C20 Lo Ding You Can't Do It Either!

"I don't need anything else, Mother. I just want you to be healthy and happy."

Yu Yuvlian glanced at Lo Chen, feeling a surge of warmth in her heart, and nodded in agreement.

"Alright."

With that, Yu Yuvlian fell silent, simply assisting Lo Chen into his seat before beginning to eat her meal.

How many years can an ordinary person hope to live?

Clearly, living beyond a century or two is quite extraordinary.

And for a beauty like Yu Yuvlian, making it past eighty years would be a miracle!

It's well-known that beauty often comes with a fragile fate, and this is no mere superstition.

Lo Chen could clearly see that Yu Yuvlian was ill. To alleviate her condition, an abundance of rare and precious resources would be required.

With a heavy heart, Lo Chen sighed and began to eat his own meal.

There's a saying, "Those who eat with gusto truly know how to live." And this mother-son duo exemplified that saying to the fullest!

The meal passed in silence, save for the initial conversation.

Once finished, Lo Chen hesitantly said to Yu Yuvlian, "Mother, please go rest. I'll take care of the dishes."

Without waiting for her consent, he gently ushered Yu Yuvlian into her room.

Lo Chen then set about tidying up the dishes with a sense of satisfaction. Afterward, he made his way to the bed and closed his eyes to meditate.

Unlike ordinary people who need sleep, cultivators like Lo Chen do not.

An hour of meditation for them is as restorative as a full night's sleep for others.

As the rooster crowed, signaling the break of dawn, Lo Chen knew it was time to start the day.

With the new light came the resolve to confront the foolhardy Lo Ding.

A chill gleamed in Lo Chen's eyes as he remembered his fourth brother's covetousness for his sacred bone.

The facade of brotherhood had been torn asunder, and Lo Chen was not the kind of man to let such transgressions slide. His creed was simple: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

A bloodthirsty grin crept onto Lo Chen's lips as he contemplated his next move.

"Mom, I'm off to the family tournament, so I'll skip breakfast!"

Noticing Yu Yuvlian was still bustling about, Lo Chen quickly spoke up before leaping out of the room.

Yu Yuvlian watched Lo Chen's hasty exit through the window with a touch of resignation and gently shook her head.

"That kid."

She muttered, a mock scowl flickering across her face.

But anyone could see that Yu Yuvlian was far from truly upset.

Lo Chen arrived at the Lo family plaza just as the competition was getting underway.

Without a moment's hesitation, he took his place.

Lo Wushuang looked as if he wanted to approach Lo Chen, but one glance at Lo Chen's half-smiling gaze sent him retreating to the patriarch's seat.

"Lo Gaang..."

Lo Wushuang caught Lo Gaang's eye and saw the wry smile on his face.

With a decisive tone, Lo Wushuang declared, "We can start now!"

At her words, Lo Gaang froze, then glanced down at the roster in his hands.

For some reason, he found himself unable to announce the first match-up!

Understanding the difficulty, Lo Wushuang's face darkened with frustration, nearly melting into despair.

"Give it here, I'll read it!"

Without waiting for Lo Gaang's reaction, she snatched the list from his hands.

"The first match for advancing to the top nine: Lo Chen versus Lo Ding!"

Lo Chen remained unfazed, as if he had anticipated this pairing, while Lo Ding was visibly shaken.

After all, Lo Chen's reputation for single-handedly battling over forty opponents was legendary within the Lo family, and few could hold a candle to him.

Not even Lo Wushuang could boast such feats at his age!

Lo Ding, his face drained of color, looked incredulously at Lo Wushuang, questioning the decision.

"Father... Father, could there be a mistake?"

Having spent considerable time with Lo Chen, Lo Wushuang had even adopted his characteristic move—raising an eyebrow.

Lo Wushuang arched an eyebrow before turning to Lo Ding and remarked, "I may be getting on in years, but I'm certainly not senile yet!"

After a brief pause, she glanced at Lo Ding again and added, "Ding'er, as the Fourth Young Master, if you believe you're outmatched by Mr. Chen, feel free to concede first."

Upon hearing this, Lo Ding abruptly lifted his head, his gaze filled with astonishment and bewilderment as he looked at Lo Wushuang.

With a determined voice, he declared, "I choose to battle!"

Lo Ding was indignant. Why should Lo Chen be the one with the Innate Holy Bone?

If he could defeat Lo Chen this time and reduce him to a cripple, surely no one would fuss over whether the Holy Bone remained with Lo Chen.

With his resolve solidified, Lo Ding looked up sharply, his eyes blazing with a torrent of fighting spirit as he faced Lo Chen.

Lo Chen, caught off guard by Lo Ding's fervor, was momentarily taken aback.

What on earth had gotten into Lo Ding?

Why did he seem... as if he'd been injected with a surge of adrenaline?

Naturally, Lo Chen kept these thoughts to himself; it wouldn't be polite to suggest someone was juiced up.

"Lo Chen, come forth!"

Lo Ding was the first to step onto the arena, wielding a three-foot-long sword that radiated a piercing cold.

"You could have chosen any discipline, yet you insist on swordplay!"

Lo Chen watched the sword in Lo Ding's grip and couldn't help but shake his head in disapproval.

Lo Ding's brow furrowed in confusion, not grasping the implication of Lo Chen's words.

His puzzled look was akin to that of a child tricked by a cunning wolf, which instantly drew a laugh from the typically stern-faced Lo Chen.

Though Lo Ding didn't understand Lo Chen's earlier comment, he clearly recognized the laughter as mockery.

Irritated, Lo Ding squinted and addressed the nearby referee, "Isn't it time we began?"

The referee, upon hearing this, instinctively glanced at Lo Wushuang and, seeing her nod, promptly announced, "Begin!"

At that command, Lo Chen's demeanor shifted dramatically, his eyes now exuding an imperious air.

"Die!"

Lo Chen launched his attack with a lethal move, clearly intent on not letting Lo Ding walk away from this fight alive.

Lo Wushuang, witnessing Lo Chen's aggressive start, found himself increasingly restless.

"Ungrateful child!"

After forcing these words through clenched teeth, he noticed that Lo Gaang had maintained a bitter smile throughout.

"Lo Gaang, which of the two young masters do you think will come out on top?"

Upon hearing the question, Lo Gaang paused briefly, then shook his head at Lo Wushuang to signal his uncertainty.

What a joke—both young masters were forces to be reckoned with!