Liu Chen's face immediately darkened. He fixed his gaze tightly on Qing Lin before him. "You little brat, I refuse to accept this match! If you've got the guts, fight me again! You must have used some trick just now to make me appear below the arena for no reason!"
After saying that, Liu Chen headed straight toward the arena. Just as he was about to step onto it, a terrifying pressure slammed him to the ground, accompanied by a resounding voice.
"Liu Chen, are you planning to disregard the rules of the competition in front of everyone? We elders and the Vice Principal are still here. Get the hell down!" In the seats at the center of the square, an old man rose to his feet with an angry expression. Looking at the bloated young man below, he spoke coldly.
Liu Chen mobilized all the Dou Qi in his body to resist the terrifying pressure, but it was completely useless. His Dou Qi collapsed at once, and his body was mercilessly crushed against the ground. Even the floor could not withstand the immense pressure, releasing a thunderous rumble. Cracks spread outward from beneath him, while shattered stones flew and dust billowed into the air.
The flesh on Liu Chen's face twisted from extreme terror. None of his earlier arrogance remained as he hurriedly begged, "Elder, spare me! I... I admit that I lost this match."
"Hmph. Get out of here already!"
The elder shot him a glance, flicked his sleeve, then sat back down in his chair, no longer paying attention to the wretched fellow.
At that moment, Hu Gan beside him laughed. "That got you this angry? Come on, old fellow. That guy may indeed be useless trash, but at your age, your temper is still so easily