161: Chapter 163 The Despicable Outsider
Lu Chen walked onto the arena stage with a calm expression.
His steps were steady.
He was composed and unhurried.
As he crossed the boundary of the arena,
his entire aura underwent a change.
He became focused and indifferent.
A B-rank aura was released silently.
"Damn, he's way too handsome. Are all the people on this planet this good-looking?"
Someone in the front row whispered.
Meanwhile, in a private viewing box above,
Freya was also watching.
This guy certainly does look quite good.
"Then let's see if his other aspects are just as outstanding,"
she couldn't help but think to herself.
Lu Chen stood in the center of the arena,
with his hands behind his back,
waiting for his opponent.
The robot announced once again,
its voice echoing across the arena.
"Now, we welcome another promising young Genius warrior. Let's see if he can defeat this Genius from a Class-XXX civilization."
At the same time,
a young man stepped forward.
His temperament was steady,
and his expression was calm.
He looked at Lu Chen,
with indifference in his eyes.
It was as if the commentator and the surrounding audience
did not exist to him.
He spoke slowly,
his voice low and cold.
"I don't know what's so special about your civilization. But remember this: no matter what happens, you are outsiders, and you will always be outsiders."
"Even if you possess the same Bloodline as us."
"Remember, even if a Beggar suddenly strikes it rich, he is still just a parvenu."
Lu Chen's expression did not change.
"So, people here have different opinions as well, don't they?"
He thought calmly.
"It's just that I happened to meet some good people here before, that's all."
He looked directly into the young man's eyes
and spoke slowly,
his voice flat but carried an unshakable will.
"Whether I am an Origin Human Race or not doesn't matter. Whether my Bloodline is pure doesn't matter either."
"The only thing that matters is that I can crush you with a single finger."
Lu Chen slowly raised a pinky finger in front of him.
"Everything in this Universe is determined by power. So stop acting like an uncivilized barbarian; let's have a fair fight and see who's superior."
"Otherwise, what's the difference between you and a crying child who wants milk?"
There was a dead silence in the stands.
Was he talking about Jiu Luo?
This youth... he's really bold.
To humiliate Jiu Luo like that.
His luck is truly bad.
To face Jiu Luo in his very first battle after arriving.
Jiu Luo was a well-known peerless Genius when he was at C-rank.
Now he has already achieved a Breakthrough to the first level of B-rank.
Many believe
that he might soon break into the top 50 of the rankings.
Jiu Luo's eyes narrowed.
However, he didn't speak again.
Instead, with deliberate movements, he slowly unsheathed the longsword at his waist.
"Then I'll show you,"
he spoke slowly,
his voice low,
his gaze full of contempt.
"Just how superior we are compared to lower life forms like you."
Jiu Luo gripped the longsword tightly,
his knuckles turning white from the force.
His figure flashed,
appearing before Lu Chen in the blink of an eye.
His movement was so fast
that the air let out a faint boom.
Before the sonic boom even subsided,
he had already arrived silently in front of him.
This move of his
exploded across the entire arena like a clap of thunder,
instantly triggering a tsunami of gasps and cheers.
Lu Chen stood where he was,
still watching him with that nonchalant gaze,
as if the killing intent in Jiu Luo's eyes was nothing more than a breeze disturbing a pleasant dream.
The calmness in his pupils was far too condescending.
It was a form of contempt that didn't even acknowledge him as an opponent.
This Soul-deep disdain caused something inside Jiu Luo to crack.
He could no longer endure such humiliation.
He wanted to crush this outsider,
along with his arrogance, beneath his feet.
He longed to see fear show in those indifferent eyes,
those eyes that hadn't shown a ripple since the match began.
They were too detestable.
Although this wasn't the real world,
the pain inflicted on the battlefield was no illusion.
Every strike,
every bone fracture,
every tear of flesh,
could be felt from body to Soul, deep into the very marrow of his bones.
Jiu Luo intended to defeat Lu Chen
and then slowly torture him,
making him savor endless agony,
before forcing him to surrender.
He was a noble on Origin Star.
Born into a traditional Origin family that claimed their Bloodline was purer than any other Origin Human Race's.
He opposed the Alliance's racial policies.
He utterly loathed the policy of transforming those ants from low-level civilizations into the Origin Human Race
simply because they showed some insignificant potential.
This disgust made his stomach churn.
He dreamed of the day his strength would become great enough
to rewrite these loathsome rules,
to purge those diluted Bloodlines,
and make the Origin Human Race Bloodline pure and great once again.
All his ambitions,
all his loathing,
all his darkness,
all transformed into endless resentment,
pouring into the longsword he held high.
It began to shimmer with a faint red light.
The blade hummed,
continuously devouring the surrounding energy.
His gaze was vicious,
energy boiled throughout his body,
and he aimed directly at Lu Chen's undefended neck,
slashing down fiercely.
Yet, Lu Chen remained motionless.
He merely looked at him indifferently,
his gaze distant and detached,
as if he were watching a child throwing a tantrum.