Anyone with sharp eyes could see that Yang Chen had actually shown mercy.
Otherwise, Zhang Chulong would have been far worse off than merely looking bedraggled. Even so, it was clear that the true energy throughout his body was unstable, and terror radiated from his eyes. Though he still retained the strength to fight, he was practically defeated already.
At the sight of this, the entire venue fell silent. No one knew how to describe what they had just witnessed.
Only Yang Chen looked at Zhang Chulong expressionlessly. With his hands clasped behind his back, he said, "Young Master Zhang, do you still wish to continue?"
Zhang Chulong did not answer immediately.
He swallowed hard, his expression one of fear.
No matter how clearly others had seen it, none understood Yang Chen's terror better than him, the one who had faced it firsthand. He dared guarantee that the move just now had been only a fraction of Yang Chen's methods.
Even so, before that move, every one of his own methods had turned into drifting clouds and vanished into smoke, shattered completely. Only he knew that if Yang Chen had not chosen to show mercy at the most critical moment, he would have suffered far more than this.
Though he still had other methods, when he looked into Yang Chen's confident eyes and recalled Yang Chen's power from moments ago, he completely gave up any hope of continuing the fight.
He saw it clearly. Whether he believed it or not, he had realized the gap between himself and Yang Chen. It was a gap he could not cross, neither now nor in the future.
With that in mind, Zhang Chulong gritted his teeth. "I lost. A bet was a bet, and I accept the loss. From now on, I will