Yang Chen's Many Methods

Zhu Hailong and Old Monster Fu were not about to be polite with each other. Old Monster Fu was not afraid of him, and he was not afraid of Old Monster Fu either. Since Old Monster Fu had given him a cold stare just now, how could Zhu Hailong possibly be courteous now?

He said coldly, "Old Monster Fu, I seem to recall hearing someone say that Yang Chen could never reach the Eighteenth Level no matter what. So what is this? Care to explain?"

Old Monster Fu's face darkened. He could not have been more depressed.

Was Yang Chen deliberately opposing him?

The moment he finished speaking, Yang Chen had cleared the Seventeenth Level.

Fine, then he had raised the condition to the Eighteenth Level. Yet Yang Chen had actually reached the Eighteenth Level.

How could this little brat from the Eastern Thirty-Six Commanderies be such a monster?

There was simply no logic to it.

No matter how many reasons he might have had, his confidence had now weakened considerably. He could only say viciously, "Hmph, Zhu Hailong, what are you so pleased about? Reaching the Eighteenth Level does not mean he can clear the Eighteenth Level. What is the point of celebrating so early?"

"I recall certain people saying just now that reaching the Eighteenth Level would be enough. They did not seem to say that Yang Chen had to clear the Eighteenth Level," Zhu Hailong said icily.

Reaching a level and clearing a level were two entirely different concepts. Zhu Hailong naturally understood that.

For him, Yang Chen reaching the Eighteenth Level was already enough.

As for clearing the Eighteenth Level? He had not thought that far ahead. Clearing the Eighteenth Level would be the standard of a top-tier genius. His current expectation for Yang Chen was