Gauntlet Battle

Zou Liu stood in righteous dignity before Chen Sanliang, speaking with impassioned fervor, his voice brimming with tragic resolve. "No one shall wreak havoc across our Divine Continent! You beasts can forget it!"

Zou Liu debated the Dao with Chen Sanliang and was defeated after the time it took an incense stick to burn. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he followed in the footsteps of the previous two.

Looking at Zou Liu collapsed on the ground, Chen Sanliang let out a faint sigh. "If you want to defend the Divine Continent, having a sharp tongue alone is useless. You need genuine ability. Your real skills are nothing special, yet the slogans from your mouth ring loud enough. Surely you are one of those fame-seeking fools who came looking to use me to win an empty reputation. Truly contemptible."

Chen Sanliang killed with words that pierced the heart. Even after winning, he did not forget to mock his opponent. "It seems there is no one left in the South of the River Lands. They actually sent a good-for-nothing like you to step forward. Truly, the hearts of men have gone downhill with the times."

"You..." Zou Liu trembled with fury at those words, his eyes rolling white. The next moment, he was cursed into a dead faint.

Hidden in the shadows, Zhang Chen could not help shaking his head at the sight. "Chen Sanliang really does hate the scholars of the Divine Continent to the bone. But that mouth of his is far too venomous."

As Zhang Chen pondered this, someone stepped out of the crowd in righteous indignation and shouted, "Chen Sanliang, do not be so arrogant! You may have talent, but you have no virtue. What right do you have to bark so fiercely upon our Divine Continent?