Before coming here, Chen Juntu had considered all sorts of possibilities.
He had imagined that on the stage, he would easily defeat Ye Qingchen, making him submit.
He also thought that if Ye Qingchen did not submit, he would use force to make him yield, showing him the might of the True Martial Sect.
He even imagined that he could effortlessly scare Ye Qingchen into submission with just a casual move.
However.
He never imagined that the situation would completely reverse.
Who would dare to face such an existence?
At this moment, he deeply resented the three elders stationed at the Black Tortoise Pavilion; they were causing unnecessary trouble, dragging him into this quagmire.
Yet now, under Ye Qingchen's gaze and in front of everyone, Chen Juntu could no longer hide, with no way to avoid it, he could only sigh deeply, saying: "Wise nephew Qingchen, your martial skills are peerless, I willingly admit defeat! I acknowledge my inferiority!"
Boom!
