The other people were quickly knocked down by Ye Chen. They lay on the ground, moaning in agony, "Oh, Chen, we've been sitting here for so long, but it's useless. Apart from being a bit more heat-resistant, we're no match for you at all!"
"Pfft!" Ye Chen spat on the ground, and it sizzled and evaporated. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "You bunch of little punks, do you think you can take me on with just these skills? You think sleeping here for a month can enhance your abilities? You're wrong! Let me tell you, apart from having sturdier bodies, there's not much else to gain!"
"Alas..." The crowd sighed collectively. Initially, they were all enthusiastic, but now they found it was all for this result.
"However..." Ye Chen broke into a mysterious smile.
"However what, Chen? Don't keep us in suspense!" Feng Zhixiao pleaded eagerly.
