Although the situation on the arena seemed favorable to Ye Chen, that was not actually the case.
The current outcome had, in truth, much to do with Xu Sanshi and Wang Dong's carelessness.
But Ye Chen did not consider himself lucky, because in that brief instant, he had practically calculated every factor on the field.
This included Xu Sanshi's careless rescue, Wang Dong's personality and anger, and later, Wang Dong's worry and panic when he forcibly endured Butterfly God's Light.
Once he had accounted for all of that, this result had become inevitable.
This was precisely the most terrifying aspect of Ye Chen's current strength.
But he did not believe it was over. The real battle had only just begun.
"Not bad, you've got some skills. I never expected even I would fall for your scheme. But next, I won't hold back!" Xu Sanshi steadied himself, his gaze carrying a trace more gravity than before.
He recognized what Ye Chen had used: several of Tang Sect's Secret Arts.
Xu Sanshi had fought Bei Bei more than once and was naturally quite familiar with Tang Sect's Secret Arts. His earlier heavy loss had mainly been because he had not been prepared.
Looks like this guy isn't as weak as I thought. Then let me have some real fun with you.
Only then did he truly regard Ye Chen as an opponent.
"With that IQ of yours, isn't it perfectly normal for you to get outsmarted?"
Ye Chen sneered mockingly. He was not naïve enough to think his words would enrage Xu Sanshi. He had no particular motive—he simply wanted to make a jab.
Sure enough, once Xu Sanshi became serious, Ye Chen's mockery did not stir his emotions in the slightest.
"I'll take the lead. You harass him from the side!"