No one had expected Zhou Chen to make such a bold declaration. Everyone watching froze.
An expression of disbelief appeared on Liu Ao's face. The next moment, a nearly contorted look of venom erupted across his high-cheekboned face. "You brat, what do you mean?!"
Zhou Chen looked at him, a faint sneer curling his lips. "What? Didn't understand? My meaning is simple. You aren't good enough."
As he spoke slowly, an invisible, murky aura seemed to rise from his radiant skin, like currents of gold and red quietly spreading over his body.
He was steadily raising his aura.
Although Liu Ao and Ba Yong were only at second-rank Perfection, their attacks already possessed the strength of Third-Rank Martial Artists at Minor Accomplishment.
Zhou Chen wanted to try driving back everyone before him without using the Crimson Baleful Transformation. While exploring the limits of his Crimson Baleful Transformation, he also wanted to explore the limits of his own strength.
Hiss!
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
In their eyes, Liu Ao alone was already a mountain nearly impossible to scale. Add Ba Yong to that... they dared not imagine it. They simply dared not.
"Junior Brother, you..."
Both Lian Taoze and Zhao Tianhong beside him had deep shock in their eyes.
Neither had ever expected Zhou Chen to suddenly say something like that.
Looking at Zhou Chen standing on the platform, they felt dazed for a moment. Was this still the obscure Junior Brother Zhou they remembered?
Ding Bing tightened her grip on the corner of her skirt, her slender knuckles already turning white. She looked at Zhao Tianhong and Lian Taoze. Their expressions told her that Zhou Chen's performance had clearly exceeded their expectations as well.
"Just who are you?"
Ding Bing watched Zhou Chen, blinking hard.
"Good.