“What?”

Wu Junyan’s right hand trembled slightly, causing the wine cup to hover in mid-air. His eyes were filled with astonishment.

Zhangsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha’s child were momentarily stunned and turned their heads to look.

“Our duel has never been completed. This time, we have the opportunity to spar.”

In truth, Chen Qingyuan didn’t want to fight with his brothers, but to fulfill his promise to the Red-Dressed Girl, he had no choice.

“Forget it, I’m not in the mood right now.”

In the past, Wu Junyan had always wanted to have a match with Chen Qingyuan. Unfortunately, too many things had happened, causing them to miss their duel. Now, he had lost interest.

“Come on!” Chen Qingyuan insisted, “A duel is a duel; it can’t be canceled.”

“Chen, this isn’t like you.”

Wu Junyan frowned slightly, finding Chen Qingyuan’s behavior odd.

“I’m just keeping my promise,” Chen Qingyuan said righteously.

“Really?” Wu Junyan scrutinized him with a skeptical gaze.

“Of course,” Chen Qingyuan nodded. “If you don’t want to fight, we can change the method.”

As he spoke, the fragrant tea and fine wine on the table floated into the air, and a chessboard landed on the table.

This was no ordinary chess; it required the power of the soul to control.

The chess game could reflect the strength of both sides, though not absolutely. After all, in a real fight, even a slight flaw could change the outcome if their strengths were close.

“Alright.”

Wu Junyan nodded, finding this method acceptable.

Thus, the two began to play chess.

Zhangsun Fengye and the Buddha’s child sat nearby, watching silently.

This game of chess lasted for several days.

Each piece placed required immense effort. The pieces were as heavy as mountains, weighing billions of pounds.

Their souls entered the game, surrounded by a fog, unable to distinguish north from south.

The situation was tense, with frequent conflicts. The black and white pieces clashed continuously, like two armies in battle. Sometimes, the situation was calm, like a clear spring with occasional ripples.

Gradually, the balance of the game was broken. Chen Qingyuan took the offensive, while Wu Junyan defended.

As they played, a barrier of laws formed around them, making it impossible for anyone to approach.

To avoid disturbing them, Zhangsun Fengye and the Buddha’s child retreated a hundred meters, their faces solemn.

A layer of fog appeared on the mountaintop, obscuring everyone’s bodies, as well as the chessboard and pieces.

“Click!”

With a move, Chen Qingyuan captured more than ten of Wu Junyan’s pieces, gaining the upper hand.

Wu Junyan continued to defend, sweat appearing on his forehead.

An hour later, Wu Junyan’s mental strength was extremely tense. The piece in his hand never landed on the board.

After a stalemate, Wu Junyan relaxed his body, his aura dissipating with the wind. “Forget it, I admit defeat!”

Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan exhaled deeply, the pressure suddenly easing.

Playing chess with Wu Junyan was not about skill but a battle of minds. It was as if two little figures were fighting on the board, one black and one white, representing Wu Junyan and Chen Qingyuan.

Seeing that Wu Junyan still had some strength left, everyone knew he hadn’t used his full power.

“There’s no need to be too serious when sparring with friends.”

Wu Junyan had never revealed his trump card to outsiders, as he had promised his master not to show it unless in a life-and-death situation.

Winning or losing didn’t matter to Wu Junyan.

“Anyway, you lost.”

Chen Qingyuan noted it down in his little book, considering it part of fulfilling his third promise.

Wu Junyan smiled slightly, not minding at all.

When did this guy’s chess skills get so high?

In the past, when I played chess with him, I never found him this good!

Zhangsun Fengye’s expression was slightly surprised, recalling the times Chen Qingyuan used to cheat.

“I don’t believe it.” Zhangsun Fengye was highly skeptical and stepped forward. “Old Chen, let’s have a game.”

“No.” Chen Qingyuan shook his head.

“Why not?”

Zhangsun Fengye was taken aback, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

His eyes seemed to say, you can play chess with Old Wu, but not with me?

Annoyed and unhappy.

“I want to have a proper fight with you, not solve it with chess.”

Chen Qingyuan slowly stood up, speaking in a calm tone, with a slight smile on his lips.

“Fight? Why do we need to fight?”

Zhangsun Fengye wasn’t afraid, just puzzled.

“Your other side is really annoying. I’ve been holding back for a long time.”

Chen Qingyuan said honestly.

Hearing this, Zhangsun Fengye frowned, not knowing what to say.

“Madman, come on!”

In a flash, Chen Qingyuan had already taken out his Silver Spear, ready for a fight.

Since the Silver Spear was already exposed, there was no need for Chen Qingyuan to hide it.

“Alright, let’s have a good spar.”

Zhangsun Fengye had often thought of competing with Chen Qingyuan but never had the chance.

Now that Chen Qingyuan had brought it up, there was no reason to refuse.

“Let’s use forbidden techniques right away!”

In a normal state, Zhangsun Fengye had no chance of confronting Chen Qingyuan head-on.

Zhangsun Fengye knew this well, so he lifted the seal, releasing his second personality.

In just a few breaths, Zhangsun Fengye’s face was covered with black Dao Marks, his smile became extremely sinister, his eyes were covered with black pupils, and he exuded an aura that was both demonic and monstrous.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue, licking his darkened lips, looking very eerie.

If it weren’t known that Zhangsun Fengye could control this forbidden technique, Daochen Buddha’s child would have been unable to resist stepping in to subdue the demon.

“Chen Qingyuan, are you really going to fight?”

Zhangsun Fengye took a step forward, standing tens of meters away from Chen Qingyuan, his hoarse voice tinged with a bit of evil.

“What, are you scared?”

Chen Qingyuan held the Silver Spear in his right hand, pointing the spearhead provocatively.

“Scared?” Zhangsun Fengye’s second personality didn’t even know how to spell “scared,” being extremely arrogant, his smile unusually sinister, almost reaching his ears. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to kill me.”

“You’re something!”

This wasn’t the first time Chen Qingyuan had heard this. Every time Zhangsun Fengye revealed his second personality, he would be this arrogant, making people want to strike.

In the past, there was no opportunity, and the chances weren’t great.

Now, Chen Qingyuan was determined to fulfill Zhangsun Fengye’s wish and beat him to a pulp.

“Can you really take me down?”

Zhangsun Fengye licked his lips, tilting his head to the left, his black pupils marked with complex and eerie Dao Marks, his expression quite grim, hard to describe.

“You’ll find out soon.”

He actually said I couldn’t do it, how could I tolerate that?

Chen Qingyuan no longer wasted words with Zhangsun Fengye and charged with his spear.

“Bang!”

In an instant, the Silver Spear thrust towards Zhangsun Fengye, who raised his hand to block it.

His extreme physical skills were harder than many divine weapons.

No wonder Zhangsun Fengye was so formidable when he went mad.

However, since Chen Qingyuan had decided to fight him, he had some confidence in winning.

The initial moves were just probing; the subsequent moves would become increasingly powerful. It remained to be seen if Zhangsun Fengye could withstand them.