Zhang Jianfeng, who had been attacking for a long time without success, was feeling a bit restless at this point. Looking at the comfortable Zhang Kuanglong, he gritted his teeth and retracted his sword.
Instantly, Zhang Jianfeng's sword energy was amplified. His whole body exuded boundless sharpness. He pushed off the ground with his foot and charged towards Zhang Kuanglong again.
This sword strike was several times stronger than his previous attacks.
In an instant, it pierced through all of Zhang Zhen's palm shadows, forcing him back half a step.
"One percent Sword Intent?"
Zhang Kuanglong was slightly surprised.
The Martial Artists watching below were also somewhat surprised. Sword Intent, a term they had only heard of in legends, yet they saw it today in a Family competition in a small country.
Sword Intent is a comprehension of the sword that can only be grasped by geniuses who are extremely dedicated to it. Although Zhang Jianfeng had only grasped a mere one percent of Sword Intent, now that this seed had sprouted, comprehending the complete Sword Intent would be within reach.
Zhang Hao was also somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting that Zhang Jianfeng had grasped one percent of Sword Intent. He murmured, "As expected, Jianfeng is a Genius at swordsmanship. If he can grow smoothly, he will definitely be a Sword Dao Grandmaster!"
Immediately, Zhang Kuanglong regained his composure and said mockingly, "If it were complete Sword Intent, perhaps I would be wary of you, but you only have one percent of Sword Intent. In my eyes, it's just trash!"
Saying that, Zhang Kuanglong sneered, "Now, let me show you the gap between us!"
Zhang Kuanglong struck at Zhang Jianfeng with a palm.
"Block him!"
Zhang Jianfeng felt a terrifying force locking onto his body. In an instant, he unleashed sixteen sword strikes. With one percent Sword Intent, the sixteen sword strikes covered Zhang Kuanglong.
"Too weak!"
Zhang Kuanglong smiled disdainfully. He struck out with his palm. The sixteen sword strikes were instantly annihilated. Zhang Kuanglong followed closely, striking out with a continuous series of palms.
With a "bang!" sound.
Zhang Kuanglong's palm struck heavily on Zhang Jianfeng's body.
"Wah!" Zhang Jianfeng felt a sweetness in his throat and spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.
At this moment, Zhang Hao, who was below the battle platform, watched with eyes about to split and quickly shouted, "Jianfeng, quickly surrender!"
Zhang Hao knew that only by doing so could he save his life.
Zhang Jianfeng's insides were burning at this moment. Facing Zhang Kuanglong, he had no ability to fight back. At this moment, he realized that what Zhang Hao had told him to do was right.
"I surren..."
Zhang Jianfeng couldn't even say the third word. An invisible pressure enveloped his body, making him unable to speak at all. He could only make garbled sounds!
"You want to surrender? Too late."
Zhang Kuanglong punched Zhang Jianfeng in the face.
"Hmm..." Zhang Jianfeng let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying backward.
Before Zhang Jianfeng could land, Zhang Jianfeng appeared on the other side of Zhang Jianfeng. He punched him again. Zhang Jianfeng flew up again.
"Brother!"
Zhang Xiaomin was crying her eyes out at this moment.
"Bastard!" Zhang Hao said.
Just as he was about to move, a terrifying aura on the spectator stand firmly suppressed Zhang Hao's body, making him unable to move.
"Damn it, is he a Great Martial Master?" Zhang Hao was shocked.
At this moment, Zhang Jianfeng was firmly stepped on by Zhang Kuanglong. But Zhang Jianfeng was also a tough guy. Although he was tortured like this, he did not utter a sound.
"Zhang Hao, look, your good brother is being tortured by me. I will break his bones inch by inch in front of you. From now on, he will be a cripple."
Saying that, Zhang Kuanglong stomped down heavily with his foot. He stepped fiercely on Zhang Jianfeng's body.
"Crack!" A sound of bones breaking.
"Uh!"
Perhaps he was suffering from immense pain, Zhang Kuanglong let out a heavy muffled grunt. He vomited blood. But he still stubbornly gritted his teeth.
"Your bones are quite hard, I'll see how hard you really are." Zhang Kuanglong roared angrily and stomped down again, forcibly breaking Zhang Kuanglong's hand.
"Damn it..."
Zhang Hao's anger had reached its peak. He actually managed to break through the suppression of that terrifying force and jumped onto the battle platform.
"Lord Referee, I declare surrender on behalf of Zhang Jianfeng!" Zhang Hao tightly held Zhang Jianfeng's body.
Zhang Jianfeng gave Zhang Hao a bitter smile and fainted.
"Presumptuous! The martial arts competition is not over yet, and you dare to break the rules." The middle-aged referee on the side was furious. He raised his hand and was about to kill Zhang Hao with a palm strike.
"Wait!"
Surprisingly, it was Zhang Kuanglong who stopped him.
Seeing that it was Zhang Kuanglong who stopped him, the referee smiled slightly and stopped speaking.
Zhang Kuanglong looked down at Zhang Hao and said, "Zhang Hao, your brother is now a cripple, what do you think!"
Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Kuanglong's playful and mocking smile, and a surge of monstrous anger rose up. He suddenly stood up and looked at Zhang Kuanglong, saying, "Despicable villain, I will settle this account with you one by one. Everything that just happened will be returned to you soon."
"Hahaha... I'll be waiting."
Zhang Kuanglong looked at Zhang Hao smugly and said, "Do you know why I stopped the referee from killing you? That's because I don't want you to die too easily. I want to defeat you with my own hands and let you know what despair is!"
"Then I'll wait for you tomorrow!" After saying that, Zhang Hao carried Zhang Jianfeng and jumped off the arena, leaving with big strides.
Today's last match finally came to an end. But today's topic ignited Ninghai City.
Zhang Hao went all the way to the end, and will have a decisive battle with Zhang Kuanglong tomorrow. Their confrontation on the battle platform was also the talk of everyone after meals.
Inside the Zhang Family mansion in Ninghai City.
Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Jianfeng, who was unconscious on the bed, with a frown. Beside him was an old man about sixty years old, who was diagnosing Zhang Jianfeng. He was the physician Zhang Hao had invited.
Zhang Jianfeng's younger sister, Zhang Xiaomin, was also looking at the physician nervously at this moment.
After a long time, the physician shook his head and sighed.
"How is it, Physician?" Zhang Hao quickly asked.
The physician shook his head and said, "It's not looking good! All of Zhang Jianfeng's bones have been crippled. Even if he wakes up, he will be a cripple and may have to lie in bed for the rest of his life."
"Ah! What should we do, Physician, you must have a way!" Zhang Xiaomin looked at the physician and pleaded.
"Alas, let alone me, even other physicians in Black Forest County are probably helpless, but..." The physician hesitated.
Zhang Hao quickly asked, "Does the physician have a way?"
The physician said to Zhang Hao, "However, I know from ancient texts that there are many divine medicines in the True Martial Continent that can have miraculous effects. If you have this Opportunity, then he might be able to recover..."
"Thank you, Physician!" Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
After Zhang Hao sent the physician away, he came back.
Although the physician was also helpless, he at least gave them a ray of hope.
"Hmm!"
Zhang Jianfeng on the bed slowly opened his eyes.