Yan's Provocation, Lu Yuan's Temper

"Are you Lu Yuan? You don't look like much," Yan said indifferently as he looked at Lu Yuan across the arena.

"Heh, no matter how unimpressive I am, I'm still far better than trash like you." Seeing the hostility in Yan's eyes, Lu Yuan immediately understood that Hu Liena must have done something to stir Yan's jealousy, making him want to teach Lu Yuan a proper lesson in the arena.

Since Yan had such thoughts, Lu Yuan naturally had no reason to treat him kindly. Besides, with someone constantly eyeing his girlfriend, Lu Yuan had honestly wanted to beat him up for a long time.

His girlfriend—was Yan really worthy of harboring thoughts about her?

And he even dared show hostility toward him. He really was tired of living. Lu Yuan did not care whether Yan was part of the Golden Generation or not. With that little talent of his, Yan had never been worth Lu Yuan's notice.

Even Tang San, the Child of Destiny, got beaten whenever Lu Yuan felt like it, much less a Yan.

"Anyone can talk big, but it depends on how capable you really are. I'll let Nana know that you're not worthy of her. Only I am worthy of her." Flames burned in Yan's eyes as he spoke in a low voice.

"Is Nana something you can call her?" Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes upon hearing Yan's words. It would have been one thing if Xie Yue or Bibi Dong called Hu Liena Nana; one was her brother, and the other was her teacher.

But who the hell was Yan? What gave him the right to call her so intimately?

"I called her that. What can you do about it?" Yan said coldly.

"Heh, what can I do? This is the first time anyone