Zhang Zichong's body swayed, moving like an arrow's shadow, shooting forward. Instantly, he unleashed thirty-six slashes. Thirty-six blade shadows, carrying boundless Killing Intent, fell upon Zhang Hao like mercury pouring down.
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“Hmph!”
“Luo Han Fist!”
The perfect level Luo Han Fist was unleashed. Its momentum was unstoppable, and the surging power tore the air apart on both sides. The thirty-six blade shadows were instantly annihilated. The blade light scattered.
“Clang!”
Zhang Zichong felt as if his blade had struck a bronze wall and iron barrier. A violent counter-shock force bounced back.
Zhang Hao's fist went straight through, fiercely smashing into Zhang Zichong's body. It directly sent his entire person flying out, spitting blood wildly.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Zhang Zichong fell to the ground, his expression extremely weak.
Zhang Hao walked up to Zhang Zichong, looked down from above, and said, “Next time you see me, it's best to take a detour. Otherwise, it won't be just like this.”
Zhang Zichong felt utterly humiliated, but there was nothing he could do as his skill was inferior. He could only turn his Face away and stop speaking.
Just at this moment, a cold snort came.
“Kid, so you're here. Saved me the trouble of searching.”
A gloomy-faced youth walked over. Beside him followed a Blue-Clothed Youth.
Zhang Hao recognized that this youth was the one who had tried to rob him of his Pass before he entered the Blood Pool. He hadn't expected him to bring reinforcements now.
“He's Zhang Feng. Could it be that this kid provoked Zhang Feng again? Now there's a good show to watch. Zhang Feng is one of the four top experts of the younger generation in the Zhang Family Main Clan.”
“Yeah, it's one thing for this kid to provoke Zhang Wensong and the others, but he actually provoked Zhang Feng. It's like a birthday boy hanging himself, tired of living.”
The onlookers discussed amongst themselves, some even gloating.
When Zhang Wensong and the others saw that Zhang Feng seemed about to clash with Zhang Hao, they were all overjoyed, wishing Zhang Feng would teach this arrogant fellow a good lesson.
No one believed that Zhang Feng couldn't crush Zhang Hao. Zhang Feng had the cultivation of Martial Master Ninth Heaven. His strength was not something Zhang Hao could compare with.
“Brother, he was the one who attacked me, and he doesn't even put you in his eyes. You must teach him a good lesson.” the youth coldly looked at Zhang Hao, his eyes showing smugness.
This youth was called Zhang Zongwei, Zhang Feng's brother. As the brother of Zhang Feng, one of the four top experts of the younger generation, getting a Pass was very simple for him. However, he had always relied on his brother's Face to act high and mighty. Previously, he rarely wanted to prove his strength and planned to get a Pass without relying on his brother's power. Finally, he chose Zhang Hao, who came from a branch family, and prepared to rob him with his own strength. Unexpectedly, he ended up kicking an iron plate. He didn't get the Pass and suffered a great loss. Thus, Zhang Zongwei could no longer bear it and found his brother to avenge him.
Zhang Hao looked at the Blue-Clothed Youth beside Zhang Zongwei. At first glance, he felt a dangerous aura emanating from this youth, making him very vigilant.
“You're the one who hit my brother? And you don't even put me in your eyes?” The Blue-Clothed Youth looked at Zhang Hao coldly.
“You are Zhang Feng?” Zhang Hao also stared at this youth.
“Since you know me, you should know what to do, right?” Zhang Feng smiled proudly.
Zhang Hao shook his head, looked at Zhang Feng, and asked, “Aren't you going to ask me why I clashed with your brother?”
Zhang Feng smiled coldly and said, “No need. I only know that you hit my brother. That's enough.”
Saying that, Zhang Feng looked at Zhang Hao and said, “Now you have two choices: one, kneel down and kowtow to my brother to apologize; two, fight me to the death.”
“Hahaha, how overbearing!”
Zhang Hao laughed in extreme anger. He looked at Zhang Feng and said, “In that case, I choose to fight you. I'd like to experience the style of the so-called four top experts of the younger generation.”
Although Zhang Hao could tell that Zhang Feng's cultivation seemed to be above his, it should be Martial Master Ninth Heaven. But his cultivation had risen to Martial Master Seventh Heaven. Although he had fought Zhang Song and five others earlier, he hadn't had his fill. Facing the even stronger Zhang Feng now, he felt a sense of excitement like a hunter seeing prey.
“You will regret it.”
Zhang Feng saw that Zhang Hao actually chose to fight him and immediately felt provoked. He roared, his movement technique like lightning, shooting towards Zhang Hao. He swung out layers of fist shadows, covering Zhang Hao's body.
“Good timing!”
Zhang Hao's battle blood boiled. Instead of retreating, he advanced. He lunged forward. He circulated the Luo Han Fist and also punched out.
“Boom!”
Violent air waves spread out in all directions with the two of them as the center. The ground beneath Zhang Hao's feet seemed unable to withstand their power and cracked in all directions.
Both were simultaneously pushed back by a great force.
Zhang Hao was pushed back five steps. Zhang Feng was pushed back three steps. On the surface, Zhang Hao was indeed at a disadvantage. Zhang Hao's blood boiled, and he roared.
“Take a punch from me too!”
The Luo Han Fist was circulated to its extreme. A solidified Luo Han phantom appeared behind Zhang Hao. He was tapping a wooden fish, and waves of Buddhist chants echoed.
“What about taking ten or a hundred moves from you!”
Zhang Feng smiled disdainfully. He raised his fist. This punch gathered twelve layers of his power. The fist wind surged, stirring up a whirlwind.
This punch triggered a critical hit. The doubled power instantly pushed Zhang Feng back seven or eight steps. But Zhang Hao only retreated three steps.
“What!”
Zhang Feng felt the True Qi in his body boiling. In that strike just now, Zhang Hao's power had suddenly doubled. It caught him off guard, and he suffered a great loss.
“Brother!”
Zhang Zongwei was startled. This was the first time he had seen his brother suffer such a great loss in front of his peers. Even the other three geniuses at most were evenly matched with his brother.
At this moment, in a corner nearby, Zhang Xueling, Zhang Gaoyuan, and Zhang Qixian were also closely watching this battle.
“Xueling, what do you think is this kid's background? How can he make Zhang Feng suffer such a great loss?” Zhang Qixian asked with a smile, looking at a pure and ethereal girl beside him.
“This person is very unfamiliar. I don't know his background either. However, Xueling knows that Zhang Feng should be enraged.” Zhang Xueling stared at the scene, lost in thought.
Zhang Feng felt immense anger at this moment. Suffering such a great loss in front of so many youths made him lose Face.
“You have successfully enraged me. You are fortunate to see my true power.”
Zhang Feng walked towards Zhang Hao step by step. With each step, the Killing Intent on his body increased by one point.
“Is that so? Young Master is also looking forward to experiencing your so-called true power.” Zhang Hao calmly said, fully circulating the True Qi in his body.
“Boom!”
Just as both sides were at loggerheads, on the verge of clashing, streaks of white light fell from the void.
“The second round of Blood Pool Pass has appeared,” someone exclaimed.
This sudden change attracted the attention of both Zhang Hao and Zhang Feng. Neither had the intention to continue fighting.
“Hmph, I'll remember this debt for now. I'll settle it with you after the Blood Pool Refining is over.” Zhang Feng glared coldly at Zhang Hao and shot away like lightning.