Elder Duanmu Himself Would Argue the Classics for You

"Ah..."

"Pfft!"

A scream rang out as Han Chen's figure shot off the arena, blood spraying from his mouth and splattering across the sky.

"He lost!?"

"Han Chen actually lost?"

"My heavens, Qi Xiu, that honest merchant, quietly went and took down Crane Cry City's number one prodigy! From now on, he's taking his place as Crane Cry City's number one prodigy!"

"Don't say that too soon. There's still Yun Ling'er, and she's no weaker than Han Chen."

"With Qi Xiu crushing Han Chen so effortlessly, what's Yun Ling'er even supposed to be?"

The crowd clamored noisily. Today's match had been far too explosive.

Han Chen, who had long held the title of Crane Cry City's number one prodigy, had been knocked from his throne by a dark horse. This was huge news.

After falling off the arena, Han Chen was disheveled, his hair hanging loose.

His tall, handsome frame curled up as he clutched his chest, his face full of disbelief.

He had actually lost—and lost so completely.

He had barely been able to fight back. None of his attacks had gotten through. It was like a monkey dancing in front of a tiger.

Han Chen's face burned. He didn't dare raise his head to meet anyone's eyes until a group of Han family brothers helped him back to the Han family's viewing seats.

As soon as he sat down, Han Chen looked toward where Yun Ling'er was sitting.

But Yun Ling'er wasn't looking at him.

Whenever he won in the past, Yun Ling'er would look his way, her gaze filled with complicated emotions.

Now she wasn't even looking at him.

What bothered Han Chen most was that a young man had appeared beside Yun Ling'er—the same man who had seemed quite close to her before.

The man was