He lost!
Even He Liancheng had lost, and in exactly the same way as everyone else.
Unfathomable. Terrifying!
That was how they saw Chen Changan now.
He Liancheng stood there, dazed. He had suspected he might not be Chen Changan's match, but he had never imagined losing so utterly.
He glanced at Chen Changan on the platform and gave a helpless, bitter smile. Then he turned and stepped down, though he did not leave.
"Are... are you all right?" the Eldest Young Lady asked, looking at him with concern.
"I'm fine. Better than fine."
Better than fine?
The Eldest Young Lady studied him, puzzled, and found that he really did seem well.
He even seemed relieved.
"These past few years have worn me out."
"Now that I've lost, I actually feel much lighter."
"Perhaps I needed a crushing defeat like this to give me a stronger drive again," He Liancheng said with a smile.
"Shouldn't you... hate him?"
"He humiliated you so badly." The Eldest Young Lady frowned.
"Hate him?"
"I wouldn't go that far. As for the humiliation, I simply wasn't strong enough."
"But I will settle today's score."
"And I'll do it with my own strength."
"I'll make myself stronger. I swear it."
As He Liancheng watched Chen Changan on the platform, he felt the fighting spirit and drive he had long since lost surge to a peak.
There was no anger or resentment in his gaze as he looked at Chen Changan. Only excitement.
With He Liancheng defeated, everyone knew that no one in the Tier-Five Battle Realm could stop Chen Changan.
His Hundred-Win Streak was a foregone conclusion.
"War Emperor, there's no need to keep fighting."
"You've completed your Hundred-Win Streak."
With He Liancheng beaten, no one else had the nerve—or the courage—to step onto the