Chapter Fifty-Six: Crisis

A useless dragon, gasping in astonishment, flatteringly exclaimed, “I’ll torment you to death, little by little!” Chen Long sneered, his aura surging outward as he strode toward Chen Bo, each step accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder, a sight both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

“Damn, the streamer is in real trouble now! That villain’s about to go all out!”

“Comfortably tipping the streamer 2,333 gold coins—come on, get fired up! Didn’t we agree that bros stick together? If you’re gone, what am I supposed to do?”

“Bookish Cutie tips 6,666 coins—don’t worry, dear streamer, you won’t need to follow him to the bitter end.”

“This duel is so one-sided. Why would the system give out such a mission? Are they trying to break the streamer?”

“It’s more than just breaking him! They want to utterly destroy our beloved streamer.”

“What a scary and bloodthirsty thought, but I believe our streamer will finish off that so-called Chen Long with a single stroke.”

“The situation is getting dire! Don’t give up, streamer! If you don’t want to be a loser your whole life, just cut Chen Long down!”

“Streamer, if you’re a true bro, take down Chen Long without a scratch! I’ll give you 6,666,666 likes!”

“You’re too stingy! I’ll give 666,666,623,333,333 likes!”

No matter what was said in the live chat, everyone’s words were laced with concern for Chen Bo. Regrettably, Chen Bo had no time to pay attention; Chen Long’s steps, though seemingly slow, were lightning fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was upon him.

With a shout, Chen Long lunged, trying to seize the hand with which Chen Bo held his sword. If he lost that sword, he would become nothing more than a helpless victim.

Chen Bo had no way to dodge in time; Chen Long grabbed his right wrist tightly—bad news indeed! With no time to think, Chen Bo, on a split-second impulse, stowed his sword away into the system’s storage space. The resentment that was nearly within Chen Long’s grasp vanished before his eyes, leaving him momentarily stunned.

That brief instant was all Chen Bo needed—he unleashed the Supreme Ancestor’s Long Fist, shaking off Chen Long’s grip and leaping to the edge of the arena, retrieving his sword once more.

Realizing what happened, Chen Long was livid, so furious he wished he could set the sky ablaze. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, “You worthless wretch, you even have such a precious storage pouch! Didn’t think your father would be so biased, stuffing all the good things on you! What a waste!”

This time, he held nothing back—his attack was ferocious and deadly.

“Scream and die!” Chen Long’s fist hurtled toward Chen Bo’s head like a ravenous tiger, the force so intense one could almost hear a tiger’s roar. This was the Chen Clan’s signature technique: Tiger’s Roar Fist.

There was no way to dodge. Time seemed to slow; the fist loomed larger and larger before Chen Bo’s eyes. He summoned all his strength, raising his sword to block above his head. Chen Long’s fist landed squarely on the blade, which let out a mournful wail.

But Chen Long was relentless; his fist became a claw, launching a Black Tiger’s Heart-Rend at Chen Bo. Chen Bo barely managed to twist away, but the “tiger’s claw” slashed his left ribs. A tearing sound echoed as his clothes were ripped open, and four deep gouges carved into his flesh, blood gushing and staining half his body crimson.

“Damn it!” Chen Bo cursed, swinging his sword in a wild slash that forced Chen Long back, if only for a moment.

Yet seeing Chen Long’s relaxed demeanor made Chen Bo grit his teeth in pain.

“Heh, trash will always be trash! Even armed with a powerful Yuan Artifact, you’re still worthless!” Chen Long’s eyes were fixed on the sword in Chen Bo’s hand. “Such a treasure is wasted on you. Don’t worry, after today, I’ll take good care of your precious sword!”

“Spit!” Chen Bo spat out a mouthful of blood. “Come and get it if you dare, you idiot!”

“Such bravado!”

Before Chen Bo could react, a shadow flashed before his eyes. He was sent flying, blood spewing midair—mixed with chunks of flesh and organ.

With a crash, he landed hard, another mouthful of blood bursting forth, his body utterly spent.

Chen Long charged over before Chen Bo could rise, stomping brutally on his abdomen; the force nearly ruptured his intestines.

“Hahaha! Chen Bo, a year ago you looked at me with those same eyes; now it’s my turn to look down on you!”

“Once the brightest genius of the Chen family, said to surpass even your sister, someone everyone admired. And now? Now you’re beneath my feet. With a little more force, you’ll die right here! Hahahaha!”

Chen Long’s laughter was wild and unrestrained—this was pure satisfaction.

“I knew it! As soon as Chen Long went all out, this loser Chen Bo didn’t stand a chance!”

“Haha, I’ve never liked Chen Bo. He even dared to lay a hand on my dream girl—serves him right to die!”

“I bet twenty lower-grade Yuan Stones on Chen Bo’s defeat. Looks like I’m set to win!”

“Lower-grade? Please, I wagered ten mid-grade Yuan Stones I’d been saving for years.”

Meanwhile, Bai Ge and his companions were anxious, especially Guo Ziang, who could hardly contain himself. “Why is Brother Chen being so foolish? Doesn’t he have something up his sleeve? Why isn’t he using it? If this keeps up, he’ll be dead soon!”

Bai Ge offered a bitter, pale smile. “Brother Guo, can’t you see? When Brother Chen said he had confidence and a trump card, he was just trying to spare us from worrying.”

“What an idiot!” Du Gu Yixiao couldn’t help cursing, his gaze glued to the arena as his sword slid slightly from its sheath—a sure sign to those who knew him that he was on the verge of intervening, even ready to kill.

“Don’t be reckless, Du Gu! If you act now, you’ll only get yourself and Brother Chen killed!” Bai Ge implored quickly.

If Du Gu acted, Chen Long would surely kill Chen Bo without hesitation. All they could do now was wait and hope for a miracle.

Of all those present, no one was more delighted than Guo Liu.

Seated comfortably, Guo Liu watched the arena and laughed quietly. “See that? That’s what happens when you cross me, Guo Liu! I’ve been silent too long, and every stray dog thinks it can step up. Even dared to touch the woman I desire!”

“Such people deserve to die! Pity that Chen Long lacks imagination. If it were me, I’d cripple his limbs first, then slowly torment him until he begged for mercy at my feet! Hmph!”