"Lu Yuan, hurry up and admit defeat!"
An anxious voice instantly reached Wang Chen's ears, reverberating with the surrounding noise against his eardrums, making his head, which had only just regained consciousness, feel as though it were about to explode.
Countless memories then surged into his mind like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam.
The next moment, Wang Chen abruptly opened his eyes.
His eyes were like the boundless universe—unfathomably deep, yet calm to the extreme!
"Lu Yuan, stop fighting! You're no match for him!"
The voice beside him grew even more anxious. "Hurry up and admit defeat! You're taking the High Martial Assessment next week!"
Yet Wang Chen turned a deaf ear, springing to his feet.
He stood once more on the fighting ring, facing the opponent before him, whose face was full of disdain and mockery.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then crooked a finger at the other party. "Again."
This provocative gesture, brimming with contempt, left all the spectators around the ring dumbstruck. For a moment, the place fell utterly silent.
"Courting death!"
Wang Chen's opponent was thoroughly enraged.
The tall, powerfully built youth roared as he charged at Wang Chen, swinging both fists viciously at his head.
The howling force of his fists carried a ferocious momentum that made quite a few people present change expression.
Too slow.
Wang Chen suddenly took a large step to the left, narrowly evading his opponent's attack, while driving a right hook into the tall youth's abdomen.
In Wang Chen's eyes, this opponent was certainly not weak, but his moves were far too rigid—or rather, clumsy.
Simply put, there were no variations, and far too many openings!
"Urgh..."
The tall youth's heavy blow missed, and his vulnerable abdomen took another punch. The force of his