The Wu family members were filled with pride at Yang Chen's praise, thinking he was trying to curry favor and surrender.
But in Wu Zhong's ears, it felt harsh.
Yang Chen's words sounded more like an elder commending a junior, as if he had finally trained a little and received some compliments.
"You little brat, stop boasting!" Wu Zhong roared angrily and lunged at Yang Chen.
Wu Zhong's momentum was overwhelming; when still, he seemed calm, but when he moved, he resembled a hunting python, darting fiercely with powerful energy, blowing dust off the ground around them.
Seeing this scene, Wu Yihan's face turned pale.
Although he knew Yang Chen was very strong, Wu Zhong's displayed strength was too shocking for him. He wasn't even sure if Yang Chen could be Wu Zhong's match.
However, in a contest between masters, victory often comes in an instant.
