C21 Lo Ding Was about to be Beaten to Death
Lo Ding and Lo Chen exchanged glances, each detecting the complex emotions swirling in the other's gaze.
Lo Ding was consumed by greed, coveting the sacred bone within Lo Chen's body!
And Lo Chen?
His resolve was set on severing Lo Ding's ambitions!
"Mr. Lo Chen, today at the family competition, we'll be pitted against each other. I do hope you'll go easy on me," Lo Ding said.
Lo Gaang gave Lo Ding a speechless look, his eyes betraying a sense of resignation.
Seriously? You're blatantly targeting him, practically painting a bullseye on his back, and now you expect mercy?
What a joke!
Lo Chen responded to Lo Ding's words with a cold sneer, then whispered, "Fourth Young Master, I'm well aware of your intentions."
Lo Ding's eyes widened in shock upon hearing this, his gaze filled with disbelief as he stared at Lo Chen.
He even wondered if Lo Chen was bluffing.
"Mr. Chen, what nonsense are you spouting?" Lo Ding asked, his eyes narrowing, a flicker of anger within them.
"Fourth Young Master, you of all people should know whether I'm speaking nonsense," Lo Chen retorted.
With that, they slowly parted ways, a hint of wariness creeping into Lo Ding's eyes.
"Mr. Chen, since you're in the know, why not alleviate some of your elder brother's worries?"
Lo Chen arched an eyebrow at this, a trace of scorn flashing across his eyes.
He had encountered the shameless before, but this was a new level of audacity!
Want his sacred bone?
Fine!
Lo Chen subscribed to one principle alone: the law of the jungle.
It's survival of the fittest, the strong devour the weak!
Meaning, unless Lo Ding could defeat him and extract the sacred bone himself, he'd have to suffer in silence!
Besides, they were in a world of cultivators, not a charity organization. Even charities didn't operate like this.
"Die!"
Lo Chen's roar echoed, and even Lo Wushuang, seated on the high platform, grew restless. He stood up abruptly, ready to confront whatever extraordinary situation was unfolding.
"Lo Chen, don't think you're the only one who can be this powerful!"
With that, Lo Ding pulled a small vial from his pocket and, in front of everyone, swallowed a blood-red pill.
"So what if I do?"
Lo Chen, with his system and supreme vision, could clearly see that Lo Ding's aura grew stronger after ingesting the pill.
He narrowed his eyes and caught Lo Ding's derisive sneer directed at him.
"You're clueless, aren't you? This pill I got yesterday can boost my strength tenfold!"
Lo Chen remained silent, well aware that such a potent pill would undoubtedly carry severe side effects.
He had never even heard of a pill that could increase someone's strength tenfold. Of course, that might be because his original self was considered a fool.
"You think you're worthy?"
Lo Chen sneered, his brows knitting together like swords, causing the very air around them to seem to split.
The crowd gasped, astonished that the world itself seemed to protest Lo Chen's frown.
"Smoke and mirrors!"
Lo Ding, oblivious to the true situation, scoffed in contempt for Lo Chen.
But Lo Chen was not someone to be trifled with by a junior like Lo Ding.
As Lo Ding's three-foot sword swung towards him, Lo Chen relaxed his brows and seized the blade with an iron grip.
"Meet your end!"
After a thunderous cry, Lo Ding abandoned his sword and switched to using his fists against Lo Chen.
Lo Chen let out a soft laugh and released the sword, which clattered to the ground.
While it didn't surprise the onlookers, it did irk Lo Chen. "To discard your sword so carelessly, you no longer deserve to wield it!"
The sword on the ground seemed to resonate with his words, vibrating with a hum.
"I don't deserve it? Perhaps you think you do?"
Lo Chen remained silent, simply watching Lo Ding's oncoming fist with calm scrutiny.
As Lo Ding was convinced he was about to land a blow, the corner of Lo Chen's mouth curled into a scornful smile.
Witnessing this, Lo Ding suddenly sensed trouble. He tried to retreat, but his punch had already been thrown.
If it were to be taken back by force, it wouldn't be so simple!
"Ah!"
A thunderous roar erupted as Lo Ding refused to retreat even half a step; instead, he threw a punch directly at Lo Chen.
"Die!"
Lo Chen ignored the murderous glint in Lo Ding's eyes, nimbly sidestepping, and the energy from his body effortlessly scattered the force of the punch.
It was a first for everyone in the Lo family to witness such an event, not just Lo Ding.
"You've lost."
Lo Chen spoke with serene conviction, pointing his finger, which seemed to carry the devastating power of the heavens and earth.
The pressure bearing down on Lo Ding was so intense it stirred in him an impulse to kneel.
"Kneel!"
Lo Chen's command rang out with icy authority, as if a deity had descended, demanding a mortal to prostrate before him.
Even Lo Wushuang felt an urge to kneel and offer reverence, and how much more so for the lesser Lo Ding!
With a heavy thud, Lo Ding fell to his knees, his eyes glistening with tears.
Lo Chen was momentarily taken aback. Lo Ding was actually crying!
Indeed, Lo Ding was in tears, crying like a child.
But Lo Chen's astonishment quickly faded, for he realized that his pointed finger had shattered Lo Ding's spiritual resolve.
It was clear that Lo Ding would never surpass Lo Chen in his lifetime.
Lo Ding had truly lost, and it was an utter defeat. No family would invest their resources in someone who had become useless.
Even if the family head was inclined to do so, the council of elders would never consent.
Such was the harsh reality of the family, but it was precisely this ruthlessness that prevented their downfall in a world ruled by the survival of the fittest.
"Victor of the first arena, Lo Chen!"
Lo Gaang observed Lo Ding's pitiful state and shook his head slightly, as if lamenting his downfall.
Lo Wushuang returned to her seat, her eyes still flickering with astonishment.
"Patriarch, the Fourth Young Master's spiritual core... has been shattered!"
Upon hearing this, Lo Wushuang showed no sign of surprise. Instead, once she regained her composure, she stated icily, "He got what he deserved!"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Lo Ding's mother charged onto the stage, her eyes seething with enmity as she glared at Lo Chen.
"You're courting death, you bastard!"
Lo Ding's mother possessed the cultivation level of the Spirit Condensation Stage!
Lo Chen glanced at Lo Ding's mother with a hint of surprise, yet there was no sign of concern in his eyes.
It was well known that the area below was not only occupied by Lo Wushuang and others, but also by the elders tasked with guarding the stage!
The elder, upon witnessing Lo Ding's mother's action, his expression quickly turned grim.
"Harlot!"
This harsh rebuke offered no respect to Lo Ding's mother, carrying an undertone of warning.
