What kind of bullshit closed-door cultivation was that? Luo Heng clearly just did not have the guts to go.
He did not know that his guess was already right nine times out of ten. When Luo Heng had heard that he was to head to the battlefield to support the Western Forty-Two Commanderies, where his life might be in danger, he had immediately used closed-door cultivation as an excuse to refuse.
What a joke. What the hell did the fate of the Western Forty-Two Commanderies have to do with him? How could he possibly risk his life on the front lines?
Now that he had seen what kind of person Luo Heng was, Yang Chen could not be bothered to say anything more to him. He said bluntly, "In that case, there is nothing more for us to discuss. Luo Heng, deep down, what you are really thinking is that as long as you defeat me, you will leap directly from sixth place to second, isn't it?"
Luo Heng's eyes widened. He did not know why Yang Chen knew what he was thinking, and for a moment, he was struck speechless. After a while, he simply stopped hiding it and said crisply, "Hmph, I do want to see just how much weight your second-place ranking carries."
"Then why are you still talking so much nonsense? I'm standing right here. Why don't you just challenge me?" Yang Chen said slowly.
The moment those words fell, everyone nearby was dumbfounded.
They had thought Luo Heng was provocative enough, but who would have expected Yang Chen to be even more arrogant? With one sentence, he had practically said: come challenge me.
Those words truly matched the dominance Yang Chen should have as the second-ranked disciple.
Elder Fu and the others panicked at once,