhai said slowly.

The Minotaur was two and a half meters tall, while that masked kid was only one meter eighty. The face beneath that demon mask couldn't possibly be a bull's head.

"ROAR! I won!"

An Yi raised his hands, repeatedly pounding his chest, letting out an earth-shaking roar.

The martial artists of the Heavenly Palace were also stirred up by the emotion.

"Minotaur Chen!"

"Minotaur Chen!"

"Minotaur Chen!"

Lin Chen, who should have left the arena, heard the overwhelming chant and his face darkened.

He even felt like going back to fight that arrogant bastard again!

The deafening cheers sounded to him exactly like curses!

In the immortal sects, the strong had always been revered.

Although An Yi looked like a Minotaur, he had completely conquered the Heavenly Palace martial artists with his formidable strength, winning their respect.

"Woman! I'm your man now!"

An Yi shouted joyfully towards Murong Qinghong.

Murong Qinghong's eyes were icy, her chest heaving violently with anger.

The mere thought of this ugly Minotaur becoming her man filled her with an indescribable sense of stifling rage and extreme grievance.

"Hmph!"

Murong Qinghong rose angrily and left directly.

"Boss, you're amazing! That battle was simply earth-shattering and moved the heavens to tears!"

Before An Yi could even leave the field, Han Liang's flattery had already arrived.

Gu Changfeng and the others also wore expressions of awe.

They knew An Yi was strong.

But honestly, they hadn't expected him to be this strong!

Via of the Ghost Hand clan was greatly shocked witnessing this.

He had actually once foolishly thought of fighting An Yi. Now it seemed like a pipe dream.

An Yi grinned smugly, whispering, "Next, proceed according to plan!"

Gu Changfeng and the others looked solemn and nodded slightly.

"Bastard! Damn bastard!"

"Detestable Minotaur! Why don't you just die!"

Elegant rooms echoed with furious screams.

The water spiritual power around Murong Qinghong vibrated violently, reducing the surroundings to a shambles.

Shangguan Qianqian stood quietly there, not saying a word.

A teacup shattered, a sharp porcelain shard grazing her arm, leaving a fine cut.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, then returned to normal.

"Sister Qianqian, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Seeing this, Nannan carefully wiped the wound with a cloth.

Shangguan Qianqian's gaze remained vacant.

Because she still had to maintain the pretense of being controlled.

"Master, Master, please don't be angry..."

After hesitating for a long time, Nannan mustered her courage, tiptoed over timidly, and said in a weak voice.

Murong Qinghong's eyes turned cold. "Get out!"

Seemingly frightened, Nannan shrank her neck. But a four or five-year-old child doesn't understand adult affairs.

She mustered her courage, her hand trembling as she reached out, offering two flowers. "Master, th-these flowers, I just picked them... your favorites... please don't be angry..."

"It's all because of you!"

Murong Qinghong erupted in rage.

With a wave of her hand, a water arrow shot forth.

Immediately, her expression changed drastically, but it was too late.

At that moment, Shangguan Qianqian had already moved, intercepting and placing herself in front of Nannan, blocking the water arrow.

Murong Qinghong's expression faltered slightly, her cold eyes fixed on Shangguan Qianqian: "You are not under control!"