Zhang Ergou dodged with a flash.
The Shadow Illusion was pushed to its limits, barely evading the incoming palm strike.
Turning his body, Zhang Ergou looked coldly at the young man in white opposite him.
"What, Senior Brother Yun wants to seek justice for Yuheng? Since when did Qiu Yang Peak and Xia Yang Peak become so friendly?"
Zhang Ergou taunted.
"Boy, don't be glib-tongued. It's not that easy to leave after injuring someone!"
Saying this, Yun Feng brandished his golden sword and charged at Zhang Ergou. Su Dan Novel Network.
"A duel in the training ground naturally has winners and losers. If Yuheng is not as skilled as you, Senior Brother Yun, do you perhaps have an unusual relationship with him?"
A mischievous smile appeared on Zhang Ergou's face. As he spoke, he held his spear to block the attacking golden sword.
"Insolent wretch, how dare you speak such nonsense!" Yun Feng was instantly enraged, his sword becoming even more fierce.
A streak of sword energy shot towards Zhang Ergou's chest.
Zhang Ergou quickly dodged, then flung his iron spear, leaping away from his original position. He then used the rebound force from the ground to charge at Yun Feng's flank like a lion.
Bang!
Yun Feng was slammed hard, his body wobbling.
"This brat deserves to die!" Yun Feng snorted coldly and continued to attack Zhang Ergou with his sword.
"You're the one who deserves to die!" Zhang Ergou was thoroughly angered. Anyone would be displeased if they were challenged repeatedly for no reason.
This Yun Feng, however, insisted on acting like a saint.
Zhang Ergou hated people like this the most, those who spouted morality and stood on high ground.
Spiritual energy surged within him, concentrating in his fist before he delivered a fierce punch.
"Fire Spirit Fist!"
With a punch, Zhang Ergou unleashed several fire shadows that swiftly attacked Yun Feng.
Caught off guard, Yun Feng failed to dodge completely and took a punch to his shoulder, his white robe burning a large hole.
Thunderclap Fist!
Yun Feng was no pushover. As a true disciple, although he was caught off guard by Zhang Ergou earlier, he quickly recovered.
He delivered a punch towards Zhang Ergou, the fist imprint still crackling with lightning.
Bang!
Zhang Ergou couldn't dodge and was knocked back, taking several steps before regaining his balance.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, this move had inflicted significant damage on Zhang Ergou. True disciples were not merely names.
Having already been through a tough fight, Zhang Ergou was no match for Yun Feng in his full strength.
Although he possessed the Dan Hai, his grueling battle with Yuheng had also depleted his energy. Fighting Yun Feng now was indeed a struggle.
"What kind of monstrous disciple is this, just overhyped. I thought he was much more formidable!"
After repelling Zhang Ergou, Yun Feng wore a mocking smile, looking disdainfully at the bleeding Zhang Ergou.
"Is that so? Are all true disciples like this, specializing in sneak attacks?"
Zhang Ergou retorted, clearly disgusted by Yun Feng's underhanded tactics.
"The winner is king, the loser is a bandit. Zhang Ergou, you can't beat me with just words!"
Yun Feng's face was proud. He seemed to not take the slightest notice of this new disciple who had defeated Yuheng, a disciple of equal renown.
Saying this, he unleashed another Thunderclap Fist towards Zhang Ergou.
Puff!
A mouthful of blood sprayed out. Zhang Ergou's momentarily stabilized body staggered, nearly falling.
"Senior Brother Yun is indeed extraordinary. He made Zhang Ergou bleed in less than ten moves."
"It seems Senior Brother Yun's strength surpasses that of Senior Brother Yuheng."
"No, no. Zhang Ergou was already depleted after his fierce battle with Senior Brother Yuheng. For Yun Feng to step up now is rather taking advantage of his weakened state."
On the spectator stands, there were naturally some fair-minded disciples.
But his voice was quickly drowned out by the surrounding chatter. People did not wish to see a newly admitted disciple surpass them.
Naturally, if Zhang Ergou could be belittled, they would never miss an opportunity.
"Bah, shameless. And he calls himself a true disciple? This Yun Feng has completely disgraced that old man Qiu Yang Sanren."
On the stands, some people were naturally indignant on Zhang Ergou's behalf.
This person was none other than the little fatty Xiong Bao. Xiong Bao's face was puffed out in anger, making him look quite adorable.
But there was nothing he could do; he couldn't help on the training ground.
The Misty Sect had rules: challenges in the training ground were strictly one-on-one, and multiple opponents were absolutely forbidden.
However, there was no rule preventing others from challenging the victor after the match ended.
Yun Feng's entry was precisely to exploit this loophole. He had launched a sneak attack on Zhang Ergou from the beginning, fearing that Zhang Ergou would not accept his challenge.
Puff!
Zhang Ergou spat out another mouthful of blood, kicked back by Yun Feng's foot, staggering repeatedly.
"Is this all? It seems I overestimated you!"
Yun Feng stood far away, his head held high, his face full of mockery as he looked at Zhang Ergou.
"Still too weak!" Zhang Ergou clenched his fists tightly, glaring angrily at the smug Yun Feng, and stomped heavily on the ground.
He vanished from his spot with a flash. Yun Feng was momentarily stunned.
With Shadow Illusion unleashed at full power, Zhang Ergou left behind trails of afterimages, making it impossible to distinguish the real body from the illusions.
Finally, Yun Feng's expression changed.
"Senior Brother Yun, eat this punch!" a thunderous voice echoed in his ear. Yun Feng turned his head and saw a fist the size of a sand pot coming straight for his face.
Yun Feng retreated rapidly, but it was too late.
With all his might, Zhang Ergou had pushed his speed to its absolute limit, landing a fierce punch on Yun Feng's eye socket.
Bang!
Yun Feng stumbled. The roles between him and Zhang Ergou had completely reversed. A distinct fist print appeared on his eye.
"Zhang Ergou, I will kill you!" Yun Feng roared directly.
His handsome face was what he valued most. Zhang Ergou had nearly disfigured him, and Yun Feng was going mad.
"Bah, you keep saying you'll kill me, but why don't you do it then!"
Zhang Ergou spat contemptuously. He had no good feelings towards Yun Feng whatsoever.
"Crashing Thunder Seal." Yun Feng roared, and an imprint carrying arcs of electricity surged towards Zhang Ergou.
"Already using big moves? It seems you're far behind Yuheng."
Zhang Ergou retreated rapidly but didn't miss any opportunity to taunt Yun Feng.
"Killing people by striking at their hearts. This kid Zhang Ergou is too malicious."
"Clearly, Yun Feng went up there precisely to prove he was stronger than Yuheng, and now Zhang Ergou has defined him."
"Yun Feng has really suffered this time!"
The spectators murmured amongst themselves. It was clear that the true disciples of the main peaks understood Yun Feng's intentions very well.
What surprised them was that Zhang Ergou had also understood Yun Feng's purpose in such a short time.
This kid is not simple, everyone commented.
"Who is stronger or weaker is not for you, Zhang Ergou, to decide. Today, as long as I defeat you, everything will become clear."
Yun Feng watched as the Crashing Thunder Seal drew nearer to Zhang Ergou, a triumphant smile on his face.
"Is that so? Senior Brother Yun, perhaps you should look down."
Zhang Ergou gave a sinister smile and suddenly vanished...