"Ye Yu, you step aside first. Don't worry, I'll stand up for you." Chen Yang shook his head, too lazy to bother with Wu Xiongba. He had already confirmed that this person was purely an idiot, leaving him speechless.
However, upon careful thought, it was quite normal. Just like a farmer could never imagine the life of an emperor, Wu Xiongba, as a city-level Martial Arts Association President, could never reach Chen Yang's level.
While the Southern Emperor's reputation was great, the most terrifying battles were only circulated among the top levels of the martial arts world, and those at the bottom simply didn't have the channels to know about them, thus leading to a cognitive error.
For example, Wu Xiongba actually thought he could defeat the Southern Emperor.
"Damn it! Are you looking down on me?" Wu Xiongba was furious. Seeing that Chen Yang didn't take him seriously, he felt insulted.
