"Oh my heavens… that's Elder Iron of the Outer Sect!"
The name alone sent a visible ripple through the crowd.
"If this young man really crippled his disciple, then he's finished. Completely finished. Not even the heavens themselves can save him now…"
"You're right. I once heard that an ignorant outer disciple merely insulted Elder Iron's student. That was enough to anger him so badly that he wiped out the young man's entire bloodline for seven generations."
The spectators erupted into heated discussion, faces flushed with excitement and morbid anticipation. Their gazes burned with eagerness as they stared at the arena, desperate to see how this reckless youth would face Elder Iron's wrath.
This was no longer a duel.
This was an execution.
Wang Chen only frowned.
That was all.
Not a trace of panic surfaced on his face, nor did he shift his posture. Yet beneath that calm exterior, a terrifying storm churned silently.
Even the heavens will not be able to save him…
