502: Looking for teeth on the ground

"Gongsun Zang, are you sure you want to challenge me?" A sharp look flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes.

"Yang Lingchen, although you are very arrogant, for the sake of Princess Ruobing's Face, as long as you kneel down and apologize to everyone, This Young Master can intercede for you and spare you this time."

Gongsun Zang looked nonchalant, like a refined gentleman.

"I already said you were trash, yet you can still talk to me with a smiling Face. It just shows how hypocritical you are. No wonder Ruobing doesn't like you." Yang Lingchen sneered.

"Stinky brat, you're looking for death."

Gongsun Zang's expression instantly became incredibly ugly. He originally wanted to show off and suppress Yang Lingchen.

However, what Gongsun Zang didn't expect was that Yang Lingchen wouldn't give him any Face at all.

He raised his right hand and instantly blasted out a stream of Divine Origin Power. This Divine Origin Power condensed into a massive Fist Aura, which then heavily smashed towards Yang Lingchen.

Disdain flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. His figure flickered, and he easily dodged the opponent's attack.

At the same time, Yang Lingchen swung a slap through the air. This slap carried an invisible wave of Qi, instantly striking towards Gongsun Zang's Face.

Gongsun Zang was, after all, a Cultivator of the second layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm, and his reaction speed far surpassed that of ordinary people.

After sensing Yang Lingchen's attack, a look of shock flashed in his eyes. Simultaneously, he immediately blasted out a Palm Print, carrying a dazzling light, directly meeting Yang Lingchen's attack.

"Rumble...!"

Following a loud bang, Yang Lingchen's Palm Print was like a missile, instantly shattering Gongsun Zang's Palm Print. The overflowing residual power directly slammed into Gongsun Zang's chest.

"Pfft!"

Gongsun Zang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and flew backward. Just as he was about to land, Yang Lingchen delivered another slap, striking him through the air.

"Slap...!"

A slap condensed from Divine Origin Power struck Gongsun Zang's Face directly. Instantly, his right cheek swelled up, and his teeth scattered all over the ground.

"Little Bastard, you are dead."

Gongsun Zang's eyes were extremely sinister. Since childhood, when had he ever suffered such a great loss?

"Clang...!"

"This is the Firelight Stone I'm giving you. Hurry up and look for your teeth! Don't dirty this place."

Yang Lingchen's eyes showed a hint of disdain, and he threw a Firelight Stone over.

"Pfft...!"

At this moment, some Female Disciples from other Factions present couldn't help but laugh.

"This Yang Lingchen is too wicked, isn't he? Not only did he hit him, but he also made him look for his teeth."

"I think he's quite interesting. Not only is he handsome, but he's also quite humorous. Most importantly, he's young and his Talent is excellent."

"What good is it that you think he's handsome? He won't look at you anyway!"

"bitch! This Young Lady has breasts and butt. If he doesn't fancy me, could he possibly fancy you?"

"Little Slut, who are you calling a bitch?"

"This Young Lady is calling you, what are you going to do about it?"

"Little Slut, you wait. On the day of the Ranking Battle, Your Grandmother will definitely kill you."

Below the Arena, two young women started cursing at each other directly. If no one had pulled them apart, they probably would have started fighting.

"Yang Lingchen, we'll see about that."

Gongsun Zang was also extremely gloomy. After leaving a harsh threat, he turned and left the Rose Garden. After all, with his Face swollen, staying any longer would only make him a bigger joke.

"Is there anyone else who is unconvinced? Feel free to step forward."

Yang Lingchen's gaze swept around, finally settling on Dong Chenyang.

Since the other party wanted to slap his Face, he naturally wouldn't save Face for them.

Seeing Yang Lingchen look at him, Dong Chenyang's expression gradually darkened.

"Young Master Yang, This Young Master doesn't seem to have any conflict with you, right?" Dong Chenyang said coldly.

"Of course not. I just wanted to ask Young Master Dong if we are free to leave now?" Yang Lingchen said with a faint smile.

Since the opponent wasn't taking the bait, Yang Lingchen couldn't force a challenge.

"Young Master Yang, if you wish to leave, you may do so anytime." Dong Chenyang said coldly.

"That's good."

Yang Lingchen smiled slightly, looked around, and said, "By the way, I have something to tell everyone: I'm claiming the champion spot in the Ranking Battle."

"Furthermore, Zhou Ruobing and Su Yuyan are both my women. If anyone dares to provoke them, I will definitely break their legs."

Yang Lingchen's tone was utterly domineering, and his eyes revealed an Aura that looked down upon everything. Since he had already become a thorn in everyone's side, he wouldn't care about anyone else's Face anymore.

At this moment, the scene was completely silent.

No one expected that this banquet would turn into Yang Lingchen's one-man show, with the Geniuses of the major Factions serving as his foil.

"Young Master Yang, since you want to claim the champion, This Young Master will spar with you today to see if you even have the qualifications."

A hint of icy coldness showed on Dong Chenyang's Face. Although Yang Lingchen was powerful, he didn't feel threatened.

He hosted this banquet today. If he didn't step forward now, he would become the laughingstock of the entire younger generation of Dongzhou.

"Young Master Dong, let me state this beforehand: I always like to slap Faces when I fight. If your Face gets swollen, I hope you don't become enraged out of shame." Yang Lingchen said coldly.

"No matter. As long as Young Master Yang has the skill, you can slap this Face of This Young Master however you like." A killing intent flashed and vanished in Dong Chenyang's eyes.

"Swoosh!"

As soon as Dong Chenyang finished speaking, Yang Lingchen's figure rushed forward like a bolt of lightning.

"Slap...!"

A crisp sound of a slap rang out. Before Dong Chenyang could react, he was sent flying backward by the strike.

"Little Bastard! How dare you sneak attack This Young Master."

At this moment, Dong Chenyang was utterly enraged, no longer caring about his demeanor.

"Dong Chenyang, is this all the measure you have? Just now, you kept saying that if I had the skill, I could slap your Face however I liked. Now look at how you're flustered and angry—you're truly embarrassing your Eastern Emperor Pavilion."

Yang Lingchen shook his head disdainfully, then blew lightly on his palm.

"Little Bastard! Since you are so arrogant, don't blame This Young Master for being ruthless."

Dong Chenyang's tone was extremely sinister, and he gradually became vigilant.

He could tell that Yang Lingchen's speed was extremely fast, so he couldn't give Yang Lingchen any more chances to sneak attack.

"Are you ready? Don't blame me for sneak attacking later if your Face gets swollen." Yang Lingchen sneered.

With his current strength, dealing with someone from the Third Layer of the Myriad Illusion Realm was like an adult beating a child.

"You're looking for death."

Dong Chenyang shouted coldly, his figure shot out, and he blasted a Fist Aura through the air, heavily smashing towards Yang Lingchen.

Yang Lingchen's mouth curved slightly, revealing a sneer of disdain. The moment Dong Chenyang's heavy punch was about to land, his figure vanished from the spot.

"Boom... Boom...!"

Dust flew up on the Arena. The spot where Yang Lingchen had been was directly blasted into a huge pit.

"If this is all the strength you have, you might be able to act arrogant in the Eastern Emperor Pavilion, but if you leave the Eastern Emperor Pavilion, you won't even know how you died." Yang Lingchen sneered.

"Go to hell!"

Dong Chenyang roared angrily, his figure moved like lightning, and he raised his hand to strike another blast of Divine Origin Power towards Yang Lingchen.

This strike of Divine Origin Power carried a chilling coldness, as if it intended to freeze the surrounding air.

Seeing this, Yang Lingchen's figure leaped like a bird in flight, easily dodging the opponent's attack.

At the same time, his right hand instantly swung out a beam of white light. This white light condensed directly into a Palm Print, striking straight toward the other side of Dong Chenyang's Face.

"Slap!"

As a crisp slapping sound rang out, the other side of Dong Chenyang's Face instantly swelled up.

"Now both sides of your Face are symmetrical; you look much more pleasing to the eye." Yang Lingchen sneered... To be continued!