At this moment, the way everyone looked at Chen Wen had completely changed.
Because Chen Wen had shattered their preconceived notions with his own solid strength.
Chen Wen ignored everyone's reactions and strode over to An Qingxue.
Perhaps noticing Chen Wen's arrival, An Qingxue struggled to raise her head.
But that movement tugged at her internal injuries again, and another thread of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
At this moment, the arrogance and disdain in An Qingxue's eyes had vanished completely, leaving behind only a trace of panic.
Yes.
With that last strike, Chen Wen had crushed all her pride.
Of course, she also knew that Chen Wen had held back.
Otherwise, she would already be dead.
"Someone like you—I could crush a hundred or so beneath one foot. Put away your arrogance."
Chen Wen spoke indifferently.
An Qingxue's lips moved, but in the end, she did not say anything.
In the end, she struggled to rise to her feet.
But the instant she turned around, her steps paused.
She took a deep breath and said softly, "Thank you."
Chen Wen naturally knew what An Qingxue was thanking him for—nothing more than his supposed restraint.
But he truly had not intended to hold back.
To him, whether An Qingxue lived or died would not stir the slightest ripple in his heart.
If he had not wanted to build ties with the An Clan, An Qingxue would have long since been dead and rotting.
Watching An Qingxue walk down from the Battle Arena, everyone could not help sighing with mixed emotions.
Chen Wen looked up at the platform and clasped his fists. "I wonder whether my proof is sufficient. If not, then Clan Chief An, please arrange for a truly strong opponent to come out."
"If there are