Chapter Fifty-Eight: Chen Long, Dead!

Chen Bo’s god-like counterattack left everyone stunned, mouths agape so wide you could fit a goose egg inside. That might be a slight exaggeration—perhaps a duck egg would suffice.

“What just happened? What was that? I feel dazed. What’s going on?”

“My heavens, my heavens, my heavens! I can hardly believe it. Did I not wake up properly today? Pinch me—ouch, damn it! You idiot, you really pinched me!”

“You fool, you told me to pinch you! Hurts, doesn’t it? Are we dreaming? Honestly, I’m a bit confused myself. Why did you pinch me? Didn’t you know it would hurt?”

“Chen Bo actually pulled off a reversal! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Is there any justice left in this world, or did we simply open it the wrong way today?”

“Damn, I see it now! Chen Bo isn’t a useless nobody at all. He’s been pretending all along, just waiting for this killer move!” Someone sharp-eyed immediately spotted the flaw in the previous assumptions.

“How can that be? Isn’t he supposed to be a cripple with no cultivation? Didn’t his meridians shatter? How is this possible?” Another shouted in disbelief.

“I understand now! Chen Bo has been hiding his strength all along, waiting for this moment to shine and soar skyward! Such deep scheming—Chen Bo may be young, but he’s certainly not simple. Guo Liu’s spoiled son has finally provoked the wrong person.”

Seeing Chen Bo turn the tables, those who originally supported Chen Long now instantly switched sides to support Chen Bo, completely unconcerned by the scornful looks of others. Their shamelessness was on par with Chen Bo’s.

If Chen Bo had heard their words, he would surely pat their shoulders, then slap them straight into the wall. Calling him scheming? Isn’t that just another way of saying he’s a manipulative bastard? Not giving such people a beating would truly be a waste.

Not far from the arena, Bai Ge shed his usual refined demeanor. After a period of shock, he nearly jumped up with joy, laughing loudly, “Brother Chen truly had a trump card! Hahaha, now things are looking up!”

“Hahaha! I, Old Guo, knew my new brother was born under a lucky star. How could he possibly die so easily at the hands of an unknown nobody? Bai, didn’t you say Brother Chen was just bluffing us?” Guo Zi’ang said.

“Ah, well, that’s awkward!” Bai Ge pretended nothing had happened, waved his hand, and secretly sighed in relief for Chen Bo.

“Very good!” Even Du Gu Yixiao, that perennial iceberg, actually smiled! And his smile was handsomer than Bai Ge’s. All the girls around instantly ignored Chen Bo’s heroic display in the arena and turned their gaze to Du Gu Yixiao.

On Guo Liu’s side, the teacup in his hand had fallen to the ground, though he seemed not to notice. He muttered, “How is this possible? He’s just a useless waste. It’s impossible, absolutely impossible.”

He had never imagined Chen Bo could stage such a comeback. Looking at the jubilant Guo Zi’ang and then at the battered Chen Bo in the arena, his eyes brimmed with murderous intent.

“This time, I’ll let you go! Chen Bo, you’d better not leave Tianyang Academy, or I’ll make you beg for life and beg for death! Let’s go!” With a flourish of his sleeve, he turned and departed.

Chen Yue, already Guo Liu’s follower, seemed worried for Chen Long and had just begun to say “But—” before her brother Chen Yizhang pulled her back and shook his head. Everyone abandoned Chen Long to his fate.

“Tsk tsk, the fools from Yan Town really put on a show today! Amusing, amusing, hahaha!” The speaker was Ding Kuan from Ding Family Town.

Their faction, always at odds with Yan Town, delighted in seeing their rivals turn on each other. Now that the infighting had escalated to outright bloodshed, the entertainment value only increased—they’d even prepared a whole sack of sunflower seeds.

“With this bunch from Yan Town, it’s only a matter of time before they become our Ding Family Town’s vassals!” one Ding Family disciple said.

“Can’t argue with that—today’s performance was truly spectacular!” Ding Kuan gloated, then, gazing at Chen Bo in the arena, suddenly said in a low voice, “Keep an eye on this Chen Bo. I sense he’s very dangerous. If we get the chance in the future, best eliminate him to avoid future trouble!”

In the distance, Yu Shifei and her companions witnessed this astounding reversal. Yu Shifei, who had been hoping for Chen Bo’s swift demise, was now too shocked for words.

“Haha, I told you! That Chen family boy is anything but ordinary. He’s got plenty of secrets. That move just now—it looked like some kind of secret art, able to instantly boost his power,” the Headmaster chuckled.

“Of course, that’s not the most important thing. The most important thing is, I set up a wager just now and bet heavily on the Chen family boy. Hahaha! We’ve made a fortune! The academy finally has a nice windfall!”

Yu Shifei was speechless. “Yu Chenling, aren’t you hundreds of years old? Why are you still acting like a child? Don’t you realize how devious you look when you laugh? If you aren’t embarrassed, I am for you.”

“Hey, is that a way to talk to your own father?” Yu Chenling, the headmaster of Tianyang Academy, looked at Yu Shifei in disapproval.

Yu Chenling—what a grand-sounding name! Too bad it’s wasted on such a sly, conniving old man.

“My disciple, I never expected your insight to be so sharp this time, seeing the outcome of this duel at a glance. Not bad, not bad! But of course, the real credit goes to your master here!” Yu Shifei said with satisfaction.

Such shameless words instantly made Yu Xin’er think of the equally shameless Chen Bo.

In the arena, Chen Bo was nearly spent, on the verge of collapse. Yet he stubbornly held on, gripping his sword and advancing step by step. His pace was slow, but unyielding.

The sword was drenched in blood, some his own, some his enemy’s.

“Chen Long, ever since the day you tried to kill me, you should have known this would be your fate,” Chen Bo said, expressionless.

“Huff, huff, huff—Chen Bo, if you have the guts, just kill me! If you do, my father will never let you go! And you’ve offended the powers of Tianyang—you’ll soon join me in hell!”

“That day will never come.” With those words, Chen Bo summoned his last strength and slashed with his sword. In an instant, a head soared into the air, and Chen Bo collapsed, unconscious.

The first great wave had ended. Exhausted, seeking comfort from a vote of recommendation, a gentle pat.