Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 246 - Give an Explanation

Everyone’s gaze was on the main battle platform, their eyes wide and mouths agape.

Just like that, Zhao Qian was... killed with a punch!

Many people’s eyes flashed with horror.

Didn’t the Chen Clan have a weak foundation, incapable of standing up against the prestigious clans of Watermoon City? How could Zhao Qian, the talented Zhao Clan descendant, be defeated in just two punches in the first battle?

A sense of disbelief crept into the thoughts of many, and some even rubbed their eyes, questioning if what they saw was an illusion.

Suddenly, a bright voice broke the silence in the martial arts arena.

“Good! Very good!” cheered Chen Fan, standing up from his seat with a sharp gaze.

“Chen Chuge, you did very well! The only fitting outcome for those who dare to insult our clan is death!"

While others hesitated to kill the Zhao Clan members, the Chen Clan had no such reservations.

Earlier, Zhao Qian had spouted arrogant words and insulted his Chen Clan, calling them country bumpkins. If it were not for the City Clash Convention’s rules, Chen Fan would have turned Zhao Qian into a paste with a slap.

The crowd finally came back to their senses from their shock.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan’s arrogant and haughty words naturally drew the fierce gazes of the Zhao Clan members. Even Yuanfu realm experts were staring at him icily, and their gazes were like blades, filled with killing intent.

Zhao De threw a cold stare at Chen Zhengqing.

Earlier, when he tried to intervene and stop Chen Chuge from delivering the fatal blow, Chen Zhengqing had used his aura to thwart him, injuring him in the process.

“Patriarch Chen, you need to give our Zhao Clan an explanation for this!” Zhao De said coldly.

Chen Zhengqing laughed coldly in response. “What explanation?”

“Zhao Qian clearly admitted defeat. The match was over at that point. So when Chen Chuge wanted to deal the final blow, I stepped in, but you stopped me. Why?" Zhao De questioned coldly.

On the Zhao Clan’s side, some from the younger generation clamored.

“That’s right, you need to give our Zhao Clan an explanation!”

“Hmph, we must get this brat from Chen Clan to pay with his life!”

Chen Zhengqing smiled coldly and said, “He had already admitted defeat? Who heard Zhao Qian say the word ‘defeat?’”

Although he had displayed signs of surrender and even uttered “I admit,” he failed to say the crucial word “defeat.”

Zhao De’s expression turned somewhat ugly, and he could not help but curse Zhao Qian for his stupidity inside.

He clearly could have surrendered with only two words, but Zhao Qian had to call out three. He had failed to utter the final word. Who could say Zhao Qian had admitted defeat?

“No one heard Zhao Qian say ‘defeat.’ Is it because he’s your Zhao Clan’s descendant that others have to stay their hand and wait for him to recover before continuing the match?”

Chen Zhengqing’s words caused Zhao De’s expression to change once more.

Smack!

Chen Zhengqing simultaneously slammed his palm on the armrest. A powerful aura erupted from him, sweeping across the sun and moon. He said with an icy voice, “The rules were established by the Zhao Clan, not my Chen Clan. Our junior did not violate any rules. However, as the competition referee, you attempted to intervene. Don’t you think an explanation is owed to my Chen Clan?”

Zhao De’s complexion immediately turned pale. The tables had turned, and now the Zhao Clan lacked a justifiable stance. After all, he had broken the rules before so many people.

“Hoho, that’s right, Zhao De. Give him an explanation! Just because your clan is connected to the Watermoon City\'s city lord doesn\'t grant you the privilege to disregard the rules,” Qian Tongtian said with a smile.

“That’s right. What significance does this City Clash Convention hold if you arbitrarily interfered due to your Zhao Clan\'s junior being at a disadvantage? Why doesn’t your Zhao Clan just play with itself then?” said Zhang Clan’s Zhang Huaiyuan.

Even the spectating crowd were murmuring among themselves.

Chen Fan’s eyes flickered. He noted that those demanding an explanation from Zhao De included the Qian Clan, Zhang Clan, Zhou Clan, and Lǚ Clan, while the Zheng Clan, Li Clan, Sun Clan, and others remained silent, seemingly detached from the situation.

Have the Qian, Zhang, Zhou, and Lǚ clans not joined forces with the Zhao Clan? Chen thought.

At this juncture, asking Zhao De for an explanation was synonymous with demanding accountability from the entire Zhao Clan.

If the Qian Clan, Zhang Clan, and the others had joined hands with the Zhao Clan, they probably also would not have said a word.

However, Chen Fan couldn\'t be entirely certain of such an alliance.

Suddenly, a curse rang out.

“Outrageous!”

Zhao Kongming threw a powerful palm strike at Zhao De, making him cough up blood. “Scram to the clan’s ancestral hall and reflect upon yourself behind closed doors.”

“Yes.”

Zhao De hurriedly nodded, flying towards the mansion\'s depths. Yet, as he passed, his icy gaze swept over the seated Chen Clan members.

Zhao Kongming cupped his fists toward Chen Zhengqing and said, “Brother Chen, are you satisfied with this?”

“Hoho, of course, I am.” Chen Zhengqing smiled, retracted his aura, and sat down.

A subtle gleam flickered in Zhao Kongming\'s eyes as he proposed, “To ensure fairness in the competition, is anyone present not from the eleven great clans willing to act as a referee?”

The crowd was intrigued, but no one volunteered.

Although many people had come to watch the competition, with numerous being rogue Yuanfu realm cultivators, acting as a referee was a job that could offend others.

After all, it was not easy to be fair and impartial.

Moreover, if any of the prestigious clan’s juniors admitted defeat, but the referee was slow to stop the match and failed to save them, this would become their responsibility.

A faint laughter rang out. An elder with white hair and a white beard stepped forward. “Hoho, since no one is willing to volunteer, this old man will do it.”

“It’s Wanderer Dead Tree. He’s a powerhouse at the third level of the Yuanfu realm!”

The crowd immediately recognized this elder. He was a famous rogue cultivator of Watermoon City with great strength, Wanderer Dead Tree.

Zhao Kongming chuckled and said, “Hoho, you have my gratitude, Wanderer Dead Tree.”

They moved on from the farce and continued the martial arts meet.

“Hear my orders, Zhao Clan descendants. No need to hold back if you encounter those from the Chen Clan. Kill without mercy!” declared Zhao Ziyang in an ice-cold tone, his words dripping with deadly intent.

Chen Chuge killing Zhao Qian was no different from slapping the Zhao Clan in the face. As the Zhao Clan’s Young Patriarch, Zhao Ziyang had no intention of letting the matter slide.

“Yes, kill without mercy!”

The eyes of the remaining six Zhao Clan participants gleamed with chilling determination as they focused on the Chen Clan\'s participants. The coldness in their gazes made them seem like corpses, devoid of all emotions.

“Brat, you better pray not to run into me. You dare kill my Zhao Clan’s people. I’ll make you die a miserable death!”

Zhao Ziyang’s cold gaze fell onto Chen Chuge. Then, it swept across Chen Qingqing and the others. “And the same goes for you people!”

He would definitely kill those from the Chen Clan!

“Hear my orders, Chen Clan members. Kill every Zhao Clan member you encounter!” Chen Fan’s ice-cold words resounded, covering the heaven and earth in a layer of frost.

“Hoo...”

The crowd shrunk their necks when they heard what Zhao Ziyang and Chen Fan had said.

The Zhao Clan wanted to kill the Chen Clan’s people, while Chen Fan had told the Chen Clan to kill every Zhao Clan member they encountered. This was undoubtedly a challenge to the entire Zhao Clan. They truly had no idea why Chen Fan was so confident.

In their eyes, Chen Chuge was likely the strongest junior among the Chen Clan, and that was why he could kill Zhao Qian. However, it seemed implausible for the others to possess similar cultivation and strength.