Chai Tao was regretting this to the extreme now. If he had been given a choice, he definitely would not have been so impulsive. After all, gaining a momentary verbal victory meant nothing.
When it truly came time to fight, he was no match at all. Nor could he go back on his word; if he really did, it would only end with even the Profound Dao Sect losing face. After all, many people present had heard what had been said today.
Chai Tao was riding a tiger and unable to dismount, trembling all over with rage, yet utterly powerless against the person before him. He could only resent his own weakness.
However, just then, a heavy, powerful hand landed on his shoulder.
Chai Tao froze slightly. Like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, he turned around and discovered that the one patting his shoulder was Yang Chen.
"Brother Yang..." Chai Tao looked as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.
Yang Chen slowly said, "Brother Chai, you still need to cultivate a new technique and have been quite busy lately, so it is inconvenient for you to compete. How about I handle this match instead?"
Yang Chen's words were astonishing. Zhang Fu, Ming Hao, and the others were all greatly startled, as if they had seen a ghost.
Since when had these Profound Dao Sect disciples grown such backbone? They should have avoided such matters like the plague, yet someone was actually willing to take the bullet for a companion as though he had too many battle merits?
"Hahaha, how interesting. Someone is actually foolish enough to stand up for this brat!"
"Two fools standing together."
"Birds of a feather truly flock together. I thought this kid was foolish enough, but who would