Chapter 109 Sichuan's Lei Bingcheng is Defeated!
Lei Bingcheng pondered for a moment and nodded, "You follow me."
Thus, Lei Bingcheng turned and walked towards the backyard, and Chen Xuan and others quickly followed.
The backyard of this Sichuan restaurant was quite spacious and even had a small basketball court.
So, Chen Xuan and Lei Bingcheng's fight was chosen to take place on the basketball court. Everyone else was kept outside the court, with Master Bai and others personally acting as on-site security.
No unauthorized personnel were allowed to enter the basketball court.
"Kid, I don't know where you got the courage to challenge me. I know you have some strength, otherwise Yun Zizhuo wouldn't have returned to Sichuan. But in my eyes, you're being too reckless."
Seeing that Chen Xuan had reached a point of no return, Lei Bingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and revealed his trump card: "Do you know that I am a Martial Dao Venerable?"
He had been worried that Chen Xuan might suddenly go back on his word and refuse to fight. But now, the gates of the basketball court were locked.
Chen Xuan had no way to escape; even if Chen Xuan wanted to refuse now, he couldn't escape Lei Bingcheng's grasp.
Because of this, Lei Bingcheng dared to reveal his strength.
He narrowed his eyes, wanting to see fear in Chen Xuan's eyes. However, Chen Xuan seemed not to have heard him.
Scared stiff?
Lei Bingcheng believed Chen Xuan's calm expression could only be explained in two ways. First, Chen Xuan was so scared he was stunned. After all, a Martial Dao Venerable, in his opinion, was an existence unimaginable to people from Jiangnan Province.
Second, this guy possessed absolute strength and completely disregarded his power. But how was that possible?
Therefore, he leaned towards the first possibility.
"Kid, you immediately kneel before me and admit you're inferior to me in front of everyone. From now on, show respect to people from Sichuan. Today, I can spare you some physical pain."
Lei Bingcheng looked at Chen Xuan mockingly.
"Kneel before you?"
Chen Xuan chuckled. An idea flashed through his mind, and he said with a laugh, "How about this? If you kneel and beg for mercy, and from now on call people from our Jiangnan Province 'grandfather' and worship them, I might consider not stripping you naked and parading you through the streets."
"What? You want to strip me naked and parade me through the streets?"
Upon hearing this, Lei Bingcheng's eyes shot out a cold glint. "You're seeking death!"
"You think you can make me die? I don't know where you get your guts from. Honestly, you should blame your good disciple. If he hadn't run away halfway, you wouldn't be the scapegoat."
Chen Xuan said indifferently.
"Such big talk. I wonder how your strength is! Is it also this formidable!"
With that, Lei Bingcheng leaped up, his entire body soaring into the air. His punch, as if descending from the heavens, aimed directly at Chen Xuan's forehead.
The powerful aura instantly tore through the air.
The terrifying pressure caused the surrounding atmosphere to change. A strong wind roared, and the surrounding poplar trees swayed precariously, almost breaking.
The expressions of the people around them changed drastically.
They had seen Martial Dao Venerables in action before, but never with such a powerful aura.
Many people began to worry for Chen Xuan. Was the martial world of Jiangnan Province, which was on the verge of rising, about to be trampled underfoot again?
At this moment, the most anxious was undoubtedly the leader of the Martial Alliance, Yin Tianlu. Just as Jiangnan Province was about to rise, it was about to be trampled and humiliated. He did not want such a thing to happen.
However, Chen Xuan smiled and shook his head. This Lei Bingcheng was merely strong in appearance but weak in substance. His aura was quite intimidating, but in reality, this guy's strength was far inferior to Wu Daozi and Tian Lei Zi.
"Die!"
In the blink of an eye, Lei Bingcheng appeared before Chen Xuan, shouted fiercely, and his fist descended.
"Scram!"
The single word was Chen Xuan's reply to Lei Bingcheng.
Dare to tell me to scram?
Who do you think you are? I'll punch you to death!
Lei Bingcheng gritted his teeth, and then Chen Xuan also threw a punch.
This punch changed Lei Bingcheng's mind. The immense power left him with no room for resistance.
In an instant, he knew he had kicked an iron plate.
Chen Xuan's strength far exceeded his imagination and was not something he could compare to!
How could this be possible?
This guy was only about the same age as Yun Zizhuo, how could his strength be so terrifying?
What made it even more unbelievable was that Chen Xuan hailed from Jiangnan Province, a province that had consistently ranked last in martial arts for many years.
No!
He couldn't believe that the usually weak Jiangnan Province could produce such a heavenly talent!
"You die!"
Lei Bingcheng roared, pouring all his strength into it, trying to crush Chen Xuan's aura.
But immediately, another powerful force surged forward, like a tide, like a surging wave, instantly engulfing Lei Bingcheng…
Crack!
Lei Bingcheng's arm snapped directly. He flew out like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily onto the ground. Fortunately, the ground here was not concrete but rubber.
However, Lei Bingcheng's arm was completely broken. Bare bone was exposed, and blood dripped down, soaking his clothes.
But Lei Bingcheng couldn't bother with that. He stared intently at Chen Xuan, who stood proudly.
How could this guy be so strong?
Even now, he couldn't accept it.
There was a moment of silence, and then a wave of cheers erupted!
Jiangnan Province won!
Jiangnan Province won!
Moreover, Chen Xuan defeated not the Sichuan expert Yun Zizhuo, but Yun Zizhuo's teacher, a genuine Martial Dao Venerable!
Doesn't that mean Jiangnan Province had gained another Martial Dao Venerable!
My heavens, Jiangnan Province was about to completely rise!
Whether they were reporters or other onlookers, they cheered excitedly and applauded.
Although they had various flaws, undeniably, everyone had hometown pride. Seeing such an event, they were also very happy.
It was like football. The Chinese football team was repeatedly eliminated and swept aside, and was often criticized.
But when the Chinese football team achieved good results, those who had criticized them would also cheer and applaud.
"Do you admit defeat?"
Chen Xuan walked over, looking down at Lei Bingcheng.
His voice boomed, exuding an imposing aura.
"I... I..."
Lei Bingcheng's throat bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word, especially when his gaze swept over the many reporters taking photos and recording videos.
If he admitted defeat now, he would lose face in Jiangnan Province.
If he returned to Sichuan later, wouldn't he become a laughingstock to his hometown elders? What would his friends, relatives, and disciples think of him?
Wouldn't his rivals take advantage of his downfall?
For a moment, he hesitated to surrender.
"You don't admit defeat? Then stand up, and we'll continue!"
Chen Xuan said nonchalantly, frowning.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, blew out a smoke ring, and looked indifferent. It didn't matter; it would just be one punch.
Hearing this, Lei Bingcheng's expression changed.
Lei Bingcheng had used all his strength, but Chen Xuan had defeated him so casually. It was conceivable that the gap between them was like a chasm. Even if they fought ten thousand more times, he would still lose.
He took a breath and uttered two words with difficulty: "I... I admit defeat..."