Heard You Wanted to Challenge Me?

Fu Qingqing had dreamed of taking revenge on Yang Chen. She wanted to use reality to tell him that before her, he was nothing more than a clown leaping about on a beam. To that end, she had even gone so far as to seduce Yuan Yong. She believed that although Yuan Yong was not the most outstanding genius, he was still far beyond anything Yang Chen could compare to.

Whenever she thought of Yang Chen, she subconsciously saw him as a genius from some remote backwater. That was no genius at all. His defeat of her was a humiliation—one she had to wash away with blood.

Yet failure after failure, lesson after lesson, suddenly made her realize just how foolish her actions toward Yang Chen had been.

Was Yang Chen truly trash?

Could Yang Chen really be denied solely because of the four words "remote region"?

Fu Qingqing felt her face burn painfully. She was both ashamed beyond measure and filled with bitter resentment.

The same went for those who had just been speaking in sarcastic, sneering tones and making cutting remarks from the sidelines. Though no one said anything, there was no doubt that their faces were burning hot. Yang Chen's defeat of Yuan Yong was no different from slapping them across the face.

Yang Chen had proven that geniuses could emerge even from remote regions.

And this genius had defeated Yuan Yong, defeated a genius of the Imperial Dao Sect.

Who would still dare call Yang Chen trash?

"It seems some geniuses have emerged from the Eastern Thirty-Six Commanderies this time."

"Ahem, this Yang Chen is not bad. Not bad at all!"

"Defeating a True Martial Realm second level genius as a Half-step True Martial Realm martial artist—he is far more than merely not bad, hehe!"

Everyone