Zhang Hao's heart trembled slightly. With the intervention of the ancient dragons, this clan competition would likely be full of variables. However, Zhang Hao's fighting spirit grew stronger, and he muttered, "No matter who intervenes, this time, Zhang Kuanglong must die."
Zhang Hao and Zhang Jianfeng were about to enter the training ground when suddenly a group of people walked towards them. Leading the group were a man and a woman. The woman was staring at Zhang Hao with resentful eyes, as if she wanted to devour him alive. Beside her was a tall and arrogant young man.
"Zhang Hao, you trash actually dare to come and participate in the clan competition? You really don't know what's good for you," Zhang Yan said with disdain as she looked at Zhang Hao.
"Zhang Yan, it seems the slap you received last time wasn't enough. My hand just happens to be a little itchy!" Zhang Hao glared at Zhang Yan with sharp eyes.
"You..." Zhang Yan's face changed drastically. Thinking of the humiliation of that scene last time, she wished she could tear Zhang Hao into ten thousand pieces.
"Yan-mei, who is he?" The young man beside Zhang Yan frowned.
"Senior Brother Liao, he bullied me! He even hit me in front of everyone last time. You must stand up for me!" Zhang Yan said coquettishly, holding the young man's arm.
Zhang Hao and Zhang Jianfeng immediately felt goosebumps all over their bodies. Thinking of the feeling of a vicious woman like Zhang Yan acting coquettishly towards someone, they both felt like throwing up.
Of course, for the young man beside Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan's figure was enchanting and still very attractive to him.
"You two actually dare to insult Junior Sister Zhang Yan. I'll give you a chance. Quickly kneel down and kowtow three times to Junior Sister Zhang Yan. Perhaps I'll consider sparing your lives," the young man named Liao said with a calm expression, in an unquestionable tone.
Zhang Hao narrowed his eyes. The aura on this young man was very strong, but how could he be afraid?
"Why?" Zhang Hao sneered coldly.
Zhang Yan pointed at the young man and said proudly to Zhang Hao, "You two pieces of trash, do you know who he is? He is Senior Brother Liao Dekai of the outer court of Tianba Academy! You two pieces of trash, you still dare to be arrogant?"
Liao Dekai snorted. It seemed that the name of Tianba Academy gave him a sense of superiority.
"Oh, an outer court student? Anyone who doesn't know would think you're the dean of Tianba Academy! What a big shot, bah!" Zhang Hao said with great disdain.
Liao Dekai was stunned for a moment, then became furious. Before he could react, another black-clothed young man from Tianba Academy behind him angrily said, "You two mere ants actually dare to be rude to Senior Brother Liao! How dare you!"
The black-clothed young man struck Zhang Hao with his palm.
A heavy and powerful palm, carrying the force of a thousand jun, pressed down on Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao's eyes narrowed, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I'll do it!"
Zhang Jianfeng had long been unable to bear the arrogance of these people, and his long sword was drawn from its sheath.
In the void, a sword flashed like lightning. Fast, extremely fast. The sharp sword light directly broke through the young man's palm.
"Ah!"
The black-clothed young man screamed. His hands were covered in blood, and in fear, he retreated violently.
But the black-clothed young man was fast, Zhang Jianfeng's sword was even faster, catching up to the black-clothed young man in the blink of an eye. A sharp sword was placed across his neck.
"You..."
The black-clothed young man's expression changed drastically, unable to accept this fact. He was instantly defeated. And he was defeated by an ant he looked down upon. One must know, he was a student of Tianba Academy.
"Now, who the hell is the ant? Speak!" Zhang Jianfeng said angrily.
Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Jianfeng and smiled slightly. This guy's cultivation had broken through, and he had begun to show his edge. He had great talent in swordsmanship, and in time, he would definitely make a name for himself.
Of course, no matter how awesome this guy was, he was still just his little brother.
"Presumptuous!"
Liao Dekai's figure flickered, his movement technique like lightning, appearing in front of Zhang Jianfeng in the blink of an eye.
"Die for me!"
Liao Dekai punched Zhang Jianfeng. The power of this punch instantly emptied the surrounding air, emitting a wailing sound.
"What strong power." Zhang Hao's heart trembled. He wanted to save him, but it was too late.
Zhang Jianfeng's expression was extremely solemn. He swung his long sword and thrust it towards Liao Dekai.
A sharp sword, carrying a bone-chilling Sword Intent.
The brilliant sword light enveloped Liao Dekai, as if to crush him.
"Good timing, go to hell for me!"
Liao Dekai roared, exerting all his strength to the limit, condensing it in this punch.
With a "boom,"
The two forces collided in the void. Zhang Jianfeng stumbled back seven steps, his face pale.
"Eh!" Liao Dekai was a little surprised that his punch didn't kill Zhang Jianfeng.
"Damn it, take another punch from me!"
"How dare you hurt my brother!"
Zhang Hao was enraged. His figure flickered, blocking in front of Zhang Jianfeng, and unleashed the Arhat Fist.
Crimson light, carrying explosive power. It fiercely crashed towards Liao Dekai.
"Bang!"
Stumbling, Liao Dekai retreated five steps. Zhang Hao only swayed slightly before standing firm.
"You..."
Liao Dekai was shocked and angry, feeling a surge of rebellious blood about to gush out.
"I'll settle the score with you next time!"
To avoid making a fool of himself, Liao Dekai turned and left.
"Senior Brother Liao!" Zhang Yan felt a sense of unease when she saw Liao Dekai leave.
"Slap!"
Zhang Hao sent Zhang Yan flying with a slap.
"You cheap woman, don't appear in front of me again, otherwise, I'll hit you every time I see you."