Three blood-red spear lights, arranged in a 'pin' character shape, shot towards Zhang Hao. The three spear lights contained terrifying power, causing the surrounding void to tremble and emit helpless wails.
Zhang Zekai had accurately sensed Zhang Yuqiang's aura at this moment. He murmured, "As expected, he's hidden himself very deeply. Martial Master second layer, everyone was fooled."
Zhang Hao's expression tightened, but he was fearless.
"Arhat Fist!"
It was also the Arhat Fist, but this time, it was the perfect-level Arhat Fist. Sanskrit sounds lingered in the void, and a solemn, cross-legged Arhat appeared in the air. Only, at this moment, the Arhat had opened its eyes, its gaze incredibly deep, as if it could pierce through the void.
The perfect-level Arhat Fist could increase power by four layers, which was 2000 catties of strength.
With this punch, the void seemed as if it would be shattered. The surrounding air was instantly sucked out, forming a complete vacuum zone.
The three spear lights, upon reaching Zhang Hao, could not advance an inch, as if they had encountered an invisible wall of qi.
Zhang Hao's expression was also solemn. The opponent's attack brought him great pressure. However, it wouldn't be easy for the opponent to break through the Arhat Fist's defense.
"Impossible, break for me!"
Zhang Yuqiang roared furiously, gritted his teeth, and seemed to use some forbidden power. His whole body turned red, and he looked as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
"Go and die for me!"
Zhang Yuqiang thrust out three more spears. These three spears were much stronger than the previous ones. The blood-red spear lights were like soul-reaping talismans from the underworld, carrying endless malevolent energy.
"A dying struggle!"
Zhang Hao stomped his foot heavily on the ground, causing the entire battle platform to shake violently. With this punch, Zhang Hao used his full strength, pushing the Arhat Fist to the limit of his ability.
A fist shadow, carrying an unstoppable force, slammed towards Zhang Yuqiang. All the spear lights were instantly annihilated and dispersed, and Zhang Hao's fist directly struck Zhang Yuqiang's body.
Zhang Yuqiang grunted. He spat out blood foam and flew backward.
Zhang Hao walked up to Zhang Yuqiang and said indifferently, "You've lost."
"No... I haven't lost yet!"
The somewhat irrational Zhang Yuqiang roared and lunged at Zhang Hao.
"Slap!"
Zhang Hao slapped Zhang Yuqiang across the face.
"Ah!" This slap was not light. Zhang Yuqiang screamed, flew backward, and lost several teeth.
"I'll kill you..."
After receiving this slap, Zhang Yuqiang not only didn't yield but went berserk. He lunged at Zhang Hao again.
"Hmph!" Zhang Hao wasn't polite either. This kind of free punching bag wasn't always available.
Another slap sent Zhang Yuqiang flying out again.
After repeating this ten times, Zhang Yuqiang became a pig's head and finally fainted.
The scene was very quiet. No one present expected such a situation to occur. Zhang Yuqiang, ranked third in the clan competition, had actually lost to a former waste.
"Zhang Hao wins!" The referee, after a long silence, finally reacted.
Zhang Hao walked off the battle platform, and Zhang Jianfeng said excitedly, "Boss, you won, you really won."
Zhang Hao, however, appeared very calm and said lightly, "What's so strange? This result was already within my expectations. My enemy isn't Zhang Yuqiang, but Zhang Kuanglong."
"Hehe, Boss, I know you'll definitely get first place," Zhang Jianfeng chuckled.
Zhang Hao knew that the next match would be between Zhang Jianfeng and Zhang Kuanglong. Based on his understanding of Zhang Kuanglong, Zhang Kuanglong would definitely attack Zhang Jianfeng because of him, and then use that to strike at him. Therefore, Zhang Hao instructed Zhang Jianfeng again, "Jianfeng, remember my words, don't try to be strong!"
"Okay!" Zhang Jianfeng nodded silently.
In fact, Zhang Jianfeng also had his own thoughts. Because of a Martial Artist's dignity, he couldn't accept losing without a fight. Moreover, in his opinion, Zhang Kuanglong's strength was very high. In his view, he was even stronger than Zhang Hao. After this battle, Zhang Kuanglong would fight Zhang Hao. If he could scout Zhang Kuanglong's strength and weaknesses for Zhang Hao first, it might increase Zhang Hao's chances of winning in his battle against Zhang Kuanglong.
Next match.
"Zhang Kuanglong versus Zhang Jianfeng!" the referee announced.
Zhang Kuanglong had already leaped onto the arena, his wondrous movement technique drawing cheers from the clan disciples below the stage. Zhang Jianfeng also flew onto the battle platform, unwilling to show weakness. He stood in front of Zhang Kuanglong, confronting him.
"This is bad!"
Zhang Hao saw that Zhang Jianfeng didn't surrender as he had emphasized to him beforehand upon stepping onto the stage. This made him extremely uneasy.
"Why is this kid Jianfeng also starting to show off? He's no match for Zhang Kuanglong at all!" Zhang Hao said.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaomin, who was also watching from the side, noticed something was wrong and quickly asked Zhang Hao, "Brother Zhang Hao, why isn't my brother coming down yet? He's no match for Zhang Kuanglong!"
Zhang Hao sighed, "If I'm not mistaken, this kid Jianfeng wants to test Zhang Kuanglong's strength for me, but he's no match for Zhang Kuanglong at all."
"What should we do then?" Zhang Xiaomin's face turned pale.
Zhang Hao knew that things were out of his control at this moment and said seriously, "Xiaomin, don't worry. I won't let anything happen to your brother. He's my brother too."
At this moment, on the stage, Zhang Kuanglong looked at Zhang Jianfeng mockingly and said, "Are you really not afraid of death? You know, the person I hate the most is Zhang Hao. That waste, what makes him worthy of being the Young Master of the Zhang Family? Is he even fit?"
Zhang Jianfeng's expression was blank as he looked at Zhang Kuanglong and said, "Whether my boss is worthy or not, I don't know, but I know you definitely aren't."
"How dare you! You dare to speak to me like that? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to walk off this battle platform?" Zhang Kuanglong was enraged by Zhang Jianfeng, saying each word almost individually.
"If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come up," Zhang Jianfeng said mockingly.
"Good... good... Soon, you'll know what it means to be stubborn," a cold light flashed in Zhang Kuanglong's eyes.
Below the battle platform, Zhang Hao felt extremely uneasy. Because Zhang Jianfeng was currently confronting Zhang Kuanglong on the stage, it was practically a death wish. This would completely enrage Zhang Kuanglong.
"Match begins!" the referee shouted.
Almost as soon as the referee's words fell, Zhang Jianfeng moved. His treasured sword was unsheathed, and in an instant, he thrust out forty-nine swords at Zhang Kuanglong in front of him.
Dozens of sword lights, like mercury flowing across the ground, scattered and stabbed towards Zhang Kuanglong.
This kind of continuous sword technique left the clan disciples below the stage dazzled and cheering loudly.
Only Zhang Jianfeng knew that although his sword technique was fast and the attacks were continuous, they couldn't get close to Zhang Kuanglong's body at all. The long sword was blocked by Zhang Kuanglong's palm when it was still half a meter away from him, as if a copper wall and iron barrier stood before him. Zhang Kuanglong moved effortlessly, his expression calm, appearing completely at ease. This gave Zhang Jianfeng a full understanding of Zhang Kuanglong's strength.
Zhang Jianfeng was secretly shocked: He had still underestimated Zhang Kuanglong's strength, it was truly terrifying.