"Xiaoxue, who is this person?"
Without saying anything, Little Tyrant extended his right hand and pointed at Lin Chen standing before her, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Can’t you see now? He’s my boyfriend. Stop pestering me from now on."
If an ordinary person were struck like this, they would surely back down, but Little Tyrant’s thick skin left everyone astounded.
It’s said that he once withstood a bomb blast with his face.
"Xiaoxue, I hope you think it over clearly. Where did this guy come from? Can you tell me?" Little Tyrant clenched his fists, his body burning with fury.
Because, in Little Tyrant’s eyes, Nangong Xue was simply slapping him in the face.
Little Tyrant had never failed in pursuing anyone; many women had fawned over him, wishing to be the one by his side.
He originally thought pursuing Nangong Xue was a sure thing, but he faced repeated setbacks. Now, Nangong Xue was turning a blind eye to him and found herself with a poor guy like this.
"I think this guy is not only poor and down-on-his-luck, but also probably a waste."
Many agreed wholeheartedly.
Little Tyrant was renowned in the Nangong family not just because of his noble lineage as the eldest son of the Sima family, but more importantly, his extraordinary talent.
Widely recognized as the top genius among the three major families, with great skill and strength.
"Even if I’m a pauper, what of it? Maybe I have nothing, but I have Xiaoxue."
Lin Chen’s acting skills indeed commanded respect; he turned to glance at Nangong Xue beside him with unprecedented affection and tenderness in his eyes.
Many found Lin Chen’s display utterly nauseating.
Thinking about how he was relying on others without shame was truly shocking.
"How can this person be so disgusting? Shamelessly talking about such things while relying on others."
Many people expressed similar sentiments, sneering at Lin Chen.
"Hey you, do you have the guts to fight me?"
Many could see there was no aura around Lin Chen, no cultivation level, which was enough to prove he had lost all his strength.
In a moment, defeating Lin Chen would be incredibly easy for Little Tyrant.
Many watched Lin Chen with gloating eyes.
"You say you want to fight me, so I must fight you? I’m telling you, I won’t fight you."
"Turns out you’re just a waste who can’t defeat me," said Lin Chen, not batting an eyelid, since from a certain point of view, he couldn’t beat him right now.
"Yes, I can’t beat you now, but I can be with Xiaoxue; what can you do about it? Why don’t you eat me?" Lin Chen spoke with a thoroughly smug attitude.
More and more people developed a distaste for Lin Chen.
Little Tyrant trembled slightly all over, clenching his fists, never imagining this guy could be so contemptible.
"Do you have the guts to repeat what you just said?"
Lin Chen naturally dismissed Little Tyrant’s threat, yawned, and then looked at him, repeating his words word for word.
"I said, I’m just a waste, but I can be with Xue’er; what can you do about it?" Lin Chen resolutely conveyed his viewpoint.
The person beside them heard this, grew furious beyond measure, and prepared to charge forward, fist aimed at Lin Chen’s chest.
Lin Chen knew full well if that punch hit his chest, it might render him severely wounded.
At this moment, Nangong Xue suddenly stepped forward, extending her hand to clash with the opponent’s fist mid-air.
Given Nangong Xue’s prior severe injuries, her current abilities certainly weren’t stronger than Little Tyrant; she flew backward and crashed into the wall behind her.
Little Tyrant didn’t expect his punch to injure the girl he loved so much, leaving him deeply remorseful.
He prepared to rush forward to lift Nangong Xue from the ground, but Nangong Xue stopped him.
"Get lost, don’t come near me, if you step closer again, I’ll die right in front of you."
Nangong Xue couldn’t understand why her clear expression of distaste for him wasn’t enough for this shameless person to stop.
"Xue’er, can you tell me why you don’t like me?"
Nangong Xue smiled faintly upon hearing this.
"No reason, just don’t like, that’s all." As she said this, her eyes were filled with unprecedented disgust.
In Nangong Xue’s view, this person wasn’t worthy of comparison to her; he was indeed beneath her.
The person hearing this had little to say; he understood the choice made by the other party.
Since it was like this, what more could he say?
Lin Chen gradually approached Nangong Xue, then draped an arm over her shoulder, eyes carrying a hint of challenge as he looked at the person not far away.
It was as if he were provoking him. Yes, he could be with her, what could he do?
"See? She’s my woman. You’ll never deserve to touch her in your lifetime," Lin Chen said, eyes filled with unprecedented contempt.
Little Tyrant tightly clenched his fists, body slightly trembling; he vowed to one day show this person some real power.
"Fine, you’ll regret it one day."
After saying this, Little Tyrant turned around and left.
Many people looked at Lin Chen with sympathy and pity because, in their eyes, Lin Chen was as good as dead.
Having offended Little Tyrant, he surely wouldn’t meet a good end.
Lin Chen himself disregarded this, feeling indifferent. A man lives in this world to be upright and straightforward; why should he live with fear?
He didn’t fear others’ evaluations of him; he wasn’t worried or frightened.
Meanwhile, on another continent, turmoil was already rising, yet no one had noticed.
Lin Chen doesn’t yet comprehend that in the entire Tianyuan Continent, he will once again create a legendary tale solely of his own.
Many haven’t realized that because of this youth’s arrival, many things will quietly begin to change.

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