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Amidst the crowd, Chen Anlin watched with a detached gaze as Shen Congfeng put on airs. He glanced at the man’s head, noting that his fortune was nothing remarkable.
He had initially thought that such a pretentious person might be a child of destiny, but it turned out he was just a mere pawn. Shen Congfeng's strength was decent, comparable to his own, both at the peak of the fourth rank. It was hard to understand who had given him the courage to think he could challenge him.
To Chen Anlin's surprise, disciples from the Flower Sect had also arrived. The thought of the sect reminded him of its leader, Yang Qiuyi. Although Yang Qiuyi was of advanced age, she still possessed the grace of a young woman, radiating a unique aura. He wondered if she had come as well.
On the Flower Sect's side, the disciples were incensed to see Shen Congfeng looking down on Chen Anlin. "What’s so impressive about him? He’s just showing off. If he really faced Young Master Chen, he would definitely be scared," one of Chen Anlin's admirers remarked.
Shen Congfeng shot a glare at her. "Little girl, who taught you to be so rude? If your family didn’t teach you manners, then I shall take it upon myself to educate you."
With that, Shen Congfeng narrowed his eyes and suddenly swung his hand toward the girl.
This is bad.
The faces of the Flower Sect disciples changed dramatically; Shen Congfeng was incredibly arrogant to reprimand someone in front of everyone—he clearly had no regard for them.
Boom!!
At that moment, a powerful force intercepted Shen Congfeng's attack. The energy shielded the girl in front of her, causing Shen Congfeng to frown and step back.
"Who are you?" Shen Congfeng asked as he looked at Chen Anlin, realizing he did not recognize him. Curiosity about Chen Anlin's identity flickered in his mind.
The disciples from the Flower Sect brightened at the sight of Chen Anlin.
"It's Young Master Chen!!"
"Young Master Chen has really come!"
"He's so handsome! Oh my gosh, I can see him again!" A girl exclaimed excitedly, her legs pressed together in anticipation.
The crowd gasped in astonishment upon seeing Chen Anlin. They realized that he was even more handsome than Shen Congfeng!
This wasn’t to say that Chen Anlin had an exceptionally good appearance; rather, it was the aura he exuded after cultivating his spiritual energy that gave him an ethereal quality. He seemed like a mysterious, enlightened master, radiating a unique presence.
As everyone knew, charisma was often more important than looks. Just one glance was enough for Shen Congfeng to furrow his brows; this Chen Anlin had stolen his thunder.
"You are Chen Anlin? I have a little matter for you. Can you handle my moves?" Shen Congfeng said, retracting his offensive stance and folding his arms as he looked at Chen Anlin.
"You are Chen Anlin?" Chen Anlin asked, looking back at Shen Congfeng.
"I am," he replied coolly. "But I don’t have time to learn your name. I’m just warning you: as a disciple of the Flower Sect, I, Chen Anlin, will protect you. If there’s a next time, you’ll get a slap for your trouble." His cold gaze and chilling words sent shivers down the spines of those around them.
The crowd erupted in murmurs.
"Truly the first lackey under the Empress, what a bold statement!" someone remarked. Did he really think Shen Congfeng was just some ordinary person? How dare he speak like that!
Many people’s expressions turned excited; goosebumps rose on their skin, and their blood boiled with enthusiasm. The excitement in their eyes was undeniable.
"Young Master Chen Anlin is just as formidable as the rumors suggest!"
Shen Congfeng was momentarily taken aback, his brow furrowing deeper. This Chen Anlin showed him no respect at all.
What should he do now?
What had seemed like a simple exchange moments ago suddenly felt daunting as he sensed Chen Anlin's overwhelming strength. Facing him, Shen Congfeng found himself lacking confidence.
In that instant, anxiety gripped him; he had only spoken those words to show off. Who would have thought that Chen Anlin would appear so conveniently?
Now he was in trouble—how could he back down from this? Did it really come down to fighting? What if he couldn’t win?
His reputation as a madman was likely to be ruined in an instant.
In truth, the reason he had such a name was quite simple: he always chose to fight against ordinary weaklings. When it came to facing skilled opponents, he would do everything to avoid them.
"Shen Congfeng, right? Did you hear what the Young Master just said?" Chen Anlin spoke again. "If you’re dissatisfied, feel free to challenge me. The Young Master will fulfill your wish."
Chen Anlin maintained a calm tone, as if challenging someone was merely a trivial matter.
Crack!
Shen Congfeng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.
This Chen Anlin was still provoking him—how dare he? Although he lacked confidence in defeating Chen Anlin, as the young master of the Shen family, he had treasures at his disposal.
With that treasure in hand, did he have to fear not being able to overpower him?
"Hmph, Chen Anlin, you just arrived here, right? After such a long journey, you must be exhausted. The Young Master won’t take advantage of your weakness; let’s postpone this battle for another day," Shen Congfeng said, finding a suitable excuse.
Chen Anlin’s gaze remained indifferent as he replied, "There’s no need for the Young Master to rest. However, if you’re afraid, then forget it. No, first apologize—you must apologize to her."
He pointed at the girl he had just saved.
At this moment, Shen Congfeng's calm demeanor completely shattered.
His lips twitched violently as he frowned and said, "Do you really think I, Shen Congfeng, am easy to bully? Chen Anlin, since you want to cause me trouble, don’t blame me for being rude."
With that, Shen Congfeng took out a rope from his storage bag.
The rope was golden and over a meter long; held in his hand, it resembled a long whip.
Crack!
Shen Congfeng swung the whip fiercely; it made a cracking sound in the air. Then the whip shot straight toward Chen Anlin.
The rope seemed to extend as it flew through the air like a long snake heading straight for Chen Anlin.
"The Diamond Rope—Shen family’s secret treasure!" someone exclaimed in shock.
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