Does injuring him count as a win?

Yang Chen had never encountered someone who dared talk to him like this, especially when he was taking things seriously!

One could only say, by speaking like this, Shangyao was courting disaster.

"Enough talk!" Shangyao snorted coldly, gently stroking his sword. "Cold Blade, today is the day to showcase your edge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shangyao moved sharply!

As Shangyao's figure flashed, Yang Chen wielded his dagger and charged towards Shangyao.

Below, Ye Xin watched the two above intently, overcome with tension.

At this moment, in Ye Xin's view, the summit of Flame Palace was illuminated by the gigantic full moon, and the two figures rushed rapidly towards the center of the moon.

Clink!

A crisp sound.

It was the sound of their weapons colliding.

The sound echoed, spreading all around.

With the sound, everyone's hearts couldn't help but tremble.

Their first clash represented the beginning of the battle at last!

At this moment, it was 9:05.

Atop Flame Palace.

The dagger in Yang Chen's hand was blocking the sharp sword in Shangyao's hand, neither side gaining ground.

Surprise flashed in Shangyao's eyes, "I didn't expect your knife to be so sturdy!"

Yang Chen sneered, "I didn't expect your sword hasn't broken!"

"Break?" Shangyao acted as if he'd heard a hilarious joke, "My Cold Blade is forged from cold iron and locked pillars, specially crafted by my sect over forty-nine days. How could it be understood by someone like you?"

Disdain gleamed in Shangyao's eyes, "Your dagger can only fend off my attacks for a while. I'm sure it won't last long before both your dagger and life break!"

"Is that so?" Yang Chen smiled coldly, "Let's wait and see!"

"Then let's go!" Shangyao shouted angrily, forcefully pushing Yang Chen away. The Cold Blade in his hand danced like lightning, swiftly targeting Yang Chen's vital points!

Yang Chen snorted coldly, the Yunlai Dagger in his hand swung quickly, interweaving with Cold Blade, emitting crisp sounds and sparks.

Their speed was so fast that those below could only see a blur and flashing sparks of cold light.

The people below watched their moves, nearly motionless.

"Fast! So fast!" Master Ye sighed.

"Indeed!" Ye Liangcai frowned tightly, squinting his eyes, "I can't even see their actions clearly!"

Ye Xin's beautiful eyes were fixed, seeing every fast clash between the two, each encounter seemed to be a brush with Death God, an extraordinary sight, especially since Yang Chen was using a dagger; as the saying goes, the shorter the weapon, the more dangerous it is. Ye Xin's heart was filled with trepidation.

On the Shangqing Sect's side.

"Oh my! What weapon is Yang Chen using? It's able to withstand Cold Blade!"

"Indeed! Our sect has very few weapons that can withstand Cold Blade!"

"Their speed is also fast, I can't see clearly, can you?"

"I can't either, they're too fast!"

"This indicates Yang Chen's strength is formidable, having such speed!"

"Impressive, to confront our senior brother at such speed is already very formidable!"

...

The crowd sighed in admiration, gaining a new understanding of Yang Chen's skills.

Shangxi, standing behind these people, weakly asked, "What do you think, could senior brother be in danger?"

Upon hearing this voice, everyone was instantly stunned and turned their heads to look at Shangxi.

Suddenly...

"Hahahahahaha!"

The crowd burst into laughter, as if hearing some delightful joke, uncontrollably laughing.

"Shangxi, is your brain going haywire? Is it waterlogged? No good anymore!"

"Dangerous? You should be saying Yang Chen is in danger!"

"Senior brother in danger? Haha! Shangxi, you really dare to guess!"

"Here! Shangxi, do you want to place a bet? I'll play one to one hundred with you. Dare you?"

Shangfei grabbed Shangxi's collar, dragging him forward, coldly saying, "Shangxi, you were brought here to help identify, not to dampen morale! If you want to leave, no one will stop you! But if you're here, don't let me hear you say anything discouraging, or you'll regret it!"

After saying this, Shangfei pushed Shangxi aside, causing him to fall.

Shangxi struggled to get up from the ground, keeping his head down, "I… understand!"

He glanced fearfully at the two figures flashing rapidly atop Flame Palace, unable to suppress his trembling heart.

He wouldn't say anything more, because he knew these people had completely mythologized Shangyao. They didn't understand Yang Chen's true strength.

Even when Yang Chen was severely injured, he could defeat him and Shangqing, demonstrating immense strength?

Having seen Yang Chen's speed atop Flame Palace, he knew this battle would be dangerous, because Yang Chen's skill was far stronger than he had imagined.

Furthermore, this group underestimated Yang Chen too much!

Having fought Yang Chen face to face, he knew Yang Chen's true strength!

Shangxi looked up at the summit of Flame Palace, eyes full of fear!

"You're strong!" After one strike, Shangyao backed away swiftly.

Yang Chen saw Shangyao's intention and retreated, staring at Shangyao.

"But if this is all you have, I can give you a chance to surrender, saving you from suffering. Just comply and follow me." Shangyao spoke coldly.

"Surrender?" Yang Chen chuckled coldly at Shangyao, "The one who should surrender is you!"

"Me?" Shangyao frowned, "Are you opting for punishment instead of cooperation?"

"If you're sure, then I won't hold back anymore!" Yang Chen said calmly.

"Hold back?" Shangyao was surprised, and then laughed heartily, "Hahahahaha!"

"A joke!" Shangyao shouted coldly, "An absolute joke! Facing me, you dare hold back!"

Shangyao felt this was an insult, a great insult to him!

Yang Chen sneered, "Aren't you?"

"Me?" Shangyao sneered, "That's because you're unworthy of my full strength! But now, you've really angered me!"

"Coincidentally, so am I!" Yang Chen's body sank slightly, ready to attack.

"Very well!" Shangyao waved a sword flower, staring at Yang Chen, "Then try this move!"

After saying so, Shangyao's figure flashed, his cold light turning into three rays, attacking Yang Chen's upper, middle, and lower positions.

Upon seeing this, a fierce gleam flashed in Yang Chen's eyes, he snorted coldly and charged.

"This is Three-Partition Sword!" Shangfei exclaimed, "Senior brother has used Three-Partition Sword, one sword into three paths, true and false, virtual and real, none in our sect can block this sword! Yang Chen is finished!"

"Victory is ours!" Shangting clenched his fist.

The others were excited too, glaring intensely, unblinking, at the top.

Swoosh!

Clink!

Whoosh!

The two exchanged blows rapidly, flashing by in an instant.

Once more they stopped, each appearing where the other had stood earlier.

Both seemed frozen, motionless.

The crowd below couldn't help but hold their breath.

Then...

Plop!

A drop of blood fell on the red roof tile, emitting a deep sound...

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