A strange smile flickered across Zhang Ergou's face, momentarily startling Yun Feng.
A bad premonition arose in his heart.
He immediately unfurled his body to retreat, but it was too late.
Green roots, as thick as an arm, drilled out from the ground.
"Hold!" Zhang Ergou roared, and two roots coiled around Yun Feng's ankles.
Yun Feng hastily unleashed his lightning technique to strike the roots beneath his feet.
But the roots seemed to possess endless vitality; he cleaved some away, and more quickly grew back.
Zhang Ergou darted forward, his speed at its peak. While Yun Feng was still struggling with the plant roots, he grabbed Yun Feng's arm.
Next was Zhang Ergou's moment to shine.
Bang!
With a thunderous crash, Yun Feng, who had just gained the upper hand, was violently slammed to the ground.
Yun Feng's handsome face was contorted in pain; he was so badly thrown that he lost all combat ability.
"Ah... What's going on?" On the viewing platform, the crowd wore expressions of surprise, staring disbelievingly at the scene in the training arena.
It was clear that no one had anticipated Yun Feng's rapid defeat.
Even the true disciples of the major peaks sitting in the front row stared at Zhang Ergou with bewilderment.
Zhang Ergou's peculiar fighting style was troublesome even for them.
The situation here had already been reported to Xiayang Peak and Qiuyang Peak.
"Trash, all utter trash." Xiayang Sanren was furious that his own true disciple had been defeated by Zhang Ergou.
Upon hearing the report from his disciple, Qiuyang Sanren's expression froze: "This is embarrassing. We'll be laughed to death by those old fellows from Chuyang and Dongyang."
Zhang Ergou's strength had exceeded everyone's expectations; even Xiayang Sanren and Qiuyang Sanren had misjudged him.
The early emergence of the true disciples from the major peaks this time was due to the approaching outer sect competition, and the desire of Xiayang Sanren and Qiuyang Sanren for their disciples to curb Zhang Ergou's momentum.
Zhang Ergou's sudden rise was something the other major peak masters were unwilling to see.
Historically, the major peaks had been evenly matched. The emergence of an anomaly like Zhang Ergou was definitely not good news for the other three major peaks.
Compared to Qiuyang Sanren and Xiayang Sanren, Dongyang Sanren's expression was more intriguing. Xiayang Sanren had approached him earlier.
However, he had not immediately agreed to Xiayang Sanren's request, stating that he would decide based on the situation at the time. Su Dan Novels.
Now, it seemed his decision had been wise.
On a crooked-neck tree on Dongyang Peak, Dongyang Sanren stood with his hands clasped behind his back, muttering to himself, "That old fellow Chuyang has really hit the jackpot. Such a good seedling, and I didn't even get to encounter him. What a loss, what a loss..."
If Dongyang Sanren claimed not to envy Chuyang Sanren, that would be a lie.
On Chuyang Peak, upon hearing the news, Chuyang Sanren burst into laughter. Zhang Ergou had once again brought him great honor.
In fact, Chuyang Sanren was somewhat aware of the private machinations of the three major peak masters.
He had not intervened, intending to see the limits of this young disciple, Zhang Ergou.
He hadn't expected that this disciple he met by chance, Zhang Ergou, would once again give him a tremendous surprise.
Looking back now, it seemed a certain force had guided him when he went to that small place called Xinshan Village to seek opportunities.
"It is fate!" Chuyang Sanren stroked his beard, feeling inexplicably elated.
In the training arena, Yun Feng was in a sorry state.
Not only were his valuables directly plundered by Zhang Ergou, but even his robes were stripped off.
"This is outrageous! That Zhang Ergou is too inhumane!"
The crowd on the viewing platform covered their foreheads, utterly speechless at Zhang Ergou's actions.
"Heavens, Senior Brother Yun Feng's skin is so fair!" a female disciple suddenly exclaimed, drawing a large crowd's attention.
"Zhang Ergou, you are going too far! Senior Brother Yun Feng has already lost, so stop humiliating him!"
A disciple from Qiuyang Peak, unable to bear it any longer, shouted angrily.
"I am going too far?" Zhang Ergou slowly raised his head, looking at the disciple below.
"Senior Brother, if you were challenged by someone, and then someone else jumped out for no reason, what would you do?"
"Of course, I wouldn't be like you, beating the opponent half to death and then ransacking their belongings. What's the difference between you and a bandit, Zhang Ergou?"
The disciple said righteously.
"Pah! That's because you're a coward."
Zhang Ergou lowered his head, no longer bothering with the self-righteous fellow.
He resumed his plundering.
Clang!
Clang!
With a sword's hum, the disciple, enraged, directly charged onto the training arena.
His sword qi was sharp, and with the first strike, he thrust at Zhang Ergou's back.
Feeling the cold wind rushing towards his back, Zhang Ergou dodged, flicking the Yun Feng on the ground aside as he himself leaped over ten feet.
Then, he quickly used the rebound force from the ground, pouncing like a lion.
Puff!
Blood splattered. The disciple who had tried to sneak attack Zhang Ergou, having missed his target, instead stabbed the Yun Feng who had been thrown by Zhang Ergou.
Yun Feng immediately bled profusely...
"Damn it!" Seeing that he had accidentally injured Yun Feng, the disciple snorted coldly.
"You should be the one to die!" A faint voice sounded like a phantom beside his ear, and Zhang Ergou instantly arrived.
His spiritual energy surged within him, converging on his fist, which he then slammed fiercely into the disciple.
"Fire Spirit Fist!" Zhang Ergou unleashed his punch.
Zhang Ergou's punch was too fast. The disciple, still regretting his accidental injury to Yun Feng, was caught off guard and directly struck in the chest by Zhang Ergou's punch.
Puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood. Zhang Ergou gave him no chance to recover, leaping high and delivering another kick, a fierce whip kick that landed squarely on the man's chest.
Puff!
The disciple coughed up blood again and stumbled backward.
With his Shadow Illusion technique at its peak, Zhang Ergou moved with mysterious and shifting steps, appearing before the disciple once more and unleashing a powerful elbow strike. The disciple, who had not yet regained his balance, had his jaw dislocated.
Puff!
Another mouthful of blood spurted out. The disciple was sent flying like a sandbag, soaring out of the training arena and crashing to the ground.
He gouged out a deep impression in the ground.
"This? He's defeated?"
The viewing platform erupted in discussion, the crowd unable to adapt to the lightning-fast changes.
"Damn, that was too fast! Zhang Ergou seems even more brutal than before!"
The grand magical spells they had imagined did not occur. Zhang Ergou's sharp attacks left the Misty Sect disciples once again astonished.
"Zhang Ergou, you deserve to die!"
From the Qiuyang Peak side, another disciple shouted loudly and charged forward.
"Mountain Splitting Seal!" This disciple seemed to have learned a bit, unleashing a powerful move from the outset, giving Zhang Ergou no chance to get close.