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Lin Chen leaned against the spectator stand railing, quietly watching the pretentious duo. He showed no sign of nervousness at the arrival of the Titled Douluo.

There was even a faint smile on his face.

Flender and Zhao Wuji, who had been watching his reaction from the start, could not help exchanging smiles at the sight.

It was good that he had something to rely on.

Even at a time like this, he could remain so fearless. That meant their original choice had been right, and they had saved their own lives.

Smack!

A crisp slap rang out beside everyone's ears. The Soul Douluo who had just approached the two of them was sent sprawling to the ground by a single slap from Gu Rong.

The Soul Douluo's left cheek immediately swelled, and several of his teeth were knocked out.

"Get up!"

Chen Xin shouted sharply, with no intention of letting the matter end there. He even intended to use the man as an example for Lin Chen.

The gazes of the nearby spectators were all drawn over.

But not only did the ordinary spectators have no intention of interfering, even the Great Soul Arena staff showed no sign of stepping in.

After all, that Soul Douluo had revealed his strength earlier.

Even a Soul Douluo could only obediently endure being slapped around. How could a place like the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena dare meddle in such business?

The Soul Douluo spat out the teeth in his mouth and obediently got to his feet.

Smack!

Chen Xin backhanded him, knocking him to the ground once more.

That slap caused the Soul Douluo's right cheek to swell as well, making both sides of his face look much more symmetrical.

He now looked like a puffed-up toad.

"Rongrong, how do you