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Jiang Chen truly shattered Zhao Fangqiu's understanding time and again. He couldn't reconcile the Jiang Chen before him with the one from yesterday; they seemed like entirely different people.
In a casual gesture, Jiang Chen had killed Shangguan Yuan, leaving Ye Xiaoying momentarily stunned. As he noticed Jiang Chen still watching him, his expression fluctuated. If he simply gave way to Jiang Chen now, it would be a disgrace.
At Ye Xiaoying's level, sometimes maintaining face was indeed more important than survival. Over twenty years ago, he had suffered a public defeat at the hands of Ishii Ansei, a regret that haunted him for life. If he retreated now, wouldn’t all his years of hard training be in vain?
"What if I don't step aside?" Ye Xiaoying asked.
Jiang Chen did not respond. Instead, he raised his right hand toward a three-meter-high rock, and it seemed as if an invisible force pulled it from the ground, causing it to float in mid-air.
With a casual wave of his hand, Jiang Chen sent the massive rock flying like a soccer ball kicked by someone.
Ye Xiaoying's expression changed drastically. He quickly unleashed the Flying Snow Sword Technique, sending a blade of sword energy roaring toward the rock. The two collided, shattering the rock into pieces that rained down from the sky. However, Ye Xiaoying's face paled further; he had already been injured from his earlier battle with Jin Weichu and others. Using the Flying Snow Sword Technique again aggravated his internal injuries, causing his breath to quicken and a metallic taste to fill his mouth. Yet he refused to back down, swallowing the blood that threatened to spill forth.
"This young man... how does he possess such potential? If he strikes again, I will definitely be no match for him. What should I do?" Ye Xiaoying thought as he looked at Jiang Chen in shock, his mind racing for a solution.
After a few seconds, a flash of inspiration struck Ye Xiaoying. He devised a way to gracefully withdraw from the confrontation.
"I never expected that our great Huaxia is truly filled with hidden talents like you," he said. "It is indeed a blessing for Huaxia. Just now, I faced off against seven elders from Tianlang Palace and have exhausted my strength; I cannot fight you now. Once I recover my energy, we can have a proper duel."
With this statement, he indicated his current state—he was too fatigued to continue fighting. If Jiang Chen attacked him now and defeated him, it would only be bullying an exhausted opponent.
He continued, "Young man, you are quite impressive. In fact, my purpose here is not solely for myself. The Sword Immortal Ruins should belong to Huaxia. I represent the Dragon Martial Institute and the military here; that helicopter you see over there belongs to the military."
Ye Xiaoying had initially been reluctant to say these things; after all, martial arts were martial arts. Bringing official matters into it felt somewhat inappropriate and could lead to ridicule from other martial artists. But now he had no choice; without invoking official authority, he couldn’t find a way out.
Upon hearing Ye Xiaoying's words, Jiang Chen's expression shifted slightly as he glanced at the helicopter not far away.
Jiang Chen had deliberately avoided entangling himself with Huaxia's officials and was reluctant to get involved with them too deeply. However, he understood that one day he would have to interact with them.
Yet for Jiang Chen at this moment, it still felt premature—at least until after the movie was released.
Seeing that Jiang Chen seemed hesitant, Ye Xiaoying recognized that his words were having an effect and pressed on: "So I hope you can give me some face. Of course, I won’t let you suffer any loss; if you have any conditions, feel free to propose them, and I will do my best to meet your demands."
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