Villain : After Slacking Off, The Protagonist Collapse-Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Summon the Supreme of Yin Yang Sea!

“Past grievances are inevitable. There’s no helping it!”

“Don’t worry—I’ll avenge you! I’ll beat that guy so badly he won’t dare act so arrogant again!” the Pure Yang Holy Son said with a confident laugh, patting Qin Ershi on the shoulder like an older brother standing up for a younger sibling.

Qin Ershi, however, looked helpless and exasperated.

“You’d better not make a fool of yourself,” Qin Ershi replied with a sigh. “Don’t underestimate him just because his ranking is lower than yours. That guy isn’t simple, and his methods are tricky.”

“They’re unpredictable and hard to guard against, which is why I lost. Still, those methods are part of his strength, so there’s no point making excuses. A loss is a loss,” he added, shrugging off the Pure Yang Holy Son’s hand with a bitter expression.

“If I had known earlier that you were planning to fight him, I would’ve stopped you! I don’t need anyone to avenge me—I’ll settle the score myself.”

Every extraordinary prodigy carries their own pride. If they fall, they prefer to rise again on their own rather than rely on others to save face.

If Qin Ershi had been willing to ask for help, he might have sought Jiang Chen’s assistance. But doing so felt beneath him.

Besides, the gap between Jiang Chen and Tianyang Zhenren was immense and difficult to fathom. Even the Jiang Chen of ten years ago could have easily crushed Tianyang Zhenren with a single slap.

“It’s not just about avenging you,” the Pure Yang Holy Son explained lightly. “I’ve never fought a disciple of a forbidden zone before, and I want to see what they’re capable of.”

The Pure Yang Holy Son’s curiosity was piqued. Forbidden zones had always been mysterious and feared by the various factions. Though their secrets were gradually coming to light, they remained enigmatic.

Most of the powerful beings within forbidden zones were ancient supremes who had severed their cultivation to prolong their lives. Even so, forbidden zones still inspired awe.

What intrigued the Pure Yang Holy Son was the potential of their disciples, personally selected and trained by ancient supremes.

How strong were they? What qualities had earned them the attention of such formidable figures?

“It’s not like there hasn’t been a forbidden zonegod before,” he continued, smirking slightly. “One appeared a while back, but Jiang Chen dealt with him in one slap.”

Suddenly, a thunderous boom resounded through the sky, echoing across the land with astonishing speed. A towering figure stood in the heavens, radiant and imposing like a solar deity overlooking the world.

Blazing divine power surged outward, raising the temperature across a vast area of tens of thousands of miles.

“Where is the Pure Yang Holy Son? I have arrived for our duel!” The voice was deep and resonant, like the tolling of a massive bell.

It carried a suffocating pressure that left many breathless.

Tianyang Zhenren had arrived.

This disciple of the Yin Yang Sea radiated an overwhelming aura, heavy with authority and majesty. His mere presence terrified countless beings in the ancient city, as if a god had descended to suppress the world.

“He’s here!”

“It’s finally starting!”

“This Tianyang Zhenren is extraordinary!”

“In just a few months, he’s already defeated several monstrous prodigies. Last time, he even beat Qin Ershi. But will he be able to defeat the Pure Yang Holy Son this time?”

“Their cultivation realms aren’t far apart, but the Pure Yang Holy Son seems stronger. Can he handle Tianyang Zhenren, though?”

“It’s hard to say. The Pure Yang Holy Son is no ordinary figure—he’s battled and defeated countless prodigies from ancient imperial clans. His only loss was to Huang Qingtian, who even praised him as a rare rival in the Nine Heavens Realm.”

“Tianyang Zhenren, however, is no joke. He’s a disciple of a forbidden zone, personally trained by an ancient supreme. That alone makes him remarkable!”

“True, but forbidden zonegods have appeared before, and they were defeated all the same!”

“Do you remember who crushed them?”

“The Primordial Holy Son Holy Land, of course. If Jiang Chen can suppress even ancient emperor’s, what’s a mere disciple?”

Tianyang Zhenren’s arrival was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples that spread rapidly. The entire city was stirred, with countless beings eagerly awaiting the battle.

Many had traveled to the city specifically to witness this duel, their anticipation growing over the long wait. Now that the fight was finally about to begin, excitement swept through the crowd.

Both fighters had their supporters.

On one side was Tianyang Zhenren, who had emerged only a few months ago yet had already defeated multiple monstrous prodigies, including Qin Ershi. His meteoric rise and string of victories drew considerable admiration.

On the other side was the Pure Yang Holy Son, a veteran prodigy of an immortal faction. Over the past decade, he had garnered immense acclaim, defeating numerous challengers from ancient imperial clans. His only loss was to Huang Qingtian.

The two were evenly matched in terms of achievements, but the forbidden zonegod’s mysterious background and the tutelage of an ancient emperlr gave Tianyang Zhenren an edge in the eyes of many.

“You’re early,” the Pure Yang Holy Son said as he stepped out of the pavilion. His aura surged, filling the heavens with overwhelming power. The Pure Yang Dao radiated from him like the scorching light of the sun, incinerating all in its path.

Encased in a fiery glow, he resembled a solar deity descending upon the world. His immense pressure shocked the crowd, leaving many feeling uneasy.

Both cultivators embodied the Dao of Yang. While their interpretations differed, the essence remained the same—unyielding, fiery, and brilliant like the blazing sun.

The confrontation felt like the clash of two suns, their intense auras already suffocating the onlookers before the battle had even begun.

The oppressive heat was nearly unbearable. If not for the durability of the ancient city’s materials, the entire area might have been reduced to ash.

“Do you think I would lose to you?” Tianyang Zhenren sneered coldly. “If you were the Primordial Holy Son, I might take this seriously. But you? You’re not worth mentioning!”

The Pure Yang Holy Son raised an eyebrow in amusement. ‘Well, well, looks like I’ve met my match.’

He studied Tianyang Zhenren, whose appearance seemed honest and straightforward, even a bit naive. Yet beneath that exterior, it was clear the man was as skilled as him in psychological warfare, adept at using words to unnerve his opponent before the battle even began.

This was a tactic the Pure Yang Holy Son himself often employed—mocking and provoking his opponent to upset their focus. While it didn’t always make a huge difference, even a moment’s loss of composure could alter the outcome of a fight at a critical juncture.

Of course, it was also possible that Tianyang Zhenren was like the Azure Dragon Clan—arrogant by nature, born with their noses pointed skyward.

However, after careful observation, the Pure Yang Holy Son concluded that Tianyang Zhenren was different. His deep, unwavering gaze lacked the arrogance of one who thought themselves superior to the heavens.

“Stop boasting!” the Pure Yang Holy Son retorted sharply. “The Primordial Holy Son is right here. If you’re as capable as you claim, I’ll step aside and let him take over. I wonder if you’d have the courage to face him!”

Tianyang Zhenren’s expression stiffened briefly, his eyes flickering as he considered whether Jiang Chen might actually be nearby.

He had heard that Jiang Chen had not appeared in public for years, and the Pure Yang Holy Son was infamous for his sharp tongue. It was likely just a bluff, using Jiang Chen’s reputation to pressure him.

Regaining his composure, Tianyang Zhenren’s tone turned cold. “Pure Yang Holy Son, stop using the Primordial Holy Son to intimidate me. Even if he were here, so what?

“I am a disciple of an ancient emperor. Do you think I would fear him?” Convinced the Pure Yang Holy Son was bluffing, Tianyang Zhenren decided to press forward.

After all, if Jiang Chen truly wasn’t present, he had nothing to lose by asserting his dominance and pushing back against the Pure Yang Holy Son’s taunts.

“Are you sure about that?” The Pure Yang Holy Son’s smile widened, his tone playful.

The crowd’s gaze shifted to Tianyang Zhenren, eager to see how he would react.

“Of course!” Tianyang Zhenren replied firmly, his face calm and collected as if he truly wasn’t afraid of Jiang Chen.

This bold stance earned him some admiration from the onlookers. The aura of a forbidden zonegod seemed to give him unshakable confidence.