"What did you say?"
Long Chen's words stirred up a thousand waves. All the dragon clan experts now looked at him, murderous intent surging in their eyes.
They were all peerless prodigies. Not to mention Long Chen, a mere human, even someone as strong as Mo Yang would dare not take him seriously.
Now this human actually said that all dragons were useless. This simple mockery hit right where they were. They stopped their commotion and slowly gathered around Long Chen.
Each of them was filled with murderous intent, their faces hostile. Long Chen's words were unacceptable to them, and they all harbored murderous intent.
Mo Ying and the others' hearts raced wildly. Although she knew Long Chen was using this method to attract their attention and stop their argument,
But this time, Long Chen offended everyone, and everyone's anger was concentrated on Long Chen. This was fatal.
"You call you useless, and you still refuse to accept it? Not even knowing who the enemy was, they started barking and biting like a pack of mad dogs.
What so-called peerless prodigy of the Dragon Clan, or so-called invincible genius in a lifetime? Look at you now—do you really deserve the title of 'prodigy of heaven'?" Long Chen said disdainfully.
Long Chen's words instantly made the faces of the dragon clan prodigies present turn somewhat unpleasant. Just now, the scene had been chaotic, and everyone wanted to intervene, making this place feel like a bargaining market. It was truly embarrassing.
"This is the Dragon Clan. Dragon Clan matters need you, a humble human, to intervene. Are you trying to laugh us to death?" A dragon clan expert roared in anger.
"If I want to manage you, you need to have that qualification. Dissatisfied? The simplest is to come out and fight. Whether it's a revolving battle or a joint attack, I, Long Chen, accept all who come." Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold and arrogant.
His attitude instantly infuriated the group of dragon clan prodigies, who wished they could rush forward and beat Long Chen into meat patties.
But they were all prodigies of the dragon clan, each once looking down on the dragon clan. How could they possibly resort to a war of war against a human? If word got out, wouldn't people laugh at him to death?
Seeing this, Mo Ying felt a bit relieved in her heart. She couldn't help but admire Long Chen's wisdom. As soon as Long Chen said this, the prodigies of the dragon clan were instantly stumped—at least, they wouldn't rush in all at once.
"Let me have a show, you reckless fool." At that moment, a dragon clan expert roared and charged out.
"Wait a moment." Long Chen reached out his hand and said.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" The dragon clan expert sneered.
"You're old enough to say such childish things. Before we start, let's make some things clear.
Is your battle with me a war of replacement? Even if it's a round-robin battle, I need to know a way.
For example, do you plan to take turns with ten people, a hundred, or just one for everyone present?
Since there was a fight, there had to be a winner or a loser. Since there was a win, the price must be paid.
If I, Long Chen, lose, lose, my life will be yours. But if you lose, are you willing to obey my orders and join forces to overcome this crisis in the Dragon Domain?" Long Chen asked.
As soon as Long Chen said this, the man's expression changed. Everyone's hearts tightened. Long Chen had never fought a single match before, so his strength was beyond doubt.
Although some people refused to accept him, they couldn't guarantee they could win. If they lost, having them obey a human would be a lifelong disgrace—the price would be too high.
Seeing everyone hesitate, Long Chen showed a mocking expression and said, "What's wrong? Not confident? Not confident about taking on ten at once? So just one against a hundred? Of course, more doesn't matter. As someone with some reputation among humans, I can accept all kinds of challenges."
"You..."
Long Chen's words nearly made all the dragon clan prodigies cough up blood in anger. Long Chen's words were far too arrogant and infuriating.
Especially that phrase "having a bit of fame"—it was the greatest humiliation to them. Each of them was a renowned genius of the dragon clan; otherwise, they wouldn't have deserved to be sealed.
A somewhat famous human powerhouse challenging a large group of peerless dragon prodigies, and in a round-robin battle—he had seen humiliation before, but never such humiliation.
At this moment, Mo Ying and the others were completely in awe of Long Chen. Long Chen's mastery of the rhythm was flawless; this group of dragon clan prodigies had been completely mastered by him.
Right now, they were feeling extremely miserable. Everyone longed to fight Long Chen, but didn't dare. Even if one person lost, if someone else defeated Long Chen in the future, it would be a round-robin battle. Where would the dragon clan's reputation be?
Even if everyone eventually kills Long Chen and doesn't spread the news, they were once prodigies of every era—they all cared about their reputation.
With just a few words, Long Chen controlled the situation, first drawing the hatred toward himself, so they would unite against the outside world and reduce internal strife. After the anger faded, things gradually calmed down and they could unite again.
"The great dragon clan never uses reinforcements, nor does it win by numbers. Come, let me fight you." At that moment, a man engulfed in flames stepped forward.
"Chi Wufeng!"
When the man stepped forward, someone immediately cried out, recognizing his identity.
This man was also a peerless prodigy from the ancient era, from the Red Dragon clan. It was said that in the primordial era, he had slain countless demons, earning a formidable reputation and intimidating all ages.
More importantly, rumors say he possesses the Imperial Dragon Flame, a secret of the Imperial Dragon clan. Some say he is not a pure-blooded Red Dragon at all, but possesses a trace of Emperor Dragon blood; otherwise, he would not have awakened the Imperial Dragon Flame.
As soon as Chi Wufeng stepped forward, the temperature in the entire Ten Thousand Dragon Nest soared. Even the peerless prodigies of the dragon clan were unbearably uncomfortable under the terrifying heat wave, involuntarily retreating and raising their dragon blood defenses.
Flames swirled around him, the pressure overwhelming. Even before releasing his aura, it sent chills down one's spine—this was another truly terrifying existence.
"No, Chi Wufeng may be strong, but I don't believe he can surpass Mo Yang. If only one dragon clan can fight, it must be Mo Yang. Otherwise, if we lose, we won't admit it." A Mo Yang admirer stepped forward and shouted.
Although Chi Wufeng's strength was terrifying, he was clearly not as popular as Mo Yang. As soon as he shouted, countless powerful figures joined in shouting, clearly showing they had more faith in Mo Yang.
Hearing the shouts of this group, Chi Wufeng's expression changed instantly. Mo Yang looked at Chi Wufeng and said, "
Our strength is actually evenly matched. It doesn't matter who makes a move. Our Dragon Domain has countless prodigies, and among us at our level, there are more than a dozen people. Any one of them can represent the Dragon Clan. Brother Wufeng, you go ahead!"
After Mo Yang finished speaking, he stepped back half a pace and made a gesture inviting him. This gesture instantly made Chi Wufeng feel embarrassed.
He shook his head and said, "Forget it, your reputation is high, so I don't want to argue with you. But in the future, there will definitely be a battle between us."
After speaking, Chi Wufeng retreated. At this moment, all the strong figures in the arena turned their gaze to Mo Yang and Long Chen, and for a moment, intense emotions surged rapidly.