"Chen Yu, I know you don't dare to accept my challenge, otherwise you wouldn't have avoided me for a year."
Zhang Chen said arrogantly.
Although he lost to Chen Yu during the bet, it was due to an accident.
In a fair fight, he could defeat Chen Yu within ten moves.
After all, he had been studying at the Heavenly Martial Sect for twenty years, and although not famous, his strength was formidable.
"This despicable and shameless coward naturally wouldn't engage in a battle where he's bound to lose."
The others taunted provocatively. It might not be effective, but they had to vent their frustrations.
"Hehe, the Sect Master cares about face. Let's blow this up, embarrass Chen Yu, and when the Sect Master gets in a bad mood, he'll expel him."
Someone suddenly spoke up, enlightening the crowd.
If Chen Yu weren't the Sect Master's disciple, it would be easier to deal with him.
Everyone knew about the Sect Master's vanity.
