Upon seeing Yang Zhenâs stance, everyone present there was utterly confused.
Yang Zhen confidently stood there, chin up and chest out, making a huge show before the young man. He pointed his finger on manâs chest, arrogantly tilting his head back, acting high and mighty as if he was staring down his nose at everyone. But the only thing people could confirm was that Yang Zhenâs nostrils were, indeed, staring at the young man.
Such audacious behaviour was unheard of, let alone seen, by anyone present.
If arrogance had a scale, no one would dare outdo Yang Zhen heâd easily be at the top.
His extreme arrogance left the young man dumbfounded. He gazed foolishly at Yang Zhen, stuttering, âAz⦠Azure Dragon Crescent Blade?â
Damn it, just by its name it sounded like an incredible supernatural weapon. But to use such a weapon to comb oneâs hair, could there be anything more absurd?
âWho are you?â
The complexion on the young manâs face changed like a piece of iron in a forge. Among the group of women emerging from the icy cave, a stunningly beautiful woman, standing quietly like a fairy in the icy snow, gave an aura of purity and serenity.
After seeing this marvelous woman, the expression on the young manâs face worsened. Seeing a hint of surprise and confusion on her face, he immediately flew into a rage.
Yang Zhen, puzzled, followed the direction of the young manâs gaze and his eyes lit up, âOh boy, heâs angry. I didnât expect a woman with a buff to come out. This saves your Sao Saint some trouble.â
Embarrassing oneself in front of the woman one fancies, the speed of shifting from embarrassment to rage was even faster than an airplane or a rocket.
Huh! Men!
Yang Zhen sneered, staring at the young man, âThe Sao Saint doesnât change his name or seat. I am False Yang!â
âFalse Yang?â
Upon hearing this strange name, the young man was taken aback, angrily he yelled, âYouâre seeking your death!â
Boom!
A terrifying aura erupted from the young man, scaring Yang Zhen.
Heâs so powerful. He is a hard nut to crack!
Yang Zhen quickly raised his hand to signal a timeout.âHold on! Stop stop stop!â
The aggressive aura of the young man ceased, staring at Yang Zhen, he asked: âFalse Yang, before your death, do you have any last words?â
Yang Zhen curled his lips in contempt, arrogantly sticking his nose up at the young man, and slowly said, âI, False Yang, never fight nameless nobodies. Give me your name!â
The young man was angry, coldly snorting, âFalse Yang, remember my name, I am Fu Yonglin, the Ancient Tribeâs Chosen Son!â
âWhat?â Yang Zhen was taken aback.
âBastard, you dare to curse me?â Fu Yonglin was furious and was about to rush at Yang Zhen.
âThe Chosen Son!â Old Ghost Hei suddenly exclaimed, âYoung Yang, be careful, this Fu Yonglin is actually the Chosen Son, he is one of the most likely candidates to become the Saint in the Ancient Tribe.â
âOne of them?â Yang Zhen disdainfully said, âSo he hasnât succeeded yet, he is still nothing!â
âFalse Yang!â Fu Yonglin sneered. Suddenly, a long sword congealed in his hand. Staring at Yang Zhen, he said word by word, âYou are doomed today. No one can save you, mark my words!â
Yang Zhen looked at Fu Yonglin in awe, his heart already sure of his opponent.
Powerful, arrogant, ignorant, but most importantly, this guy is a straight man, and good at pretending. Heâs a perfect contender for a showdown.
Even in defeat, Yang Zhen refused to lose face, he broke into laughter, pointing at Fu Yonglin and said, âYou canât command me, If you want to take my life, Sao Saint, you need at least a thousand years of practice!â
Boom!
A monstrous aura erupted from Yang Zhen, he shouted, stretched his arms straight out to his sides, swung his leg up in the air, and shouted, âWhite Crane Spreading Wings!â
This earth-shattering entry left everyone stunned. The mischievous cat was rolling on the ground, laughing uncontrollably.
Even Old Ghost Heiâs mouth was twitching in agitation, ready to throttle Yang Zhen. Letâs not even mention Fu Yonglin.
Fu Yonglinâs face was furious, the aura around him blazing wildly. His hair flew in all directions with the force of the aura, and holding the long sword, he rushed toward Yang Zhen.
âSenior Brother Fuâ¦â someone called from behind. The breathtaking woman looked at Yang Zhen in surprise, her voice ethereal as though it lingered in the air.
âDonât stop me. Today if I donât kill this child, I wonât calm my hatred.â
Fu Yonglin was so incredibly angry, he seemed like a demon god from ancient times as he charged towards Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen could barely stabilize on one leg and hastily turned to run.
Upon turning around, Yang Zhen suddenly felt a moment of realization.
No wonder in TV series the two experts always run around during a fight, from the sky to the ground, then from the ground they sprint thousands and thousands of miles awayâ¦one of them certainly has a hidden agenda.
At first, Yang Zhen didnât understand and thought both individuals were fools. Now he understood; in this situation, one of them, like him, must also harbor motives they donât want others to see.
Damn it, life is full of knowledge. Even a simple fight has so many twists and turns. What a plot!
âTo kill me, Sao Saint, you need to catch me first!â
Yang Zhen arrogantly showed Fu Yonglin his middle finger, waved his big hand, âSomersault Cloud, come!â
Hum!
A surge of earthâs energy condensed into a white cloud under Yang Zhenâs feet, which instantly sprinted hundreds of feet into the air.
Fu Yonglin continuously gave cold laughter as a strange aura radiated from his body and, like a streak of black lightning, he charged towards Yang Zhen.
The two promptly disappeared from everyoneâs sight.
Meanwhile, Sneaky Cat and Sao Chicken also mysteriously disappeared, leaving everyone wondering where they went.
One was chasing and one was escaping, with absolutely no physical conflict. Yang Zhen looked back and saw Fu Yonglin had indeed come after him, which instantly made him let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness he chased after me, if not all this drama would have been for nothing.
âFalse Yang, stand there! You think running away makes you powerful? If you really have guts, then fight me!â
âSure!â Yang Zhen stopped, grinning at Fu Yonglin, âIf you want to fight Sao Saint, you should have said so earlier. If you hadnât, Sao Saint would have thought you wanted to compete on speed!â
Fu Yonglin nearly stumbled, staring at Yang Zhen, visibly annoyed.
Who the hell wants to compete with you on speed? If it werenât for the fact that I couldnât catch you, I would have slashed you long ago.
Fu Yonglin was quietly enraged but also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Zhen stop. He held his long sword, which suddenly erupted into a burst of light, enveloping a radius of several hundred feet in a violent sword aura.
Infinite energy waves gathered, filling the surrounding hundreds of feet with a strong killing intent.
Clearly Fu Yonglin had developed a fear of chasing Yang Zhen and had sealed off their surroundings with his first move, ensuring Yang Zhen had nowhere to flee.
Who wouldâve expected that Yang Zhen, instead of running, drew out an enormous sword and charged at him.
Fu Yonglin was initially startled, then overjoyed. Considering Yang Zhenâs laughable âWhite Crane Spreading Wingsâ move, it was clear that Yang Zhen was an amateur. With this big of a sword, Fu Yonglin was confident Yang Zhen wouldnât even be able to touch him.
Swoosh!
Fu Yonglinâs figure turned into a black light, his sword gleaming coldly as he passed by Yang Zhenâ¦but they didnât cross paths.
Hum!
Fu Yonglin stumbled, almost impaling himself on his own sword, and stared at the Great Missing Sword in Yang Zhenâs hand in horror, exclaiming, âA Demon Weapon?â
Then, without waiting for Yang Zhenâs reaction, he turned and ran!
âYou think you can run?â Yang Zhenâs eyes widened, âStop right there!â
Boom!
The Great Missing Sword slammed into the ground, erupting with earth elemental energy. A wall of earth suddenly rose in front of Fu Yonglin.
Caught off guard, Fu Yonglin hit the wall head-on. His figure flashed black as his vision blurred.
Yang Zhen stared at the Great Missing Sword in characteristically befuddled fashion, âDamn, did the Great Missing Sword level up?â