Wang Zhifan meant nothing to Yang Chen. Precisely because of that, Yang Chen did not take Wang Zhifan's provocations and mockery seriously at all.
Why should he?
Did he need to care about the provocation of an ant?
Now, it seemed that Wang Zhifan's abilities were completely disproportionate to his arrogant personality. At the very least, that much could be judged from his battle with Yin Luosha.
Ten Thousand Zhang Mountain Cliff was a starting point.
At least for a powerhouse, the hundred-zhang mark on Ten Thousand Zhang Mountain Cliff was a starting point. If one could not even reach a hundred zhang, then their strength was not worth mentioning at all.
From above, Yang Chen analyzed the situation. With his experience, he could tell at a glance.
Wang Zhifan had no chance of winning.
Their hard strength differed by far too much. Wang Zhifan's confidence might have come only from facing the Yin Luosha he had encountered last time, but Wang Zhifan had overlooked one thing.
What made him think that the Yin Luosha he had fought last time had necessarily used his full strength against him?
And what made him think that just because he had grown stronger, Yin Luosha would not have grown stronger as well?
Victory and defeat had long since been decided. Wang Zhifan simply had not realized that Yin Luosha was toying with him, waiting for the chance to land a killing blow and finish him off, leaving him not the slightest possibility of survival or rescue!
Yang Chen had no intention of warning him.
Just as Yang Chen had judged, Wang Zhifan gradually sensed that something was wrong. No matter how hard he tried or struggled against him, the strength Yin Luosha displayed never changed in the slightest from beginning to end.
"Ahhh!