The second round of the competition.
The attitudes of the Inner Sect Disciples had become clear.
Nearly everyone was grinding their teeth in hatred over Chen Yue's previous performance. To use such a lethal move on a young woman in the ring was simply despicable.
"Chen Han, kill that brat! Avenge Chen Yuxin!"
"Kill him! Teach that despicable bastard a lesson!"
The crowd seethed with righteous indignation.
Everyone wished they could rush onto the stage and cut Chen Yue down themselves.
However, some held a more pessimistic view.
Although Chen Han's strength was impressive, it was clearly inferior to Chen Yuxin's. Now that Chen Yuxin had been defeated, could he possibly stand against Chen Yue?
The final outcome seemed inevitable.
"You have succeeded in angering me!"
Chen Han spoke slowly from the stage.
"Hmph. If I can't have her, neither can you."
Chen Yue slowly raised his sword and sneered.
"Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant your wish!"
