Becoming a Saint From the Iron Armor Skill

You are strong. You will likely surpass me in the future, so I have no desire to slay you.

It would be a real shame to slay you!"

The moment the four men finished speaking, everyone present was stunned once again!

After all, these four were merely Perfect Martial Artists of the Bone Forger Realm, yet they spoke of slaying Martial Artists of the Bone Marrow Cleansing Realm as if it were as simple as breathing!

Yang Poman, in particular—the sallow-faced, short one—had bluntly called Wang Xiaowu and the other three Chiefs of the Brocade Guard useless trash in front of everyone!

And yet, the four Chiefs of the Brocade Guard didn’t even dare to utter a word in protest!

They didn’t even dare to show any sign of anger!

This alone showed just how formidable and terrifying the four Border Guards were!

If Chen Cheng faced them, his chances of survival would be slim to none!

Xia Lingfeng’s expression was grave as he remained silent.

Meanwhile, a complex emotion flickered deep within Jiang Botao’s eyes.

He had long expected Chen Cheng to face a setback, but he never thought it would come so soon.

’Heaven is jealous of the gifted,’ Jiang Botao thought. ’This young man, Chen Cheng, is a talent the likes of which Linji City hasn’t seen in decades. For him to perish here... it would be a true pity!’

A gleam of malicious pleasure flashed in the eyes of Wang Tingxuan, the Patriarch of the Wang Family.

In contrast, Patriarch Shen, Shen Mingyuan, was tense beyond belief.

The Shen Family had only just become in-laws with Chen Cheng, and all their hopes now rested on his shoulders.

If anything were to happen to Chen Cheng, the Shen Family’s power and influence would plummet.

The most anxious of all was Shen Qingshuang. She had unconsciously clenched her fists, her lips pressed into a thin line as she urgently tried to catch Shen Mingyuan’s eye.

However, Shen Mingyuan’s gaze was fixed on Chen Cheng, and he didn’t notice her at all.

Just as Shen Qingshuang was about to speak out, Shen Mingyuan finally glanced her way.

Shen Mingyuan understood her meaning. He immediately walked forward and said gravely to Chen Cheng, "Lord Chen, this is a life-and-death duel. It is far too dangerous. I urge you to reconsider."

Before Chen Cheng could reply, Wang Tingxuan interjected in a mocking tone, "Lord Shen, Lord Chen has already made his choice. He agreed to this duel in front of Lord Xiao.

Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be dissuading him now?

If Lord Chen were to go back on his word, wouldn’t that be a blatant show of disrespect for Lord Xiao’s authority?"

Greatly flustered, Shen Mingyuan shot back angrily, "Wang Tingxuan, you shut your mouth! Stop spouting such nonsense!

As the Lord Chief Director of the Inspection Department, Lord Xiao naturally values talent..."

"Enough!" Xiao Nianci interrupted Shen Mingyuan with a soft sigh. "I do indeed value talent. Whether or not to proceed with the duel—let Chen Cheng decide for himself."

Shen Mingyuan was instantly relieved, but Chen Cheng’s next words made his face drain of color in shock.

"It’s alright. I have this duel under control," Chen Cheng said calmly. He gave Shen Mingyuan a slight nod, then shot a small, reassuring smile at Shen Qingshuang from across the way, telling her not to worry.

"Sigh..." Shen Mingyuan could only let out a long sigh and return to his position.

When Shen Qingshuang saw Chen Cheng’s familiar smile, a sense of calm suddenly washed over her.

She remembered how he had been just as calm and composed when he helped her and Shen Qingyao escape from Ghostly Wound.

’Now that’s the man I, Shen Qingshuang, have chosen!’ she thought, a brilliant light glinting in her beautiful eyes.

’This young man is truly worthy of being Zheng Hun’s disciple!’ Xiao Nianci had not expected Chen Cheng to possess such nerve, and he praised him inwardly.

"Chen Cheng, have you decided who you will duel?" Xiao Nianci asked, his tone gentler than ever before.

"I have." Chen Cheng gave Xiao Nianci a slight bow before striding onto the main road.

He rested a hand on the saber at his hip and stood tall. His gaze swept unhurriedly over Yang Poman and the other three as he said calmly:

"All four of you can come at me at once."