Just One Move

Chen Fan knew that if he did not give these people even a shred of confidence, they would not follow him out of the Eastern Wasteland.

Most importantly, he wanted Chen Jingjing and the others to stop worrying about him. Since the Dugu Clan Head had proposed a match, it would conveniently spare him much needless explanation.

And this match would not take much time.

The platform originally built for the younger generation to compete on had now become the arena for two late Soul Division Stage powerhouses. A match was ultimately just a match; it would not cause such great destruction as to affect those present. Otherwise, the two of them would truly have needed to find some deserted place.

As the two stepped onto the platform, everyone held their breath, wondering just how strong Chen Fan had become and who would emerge victorious between him and the Dugu Clan Head.

Even Bald Bird and Old Yellow Tooth, who had heard Chen Fan's bold declaration that he could fight another hundred men, could not help anticipating the outcome. Only Little Golden Monkey remained utterly calm, riding onto Bald Bird's back with the composed air of an old master, looking listless and sleepy.

Chen Jingjing and the others were also quite tense. Naturally, they hoped Chen Fan would win, yet they also felt that even defeating the Dugu Clan Head would not prove much. After all, one Dugu Clan Head could not compare to six late Soul Division Stage experts.

"Make your move." The Dugu Clan Head drew a deep breath, his expression turning grave. Clearly, he took this match seriously. He knew Chen Fan was strong, but he had also heard the truth about the battle against the Immortal Palace's master—it had not been Chen Fan who killed him.