Chen Yang stepped out from the crowd at a leisurely pace, his gaze calm as still water as he fixed it on the scar-faced man.
The scar-faced man had originally been utterly disdainful of Chen Yang, but when he saw Chen Yang's eyes—calm as water—his heart inexplicably tightened for a moment.
For him to have cultivated to the Late-stage Condensation Realm, naturally he'd had plenty of opportunities and seen quite a bit.
He just couldn't figure it out: a young man barely over twenty, how strong could he possibly be?
"Hahaha, boss, if you really don't have anyone, just admit defeat already. Why send someone to die for nothing?"
"That's right, just concede. This little brother's skin is so tender—don't let our boss slice him clean in half with one swing."
...
The other bandits didn't have the scar-faced man's intuition or vision.
Seeing Chen Yang step out, they burst into unrestrained laughter, mocking wildly and hurling jeers.
