Chapter 497 - 241: I Knew You Would Regret It
Chapter 497: Chapter 241: I Knew You Would Regret It
Li Furong’s face was flushed with excitement. She couldn’t help but jump up and shout, "Bro! You’re amazing! Go for it! One last move, just take him down!"
Li Yan and Su Manyu couldn’t help but smile as well. The worry on their faces had long since vanished, replaced by immense relief and pride.
On the stage, Chen Feng could no longer care what others thought of him. He stared daggers at Li Chang’an, his eyes filled with venom and indignation. "You... Who the hell are you? You’re no ordinary person..."
Li Chang’an shrugged and smiled calmly. "I told you, you’d regret this."
With that, Li Chang’an flashed forward again, appearing before Chen Feng. This time, there were no flashy moves—just a light palm strike to Chen Feng’s shoulder.
THUD!
With that, Chen Feng was sent flying once more, tumbling right off the stage.
The entire arena erupted in an uproar as a deafening wave of gasps exploded from the crowd.
"Oh my god! He won!"
"That kid actually beat Chen Feng!"
"This is unbelievable! What the hell is going on?"
"What did I just see? With that last palm strike, he just gave him a light push, and Chen Feng went flying?"
Chen Feng crashed to the ground, clutching his chest, his eyes filled with despair.
He never could have imagined that he would lose to an opponent he had originally looked down on.
Chen Feng struggled to get up, but the force of that palm strike was simply too powerful. He felt as if his chest had been struck by a sledgehammer, and the pain made it difficult to even breathe.
He propped himself up on his elbows, a flash of indignation in his eyes as he ground out through clenched teeth, "Impossible... You... How can you be this strong!"
Li Chang’an stood at the edge of the stage, looking down at him with a calm smile. He still had that same nonchalant air, as if his victory was nothing more than a matter of course.
His hands were stuck in his pockets, his expression neither smug nor provocative. If anything, he just looked casual.
"Chen Feng, it’s not that you’re too weak, it’s that you’re too arrogant," Li Chang’an said lightly. There wasn’t a trace of mockery in his voice, but his words stung Chen Feng like needles, and his face turned even uglier.
Just then, Chen Feng’s lackeys rushed forward to help him up. One of them couldn’t help but whisper, "Young Master Chen, this kid... where did he come from? He’s so strong, but didn’t you say he was just a student with a Qi and Blood Value of 3?"
"Shut up!" Chen Feng, furious with humiliation, violently shoved away the people beside him. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment. "How should I know he’s so strong! But you all better remember this: he humiliated me today, and I will absolutely not let this go!"
The lackeys exchanged glances. Though they didn’t dare say more, their expressions showed that the previous scene had left them utterly appalled.
After all, Chen Feng had always been the strong one in their eyes. To see him beaten so badly by an unknown student, completely powerless to fight back, was truly unbelievable.
"Young Master Chen, should we... think of something?" one of the lackeys suggested in a low voice.
"Something?" Chen Feng snorted, his gaze turning sinister. "Of course I’ll think of something. But there’s no rush. The tournament isn’t over yet. I’d like to see just how far this kid can go!"
The discussions below the stage rose and fell in waves as more and more people cast curious and astonished gazes toward Li Chang’an.
After all, no one in the audience had expected this seemingly suspense-free duel to end in such a dramatic fashion.
"Who is this kid anyway? How come I’ve never heard of him?"
"I know, right! How could someone with a Qi and Blood Value of 3 beat Chen Feng this badly? How did he do it?"
"I’m telling you, there’s more to this kid than meets the eye. He’s the darkest of dark horses!"
Li Chang’an paid no mind to the discussions, walking straight back to his seat. He had just sat down when Wu Yong came over, his face a mask of complex emotions.
"Li Chang’an, you... how did you do that?" Wu Yong asked, his tone a mixture of surprise and confusion.
Li Chang’an smiled, replying casually, "Teacher Wu, the tournament isn’t over yet. There are still more opponents to face. Just wait and see!"
Wu Yong shook his head helplessly. "You... you’ve really opened my eyes!" He paused, then continued, "But Chen Feng is not someone to be trifled with. You beat him so badly today, and he’s not going to let this go easily.
You need to be careful from now on. This competition isn’t just a contest of strength; there are many complex factors at play behind the scenes!"
Li Chang’an nodded and said nonchalantly, "I know. I’ll be careful."
Wu Yong patted his shoulder and walked away.
Just then, Li Furong shouted excitedly from the stands, "Bro! You’re so awesome! That last move was so cool! I knew you’d win!"
Li Chang’an looked up, waved at her, and chuckled. "Look at you, getting so worked up. Don’t shout yourself hoarse!"
"I don’t care if I lose my voice! You’re so amazing, and Mom and Dad are thrilled! You should have seen the looks on the faces of those people who said you couldn’t do it!" Li Furong said, looking incredibly proud, as if she had won the match herself.
Su Manyu couldn’t help but cover her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears. "Chang’an, Mom really... I never imagined you were this capable!"
Li Yan slapped his thigh hard, a gratified smile spreading across his face. "That’s my boy! Chang’an, you’ve really brought honor to our family today!"
Li Chang’an just smiled and waved. "Dad, Mom, don’t praise me just yet. The tournament isn’t over. Wait until I’ve won the championship to celebrate!"