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Chapter 467 - 463: Battle of the Top Three

Chapter 467: Chapter 463: Battle of the Top Three

Jiang Hanlin’s complexion changed as he struggled to stand up and said, "You... what do you want to do? Ling Chen, this is Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion’s territory. If you dare to kill at will, Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion won’t let you off easily."

Ling Chen sneered and said, "Now you think to use Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion as a shield? When you plotted to kill me, why didn’t you think of this? Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. A person like you is not worth dirtying my hands."

Hearing this, Jiang Hanlin’s tense face slightly relaxed.

"However... your life might be spared, but a little punishment is unavoidable."

One minute later.

Ling Chen clapped his hands, looking at the unconscious Jiang Hanlin and the brothers Qiu Wen and Qiu Wu, his lips curling into a smile, then turned to Xiao Wan and said, "If you’re smart, you’ll know what to say. Also, it’s best if I never see you again."

After finishing his words, Ling Chen turned around, leaving behind Xiao Wan with a pale face, still in shock, and walked out of the room.

Although he spared Jiang Hanlin’s life, Ling Chen had disabled their arms and legs, shattering all their bones—they would never recover in this lifetime.

In dealing with his enemies, Ling Chen never showed mercy.

Back in his room, Ling Chen stood in front of the mirror, looking at the clear line of blood on his neck, and he sighed with a bitter smile.

This time, he only blamed himself for being too careless, for easily trusting Xiao Wan and going to her room. He could guess what Jiang Hanlin and the others were planning.

Once he entered Xiao Wan’s room, they joined forces to try and kill him, then they would claim he attempted to harm Xiao Wan. With a well-arranged scene, even if anyone doubted, it would be useless since he would already be dead, with no proof to the contrary.

Thinking back on the recent events, Ling Chen was rather curious about one thing. Jiang Hanlin confessed to drugging the tea, and indeed, he had drunk it, but it had no effect. Jiang Hanlin, with all his meticulous planning, certainly wouldn’t use expired drugs.

Could it be due to his unique physique being resistant to poison?

Thinking this, Ling Chen shook his head and laughed, feeling that his luck hadn’t reached such a level yet—there must be a reason.

While he pondered, a series of knocks came from the door. Judging by the time, it should be Qiu Yong and the others.

The door opened.

Qiu Yong stepped inside, about to speak. Yet, before he could say anything, his gaze was drawn to the bloodstain on Ling Chen’s neck.

"Ling Cheng, what happened here? Who did this?" Qiu Yong’s tone carried a hint of chill.

"It’s nothing, just a minor injury; I’ve already handled it." Regarding the recent incidents, Ling Chen didn’t wish to elaborate further.

Looking at the time, it was already half-past seven. Ling Chen collected his emotions and smiled, saying, "The martial arts contest starts in half an hour, big brother, let’s head to the venue first."

Once at the venue, Ling Chen noticed that today’s audience had arrived earlier than usual. By just past seven-thirty, the place was already fully packed, with everyone eagerly awaiting this morning’s life-or-death contest.

As one of the key figures, Ling Chen naturally attracted quite a lot of attention.

"Ling."

Seeing Song Ge approaching, Ling Chen greeted him with a smile, "Song, you’re early."

"I didn’t sleep well last night, thinking about today’s martial arts contest, I really couldn’t calm down," Song Ge’s voice was filled with worry.

"Song needn’t worry too much, Yi Shuiyan and Han Yu are closely matched in strength. If Ling Cheng could defeat Yi Shuiyan, perhaps he could also defeat Han Yu."

Hearing Yuan Yun’s words, Song Ge looked puzzledly at Ling Chen. The latter smiled, shaking his head at him.

Song Ge’s words to himself, Ling Chen didn’t mention them to Qiu Yong and the others, for fear of making them worry.

After taking his seat, it wasn’t long before Zhou Jun and Hu Fei walked into the venue side by side and came directly to Ling Chen’s side.

"Fatty, why are you here?"

Hu Fei, with a laptop in hand, touched the loose fat on his face and said with a grin, "I’m planning to record the entire martial arts competition. If you die, I’ll send the footage to your future wife so she’ll know whom to seek revenge from."

"Go to hell, not a single good word from you." Ling Chen cursed irritably, "If I really have an accident, it will definitely be because of your curse. If that happens, I won’t spare you even as a ghost."

"Ling Chen, that Han Yu is not simple, you have to be careful." Zhou Jun kindly reminded.

"I know."

Seven fifty.

Escorted by several middle-aged men, Han Yu entered the venue with his head held high.

As he passed by the seats of the eight eccentrics, Han Yu glanced at Ling Chen, his gaze cold and sinister with a hint of ferocity, and his slightly upturned lips carried a chilling coldness.

At that moment, in an inconspicuous corner of the venue, stood two masked women, silently watching the stage, without saying a word.

At eight o’clock sharp, the host Zhou Qi strode onto the stage, looked around at the spectators and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe everyone is clear about the details of this morning’s martial arts competition, so I won’t repeat them. This is a fight to the death, it won’t end until we see life or death. Han Yu, Ling Chen, you have three minutes to prepare."

Seeing Ling Chen stand up and leave his seat, Qiu Yong and the others adviced anxiously, "Ling, be very careful."

Ling Chen smiled and nodded, then headed straight to the stage. Facing Han Yu coming towards him, Ling Chen took a deep breath. The competition hadn’t even started, yet his palms were already covered in sweat. He tried hard to adjust his mood, but couldn’t quell the anxiety in his heart.

At this moment, the audience in the stands noticed the weapon carried by Ling Chen and were simultaneously surprised.

Today, Ling Chen was not using the Tianling Blade, but instead he had a bow.

Using a bow and arrow as a weapon in a martial arts arena was unprecedented, never having occurred before. Furthermore, sharp-eyed people noticed that the bow was the weapon of the Archer God, Zhang Zhongfeng.

"If Ling Chen’s archery is one-third as good as Zhang Zhongfeng’s, he might actually defeat Han Yu."

"That’s not necessarily true, the edge of the stage is only twenty meters, it’s hard for a bow and arrow to be effective. I don’t know what Ling Chen was thinking, using a bow and arrow as his weapon."

"..."

"The competition, officially begins!"

Amidst the crowd’s discussions, Zhou Qi’s booming voice rang out. Instantly, the whole venue fell silent, all eyes focused on Ling Chen and Han Yu.

Han Yu glanced at the bow and arrow in Ling Chen’s hands, sneered coldly, and made no effort to hide his disdain.

"Using a bow and arrow to fight, huh... Ling Chen, are you giving up on yourself? Even if it were Zhang Zhongfeng himself on stage, his archery couldn’t threaten me."

Upon hearing this, the entire venue was shocked.

Such arrogant words, completely disregarding the title of Archer God.

Ignoring the uproar around him, Han Yu kept his focus on Ling Chen and said with a sneering smile, "Today is a life-and-death fight, but before we start, I’ll give you a chance to live. If you kneel down and kowtow three times before everyone here, I can spare your life and accept your surrender."

Ling Chen chuckled, "How about this, you kneel and kowtow three times to me, and then call me grandpa. Considering you are my good grandson, I’ll spare your life, how about that?"