Chapter 141: The Confusion and Dejection of the Chen Clan

The eyes of every Chen Clan member present instantly converged on the young man in green robes who had suddenly spoken.

For a moment, the scene fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone’s face was filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

This face was far too unfamiliar.

Was there a young talent named Chen Chuan in the Clan?

Why had they never seen him before?

The several Elders standing at the front frowned deeply, exchanging secret transmissions as their Divine Sense fluctuated frequently.

"Who is this boy? Whose descendant is he? Why does this old man have no impression of him at all?"

One Chen Clan Elder asked via transmission, his tone full of doubt.

"He is definitely not a Disciple of our main branch. We recognize all the famous talents from the side branches, and he is certainly not one of them," another stern-faced Elder replied.

"How strange. Since he is here, could he be a friend of a Clan member or the son of a Guest Elder? But in such a situation, how could he rashly step forward?"

"How could the Clan Head allow someone of unknown origin to represent our Chen Clan in battle?"

"If the Jin Clan notices, won’t we be handing them a weakness to exploit, letting them say our Chen Clan has no one left and needs an outsider to take our place? Not only would the mineral vein be lost, but our Chen Clan’s reputation would also be dragged through the mud."

The Elders were filled with worry, yet they saw that Clan Head Chen Xiao did not immediately scold him; instead, he looked at the youth in green with a deep gaze.

This made the Elders even more uncertain and suspicious.

The Chen Family Disciples below also looked at each other in bewilderment.

They didn’t dare discuss it loudly, fearing the Jin Clan across from them would overhear, but their secret transmissions surged like a tide.

"Chen Chuan? Who is that? Is there such a person in our Clan?"

"No! Absolutely not! I can name any young talent with even a bit of fame; I’ve never seen this person."

"He looks quite calm, but... isn’t this nonsense? Even Senior Brother Chen Zhan was defeated; isn’t he just going up there to die?"

"How could the Clan Head agree? Could he really be one of our Chen Clan, just one who has been trained in secret?"

"Impossible! No matter how secret the training, there would at least be some rumors. I think it’s hopeless; we’re really going to become a laughingstock now."

"Sigh, it’s already embarrassing enough. If we’re exposed for finding an outsider to take our place... I don’t even want to think about it..."

The atmosphere of despair did not ease in the slightest with the appearance of this unfamiliar young man; instead, a layer of worry and doubt was added.

Almost no one believed that Chen Chuan could change anything.

They even felt that his appearance might make the situation worse.

Only Chen Tian, the moment he saw Chen Chuan stand up, had a sudden burst of hope in his eyes.

He was the only person on the scene who had personally witnessed Chen Chuan take action.

The scene of him casually killing an Eighth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm was still vivid in his mind.

He believed in Chen Chuan.

If Chen Chuan dared to stand up, he definitely had confidence in himself and wouldn’t recklessly come out to seek death.

Chen Xiao’s gaze met Chen Chuan’s calm eyes, and his heart was also in turmoil.

Since he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he still harbored a trace of doubt.

But currently, the Chen Clan’s younger generation truly had no one left to use. Chen Zhan was seriously injured, and any other Disciple going up would just be throwing their life away.

Chen Chuan was the Chen Clan’s last saving grace.

Should he take a gamble, or just admit defeat?

After a moment of weighing the options, Chen Xiao made his decision.

He took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice:

"Fine! Chen Chuan, you will fight in the third match!"

He paused, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible solemnity, as he cautioned via transmission:

"Be sure to be careful. If it’s impossible, admit defeat immediately. Preserving your life is the priority."

Chen Chuan nodded slightly in response and then said no more.

Under the complex and inscrutable gazes of the Chen Clan members, he slowly walked to the center of the field.

His appearance caused the originally noisy and triumphant Jin Clan camp to fall silent for a moment, before bursting into even more intense laughter.

"Hahaha! Has the Chen Clan run out of people? Sending out such a pretty boy?"

"Who is this? He looks very unfamiliar. Could he have been pulled from some random corner just to make up the numbers?"

"Looking at his delicate skin and tender flesh, can he even withstand a single slap from Senior Brother Jin Yuan?"

Jin Wushang’s eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, also fixed tightly on Chen Chuan, sizing him up.

He easily saw through Chen Chuan’s true strength: the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

This made him sneer inwardly.

The Chen Clan had indeed exhausted their tricks, actually sending out such a low-level Disciple. It seemed they intended to just let everything go to ruin.

However, he was suspicious by nature and wouldn’t entirely believe the opponent was here to seek death. Perhaps he had some special methods?

But in the face of an absolute gap in strength, any small tricks would be futile.

The downward curve of his lips became more pronounced, carrying a mean-spirited tone.

He waved his hand casually, gesturing to Jin Yuan, who had just won a match:

"Yuan’er, since this Chen Clan talent is asking for death, go and send him on his way."

Hearing this, a cruel and excited smile appeared on Jin Yuan’s face as he strode back into the field with large steps.

His gaze swept over Chen Chuan as if looking at prey, and he licked his lips:

"Don’t worry, Clan Head. I will personally twist off his head to liven things up for the Chen Clan."

The Jin Clan Disciples immediately began shouting as if they had been injected with chicken blood:

"Senior Brother Jin Yuan, kill him in an instant."

"Let him know the consequences of provoking our Jin Clan."

"Twist off his head."

"Kid, it’s not too late to kneel and beg for mercy! Hahaha!"

Facing Jin Yuan’s blatant killing intent and the earth-shaking mockery from the Jin Clan camp, Chen Chuan’s expression remained as calm as water.

Only in his deep eyes did a cold killing intent begin to condense.

He seemed not to hear those foul words, his gaze locking directly onto Jin Yuan as he spoke indifferently.

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it spread clearly throughout the field: "Chen Chuan. Who will come out to meet their death?"

These words, in sharp contrast to his calm expression, were filled with ultimate provocation.

Jin Yuan was completely enraged by this attitude. A piece of trash at the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm dared to put on an act in front of him?

"Sharp-tongued kid, I’ll send you on your way right now."

Boom!

The powerful Aura of the Fifth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm erupted without reservation from within Jin Yuan’s body.

Golden vitality Qi swirled around his body, carrying an incomparably sharp Aura that sliced fine marks into the ground beneath his feet.

His eyes were icy and his killing intent was freezing, like a Golden Peng staring at its prey, ready to launch a fatal blow at any moment.

At the same time, Chen Chuan also slightly released his own Aura.

First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm!

This Aura was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, instantly causing both camps to boil over.

The Jin Clan side was first stunned, then erupted into laughter and mockery that almost blew the roof off:

"First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm? My senses aren’t wrong, are they? Hahaha!"

"The Chen Clan is really making me die of laughter! Have they completely given up on hope?"

"Where did they find this cannon fodder? Is he worried he won’t die fast enough?"

"Senior Brother Jin Yuan, crush him with a single finger!"

"Trash! Pure trash! The Chen Clan is indeed a nest of loaches, unable to find even one decent junior."

The moment Jin Yuan sensed Chen Chuan’s exact Cultivation, the ferocity and cruelty on his face deepened, as if he could already see the scene of the opponent being torn to pieces by him.

He sneered:

"I thought you had some reliance, but it turns out you’re just a fool who doesn’t know the meaning of death."

"Don’t worry, since you’re brave enough to seek death, I’ll make it quick for you, without a bit of pain."

He was already imagining how to use the most brutal methods to torture and kill the opponent to intimidate the Chen Clan.

Meanwhile, on the Chen Clan side, when they clearly felt Chen Chuan’s Cultivation fluctuation, which was only at the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, everyone’s hearts instantly sank to the bottom.

The faces of several Elders turned pale, and even their secret transmissions were trembling:

"First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm? This... this is simply nonsense!"

"What exactly does the Clan Head mean? Is he sending this boy to his death?"

"It’s over, it’s completely over! Our Chen Clan has lost all face today!"

"Even if he really is a member of our Chen Clan, going onto the field with this Cultivation level means certain death! Furthermore..."

The Chen Family Disciples were incredibly dejected, their last trace of hope completely shattered.

They looked at the green-robed figure in the field, as if they could already see the tragic scene of him being easily torn apart by Jin Yuan, with blood splattering the ground.

Some even closed their eyes in pity, as a massive sense of humiliation and despair overwhelmed them.

The few individuals who had still harbored a sliver of hope for Chen Chuan now gave up completely, feeling that this decision by the Clan Head would only bring greater shame upon the Chen Clan.

Chen Tian’s heart was in his throat.

Although he believed Chen Chuan’s strength could not be measured by common logic, the gap was simply too large when facing Jin Yuan, who possessed the Fifth-Grade Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails sinking deep into his palms, as he shouted frantically in his heart, "Brother Chen Chuan, you must win!"

Amidst the looks of disapproval, mockery, and despair, Chen Chuan acted as if he heard nothing of his surroundings.

He looked calmly at the aggressive Jin Yuan, as if looking at a dead man.

He spoke again, his voice still flat, but carrying an unquestionable certainty:

"I will not die."

"The one who dies will be you."