Chapter 2316 - 2272: Let Me Give It a Try

Chapter 2316: Chapter 2272: Let Me Give It a Try

His cultivation level is indeed not as high as Scarface’s, but who can endure having their specialties mocked like this?

"Let’s find out if you can, instead of wasting words," Huang Ping said.

"Fine, very well, then watch closely." Scarface’s voice suddenly turned cold, and then with a single hand, he brandished his knife and directly aimed it at the top of Huang Ping’s head.

Nobody expected Scarface’s sudden attack.

Fortunately, Huang Ping had been prepared.

Seeing Scarface’s nine-ring broadsword swinging towards him, the spiritual energy within Huang Ping surged wildly, his hands forming a protective shield above his head.

Bang...

The nine-ring broadsword struck the protective shield.

Everyone thought that even though Scarface’s strike seemed casual, Huang Ping would at least be able to hold on, albeit struggling.

It wouldn’t be too embarrassing.

But the reality was astonishing.

Scarface’s blow landed, and while Huang Ping’s shield didn’t shatter immediately, his feet sank as much as ten or twenty centimeters into the ground.

At the same time, blood began to trickle from the corner of Huang Ping’s mouth.

Although the broadsword didn’t harm him directly, the shock inflicted internal injuries...

Evidently, this seemingly casual strike of Scarface’s contained immense power and was not simple.

Bang...

The crowd hadn’t yet finished being surprised when a loud explosion rang out as Huang Ping’s protective shield shattered.

The massive spiritual energy explosion sent Huang Ping flying backwards.

He was thrown dozens of meters away, finally landing at the feet of the caravan leader.

Ptooey...

Huang Ping glanced at the leader, then his eyes widened as he spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot.

Hiss...

Witnessing this, everyone gasped in shock.

Did he just die like that?

How formidable is Scarface’s combat strength?

Even if Huang Ping wasn’t at his best, he was still a Dan Condensation Expert, so how could he be crushed like an ant under Scarface’s hand?

Unbelievable, it’s too unbelievable.

"Good, good, our leader is mighty, our leader is brave."

"Impressive, impressive, hahaha, well done."

...

Seeing Huang Ping dead, Scarface’s lackeys started cheering.

They were like a group of demons, reveling at the sight of death.

The caravan leader, however, wore a face full of anger.

"Friend, a competition is just a competition, what do you mean by taking a life?"

Scarface sheathed his knife, resting it on his shoulder, raising his head slightly, his chin pointing at the leader.

"Heh, leader, it’s not my fault if he can’t match up, I just swung a knife, and if he couldn’t withstand that and decided to challenge me, then he only has himself to blame," Scarface replied coldly.

"You..." the leader was furious.

Yet he could find no rebuttal.

Scarface indeed only made one move, and there was no ill intent to kill...

Huang Ping couldn’t withstand it on his own, there’s nothing more to be said.

"Well, let that guy be a warning, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry should challenge me; if they die, it’s their own fault," Scarface sneered, and continued.

The leader grit his teeth in frustration but was helpless.

Scarface was just too powerful.

Although Huang Ping’s death was regrettable, the challenge had to continue.

There were so many cultivation resources, they couldn’t just hand them over.

"Who else dares to challenge?" the leader turned around, asking the group of escorts with resentment.

Previously, many were very enthusiastic.

Because everyone thought there was no risk of death, it was just an ordinary match.

Whether they won or not, they would still get a hundred spirit stones.

But now it’s different.

Huang Ping died in front of everyone, who would dare to step forward so lightly now?

Those hundred spirit stones come at the risk of death.

This deal was a clear loss no matter how you looked at it.

No one spoke.

The leader was anxious and raised the offer again, "One hundred fifty, one hundred fifty spirit stones."

But even so, still no one spoke up.

No one wanted to risk their life for a hundred fifty spirit stones.

Just as the leader was about to despair, a calm voice sounded.

"Leader, if the fight is worth a hundred fifty, what if I win? Is there more to add?"

Wow.

Upon hearing this, everyone was astonished.

Who dared boast that they could defeat Scarface?

Everyone looked around, trying to see who had spoken.

At this moment, Chen Yang emerged from the crowd.

Seeing it was Chen Yang, everyone’s eyes widened like cow’s eyes.

Him?

That must be a joke.

How could a young man with tender, delicate skin possibly be a match for Scarface?

Even the leader was taken aback to see Chen Yang and asked, "Young man, this is no joking matter, don’t act impulsively and lose your life."

Though the leader had a faint hope of using someone as cannon fodder to drain Scarface’s strength...

They still needed someone with some capability. Chen Yang looked to be just over twenty, what combat strength could he have?

This is purely wasting a slot; the leader wasn’t willing, so he tried to persuade Chen Yang.

"Leader, I’m not joking, just answer my question. If I win, is there more to add?"

Chen Yang asked calmly.

The leader couldn’t fathom what Chen Yang meant, but he nodded and said, "Of course there’s more. If you can beat him, I’ll give you a thousand spirit stones."

Hiss.

A thousand spirit stones...

All of the escorts gasped in shock, tempted.

But seeing the state of Huang Ping, they quickly dismissed the thought in their minds.

Though the spirit stones offered were many, they still needed to stay alive to claim them.

"Okay, I’ll take the challenge."

Upon hearing a thousand, Chen Yang accepted without hesitation.

"You, you really are taking it?" the leader was surprised.

"Yes, I’m taking it. Give me the spirit stones," Chen Yang said, extending his hand, unwilling to waste words.

The leader gritted his teeth and tossed a bag of spirit stones over: "This is one hundred fifty, the rest will come after you win."

"Alright." Chen Yang nodded slightly, then walked towards Scarface swiftly.

"This is over, this young man is too impulsive, Scarface has already reached the Late-stage Condensation realm, and his combat power is strong. How could he be a match?"

"Yeah, this stout brother, why didn’t you advise him? He’s too impulsive, he’s risking his life."

The two brothers who had been communicating with Chen Yang and Tu Qi earlier in the car were concerned when they saw Chen Yang stepping up.

They believed Chen Yang had little chance of survival.

Huang Ping was killed with one strike, how long could Chen Yang’s small frame last?

That’s what they all thought.

But Tu Qi seemed indifferent, even leisurely eating a chicken leg.

Others might not know Chen Yang well, but how could he not know him?

Even that fellow Liu Ziye couldn’t defeat Chen Yang, how could Scarface, a mere bandit, best him?

"Rest easy, my brother Chen Yang’s combat power isn’t weak; nothing might happen," Tu Qi smiled lightly and said calmly.

"Your brother’s combat power’s not weak, but Scarface is stronger, alas."

The two brothers still didn’t believe it.

And Tu Qi said no more.

It was useless to say more if they didn’t believe it, it was better to let them see for themselves.