Nangong Fuchen's expression abruptly turned grim.
Earlier, in front of so many people, he had declared that if Chen Wen wanted to fight him, Chen Wen would first have to get past Wang Mang.
Yet in the end, Wang Mang had not even lasted three moves against Chen Wen.
And now, before everyone's eyes, Chen Wen pointed a finger like a sword straight at his face and told him to get down there and die.
This was sheer, outrageous arrogance.
Nangong Zheng, seated beside Nangong Fuchen, also darkened slightly.
Only then did he speak. "Are you confident?"
Nangong Fuchen said coldly, "He'll do nicely as the whetstone for my inheritance."
"Very good."
Nangong Zheng said coldly, "I want you to suppress him with absolute power."
"I want everyone in the world to see that the disciples of our Nangong Clan are not people just anyone can provoke."
"Fine."
Nangong Fuchen replied indifferently.
"Go."
Nangong Zheng said.
Only then did Nangong Fuchen slowly rise to his feet.
He was accepting the challenge.
At the sight of this, everyone held their breath again.
Nangong Fuchen said leisurely, "kid, you could have lived a little longer, but you did not cherish the chance."
"Very well. This time, before everyone in the world, I will cut you down upon the Battle Arena."
Chen Wen raised a brow. "But I just promised Brother Wang that I'd send you down to keep him company."
"So it would be better if you died here instead."
Nangong Fuchen's face turned cold, but he said nothing further. He lifted a foot and walked down toward the Battle Arena.
Wang Tianfeng stared fixedly at the scene, Killing Intent brewing in his eyes.
With Nangong Fuchen taking action, he did not summon the people below to intervene again.
But that was