Chapter 2: Anger, Life and Death Duel

He pressed his body downwards, quickly rolled backwards, and stood behind the sealing stone, his gaze coldly fixed on Xiao Jian. Xiao Jian, feeling pleased as he looked at the surrounding Xiao family members mocking Xiao Chen, let his guard down. Caught off guard, he allowed Xiao Chen to slip through his fingers once again, which made him furious and ashamed, and he was just about to take action.

Xiao Chen shook his head and withdrew his right hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The surrounding members of the Xiao family also breathed a sigh of relief; this waste truly remained as useless as ever, and no miracle had occurred. His strength was still at the ninth rank of Soul Refinement.

"Why is Chen standing still? Is he really not giving his elder brother any face?" Xiao Jian said with a sinister tone, grabbing Xiao Chen's wrist with his right hand, attempting to pull him forward.

No one is willing to be a waste! No one can endure the ridicule and insults of others for no reason! No one is content to spend a lifetime looking up to others!

Xiao Jian let out a cold laugh. In fact, he was also startled just now; thinking back, it was rather self-deceptive. He immediately resumed his earlier intention to tease Xiao Chen, "Brother Chen, you truly are exceptionally gifted. After eight years, your cultivation is still at the ninth rank of Soul Refinement. In the entire Xiao family, no, perhaps in the whole of the Great Qin Kingdom, only you possess such talent, haha!"

Xiao Jian patted Xiao Chen's shoulder a few times and said with a strange smile, "Brother Chen, don't be discouraged, take your time. Who knows, in a few years you might be able to condense your martial soul. Oh, Brother Chen, why are you kneeling? Don't do that, I can't bear it.

Xiao Chen suddenly shook his hand vigorously, astonishing everyone as he broke free from Xiao Jian's grasp, and coldly said: "There is no need for my elder brother to worry; I can walk on my own."

Standing before the sealing stone, Xiao Chen wore a pained expression. He was well aware of his own realm, but with matters having come to this point, there was no turning back. At worst, he would just endure another round of disdain. With this thought, he found his mood unexpectedly calm.

Amidst the crowd, bursts of mocking laughter could be heard, "Young Master Xiao, your cultivation is exceptional, but there is no need to express it in such a manner!"

The members of the Xiao family in the entire hall also began to laugh. The great elder behind the magic stone slightly furrowed his brows, but said nothing. However, he felt a bit regretful in his heart. Xiao Jian had good talent and was relatively diligent in his cultivation, but his capacity was too small. In the future, his prospects would surely not be very high. It was uncertain whether this young boy could withstand the ten-year agreement six months later.

Xiao Chen remained silent with a cold expression. Is this really his elder brother? Instead of comforting him, he took the lead in insulting him. What use is such an elder brother? It would be better not to have one at all

A surge of resentment from the depths of his soul violently struck Xiao Chen, I am unwilling! Is it you? Xiao Chen murmured to himself, this resentment from the depths of his soul is the very soul of this body, which, although long extinguished, has today unleashed the accumulated resentment of eight years within him, he is unwilling!

Xiao Chen and the * picture * book remained still, merely observing this group of people with cold eyes, their thoughts unknown. Xiao Jian slowly approached the crowd, which automatically parted to create a path, watching Xiao Chen with a mocking smile.

Unwilling to accept this

Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes wide, a flash of brilliance swept across, and the previous numbness and indifference were completely dispelled, replaced by a resolute expression. I, Xiao Chen, will never be a useless person for a lifetime!

Unwilling!

A murmur of astonishment spread through the crowd, questioning how this useless person could escape from Xiao Jian's grasp. Although Xiao Jian had not utilized the energy within his body, his realm had already reached the pinnacle of a high-level martial artist, just one step away from attaining the realm of a martial master, several levels above Xiao Chen. Could it be that this useless person had encountered some fortuitous event and had already condensed a martial soul?

You are Xiao Chen, and I am also Xiao Chen. Let me, Xiao Chen, lead you to live, to cleanse the humiliation of these eight years, and let those who laughed at you, insulted you, and mocked you know what regret truly means

Xiao Chen knelt on one knee on the ground, his forehead drenched in sweat. After channeling energy from m.hetushu.com, Xiao Jian's hand pressed heavily on his shoulder with the weight of a thousand pounds, rendering him unable to move no matter how hard he tried.

Xiao Chen extended his right hand to press against the sealing stone, channeling the faint spiritual energy within his body. A thread of spiritual energy flowed from his dantian along the meridians through the various acupoints in his arm, rapidly converging at the palm of his right hand. The sealing stone, which was pressed against his palm, began to change color, gradually transforming from its initial pure white to a light red.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes, his clenched fists digging sharply into his flesh, blood slowly seeping out, and his body trembled incessantly

"Xiao Chen, ninth rank of soul refining, has made no progress at all," said the Grand Elder Xiao Qiang, who was sealed by the Demon Stone, with no trace of emotion.

Very well, you have accepted. Seven days from now, I will challenge you to a life-and-death duel here. From today onwards, you will no longer be my elder brother, never again!" Xiao Chen said coldly to Xiao Jian, his voice as frigid as if it came from the depths of the underworld.

Xiao Jian had just executed these several strikes, all utilizing his vital energy. His cultivation level as a peak Shufeng martial artist was fully exerted to half its capacity. Just now, in front of a large crowd, Xiao Chen had embarrassed him, and he had no intention of letting Xiao Chen off so easily.

Young Master Xiao is indeed Young Master Xiao, even kneeling with such grace

A torn piece of cloth flew over and struck his face fiercely, the force so great that it left a mark on Xiao Jian's face. The cloth had been torn from Xiao Chen's sleeve, and naturally, it was Xiao Chen who had made the move.

However, when he pulled, he found that he could not move Xiao Chen's wrist at all, which startled him. How could this useless person be so strong? He was just about to use his energy to make Xiao Chen submit.

In just a short while, beads of sweat covered Xiao Chen's forehead, as if the sealing stone had a吸力, causing the spiritual energy within him to continuously flow out. However, the color of the sealing stone remained a faint red, showing no further change.

Xiao Jian, who was rejected by Xiao Chen, was momentarily taken aback, and then his expression turned unpleasant. How dare you, Xiao Chen, make me lose face in front of so many people? With a sullen face, he followed Xiao Chen, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the one who had insulted Xiao Chen first.