"Hahaha! Did you all hear that? A mere Body Tempering double-layer trash dares say this to a quadruple?"
"This kid… I almost admire him. He's got guts… or a death wish."
"Tsk tsk… Ten moves? Please. One move will be enough to flatten him."
The Lingyun Wufu students couldn't help but smirk.
Jiang Chen — the clown of the Jiang family — was either the boldest man alive or the biggest fool.
"Jiang Chen," Lin Yang sneered, his gaze sharp and venomous, "months apart and you're still just as arrogant. You want to compete in body techniques? Fine. Soon you'll realize—"
"—that you're still trash?" Jiang Chen cut him off, hands clasped behind his back. His calm, bored tone made Lin Yang's blood boil. "Less talking. Do it. I said it already: if you can touch me, I lose."
Lin Yang's lips twisted into a cruel grin. "Keep pretending. I'll rip that smug look off your face."
With a burst of speed, Lin Yang lunged, his claw-like hand swiping for Jiang Chen's shoulder—
But Jiang Chen's figure blurred and vanished.
"What—?!"
When Lin Yang blinked, Jiang Chen was three meters away, standing casually as though he'd merely taken a stroll.
So fast?!
Lin Yang's pupils shrank. This wasn't the speed of a mere Body Tempering double-layer.
Teeth clenched, he pushed his movement to the limit and lunged again—
And again, Jiang Chen's form ghosted out of reach, like mist slipping through his fingers.
"Impossible…!" Lin Yang's growl came out hoarse, disbelief twisting his face.
But disbelief couldn't stop humiliation. He roared like a maddened beast and threw himself at Jiang Chen, strike after strike, claw after claw.
Jiang Chen? He simply walked.
Each step was light, fluid, and untouchable—his Flowing Light Phantom Step making him a specter on the training ground.
To the onlookers, it was like Lin Yang was trying to grab air while Jiang Chen toyed with him.
"Sweet heavens… his speed! Is this really a Body Tempering second-layer?"
"Second-layer? My ass! That's at least a perfected Huang-rank body technique—maybe even… higher?"
"A genius, pretending to be a waste?!"
Realization struck them all like lightning.
This wasn't a pig. This was a tiger in pig's skin.
In Lingyun Wufu, they'd seen geniuses—but never one who could humiliate a fourth-layer like this without even trying.
Ten moves.
In what felt like an instant, Lin Yang's tenth strike missed, his lungs burning, his pride shredded.
Jiang Chen hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Ten moves are up." Jiang Chen's voice was light, but it cut like a blade. He crossed his arms, smiling faintly. "I don't like repeating myself. Hand over the Body Tempering Pill."
Lin Yang's face turned purple. His eyes promised murder. But the crowd's stares burned into his back, and Jiang Chen's tone allowed no argument.
Grinding his teeth hard enough to crack them, Lin Yang threw the jade bottle at Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen… you wait. This isn't over." His words dripped with venom before he stormed off, shoulders shaking with barely-contained fury.
Jiang Chen caught the pill with a flick of his wrist, his smirk widening.
One pill richer. One fool humiliated.
And everyone present now knew: Jiang Chen was no waste. He was a wolf hiding in sheep's skin.