But the man named Tu Fei clearly had no intention of letting the matter rest. Seeing someone actually try to mediate—and that it was someone he usually bullied—he immediately barked coldly, "Chai Tao, are you tired of living? You dare meddle in my business? Get the hell out of my sight, or I'll make you regret it."
Hearing this, Chai Tao trembled all over in fright and no longer dared to interfere. He merely signaled Yang Chen with his eyes, telling him not to casually fight Tu Fei.
Yang Chen nodded gratefully, but he did not act as Chai Tao hoped.
He could see that around the border battlefield, although members of the same sect generally stood united, there would always be special exceptions.
Moreover, without an organized military system, this place likely saw no shortage of minor internal strife even within the same squad.
If one wanted to turn things around, the only chance was to be stronger than everyone else.
"Kid, do you have the guts? If you're not a coward, step forward," Tu Fei sneered imposingly.
Yang Chen slowly took a step forward. "Heh, Yang may not be particularly capable, but I do have that much courage."
At this point, the others no longer dared to interfere. They merely thought Yang Chen was foolish.
If Yang Chen had stubbornly refused to fight, Tu Fei truly would not have dared to forcibly attack him. If he insisted on fighting Yang Chen, he could be charged with ambushing one of his own, a capital offense.
But now that Yang Chen had answered and accepted, it became a fair contest between the two. When fists and feet showed no mercy and he was beaten into serious injury, Yang Chen would likely have nowhere to seek justice.
"What an idiot." The