Chapter 1611: I'll Give You One Second

"How dare you!"

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to?"

"You don't know your place. With a bit of talent, your tail is already in the air. It seems it's my duty to teach you how to behave!"

...

Hearing his words, the three youths behind Nangong Yuanfeng all exploded, glaring angrily. If not for their status, they would have rushed over and torn that guy's mouth apart.

All five of us together... Who do you think you are?

Kong Shiyao?

Luo Qianzhen and Luo Xuanqing's mouths twitched simultaneously at these words, exchanging glances.

This genius of their clan really dared to speak, directly challenging the people of the Hundred Schools of Thought without leaving any face. This boldness was no longer just big—it was lawless and reckless!

But... why did it feel so satisfying to hear?

Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, must not laugh out loud... otherwise, how awkward!

In the past, people from the Hundred Schools of Thought had appeared in the Master Continent, but they never dared to confront them head-on... And now, in this guy's tone, they were the ones from the countryside...

It gave the impression that the Hundred Schools of Thought were nothing much!

"Well said!"

"Weren't you just now very arrogant?"

"Damn it, this is the true霸气 of our Luo family! If we had this attitude today, would that Zhang Xuan still dare to break off the engagement?"

"Give him ten guts!"

While they were shocked, many clan disciples below the stage were almost jumping with excitement.

After a day of humiliation, they were finally able to release it.

"A competition is not about verbal sparring! I hope you have strength to match your sharp tongue!"

His face dark, Nangong Yuanfeng flicked his sleeve and looked up: "Being able to keep the space top spinning continuously shows that your understanding of space has reached the fourth realm! With such strength, if we compete in standing tops, Mo'er is indeed no match. You'd better state what kind of competition it is now, so you don't blame us of the Hundred Schools of Thought for bullying you when you lose!"

"Right, I can't bully you. The top competition is meaningless. Like Luo Xuanqing, I'll compete in combat strength!" Zhang Xuan said calmly.

Standing a top was nothing; if he wanted, he could make the thing spin for days without falling. Competing in that didn't suit his status. Since he wanted to slap faces, he had to make them dizzy.

"Compete in combat strength? Are you sure?"

Before Nangong Yuanfeng could speak, Mo'er on the side narrowed his eyes.

His spatial understanding might be inferior, but as a super genius of the Great Confucian Hall, he had learned countless martial techniques and had higher cultivation. In a fight, winning would be... a piece of cake!

Perfect opportunity to teach this arrogant kid a lesson, show him how to talk and how to behave!

"Sure, let's start!"

Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.

"Very well, then I won't bully you. I'll suppress my cultivation to the peak of Saint Domain Ninth Layer..."

Grinning, Mo'er's eyes showed cruelty. His internal energy rapidly contracted, and in the blink of an eye, he became the same peak Saint Domain Ninth Layer as Zhang Xuan.

After doing this, he clenched his fist, stamped his foot, and was about to charge.

"Mo'er, when you act, show some restraint. Don't hurt feelings..."

Nangong Yuanfeng's voice transmission reached his ear.

"Teacher, rest assured, I know!"

Raising his brows, Mo'er's figure instantly turned into a wave of air, disappearing from the spot.

"Where is he?"

"Why can't we see him?"

The crowd below erupted in commotion.

This time, he clearly used stronger power than when fighting Luo Xuanqing. As soon as he moved, he vanished, leaving the stage empty, as if only Zhang Xuan was there.

"It's a special spatial martial technique! Using spatial distortion to hide in the surroundings, making him undetectable..."

Luo Qianzhen's face darkened.

It seemed that when this man fought his son, he held back. Not to mention other things, once this technique was used, even he, at the same level, might not withstand a single blow!

"Spatial distortion?" Luo Xuanqing was confused.

"Light travels in straight lines in the air, and so does human sight. He uses this property of space to distort his own space. Light travels along the distorted space, but to our eyes, it's still a straight line... Even divine sense can't detect it. This concealment method, though it can't last long, in battle, with瞬息万变, being undetectable gives an absolute advantage..."

Luo Qianzhen quickly explained.

"Then... does that mean our clan's genius has no chance of winning?" Luo Xuanqing's face turned pale.

If you can't even find the person, how can you fight?

"There might be a chance... but it's very slim..."

Shaking his head, Luo Qianzhen was just lamenting when he saw Luo Tianya on the stage raise his eyebrows in displeasure: "What's with the jumping? It's making me dizzy!"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand and slapped the air.

Slap!

A crisp sound rang out. From the empty space, a figure was squeezed out, crashing heavily onto the ground, his head stuck at the edge of the stage, face covered in blood, unconscious.

"Mo'er..."

"Junior Brother Mo..."

Seeing the guy lying on the ground, his thigh twitching as if electrocuted, Nangong Yuanfeng and the other three all changed expression.

This Mo'er, hidden in the void, was hard to detect even for them. The opponent stood still and slapped him away with one palm... How did he do it?

Luo Qianzhen was also stunned, looking as if he'd seen a ghost.

He had just said the chance of winning was slim, and then this strongman from the Hundred Schools of Thought was beaten unconscious... This Luo Tianya was too terrifying!

The three youths fed the unconscious Mo'er some pills, and he finally came to, staring blankly at the air, feeling like dying.

It seemed he still couldn't understand how the opponent found him and slapped him out of the distorted space.

"Teacher, I wish to compete with him!"

Knowing he had suffered too great a blow and needed time to recover, another youth among the three stepped forward and bowed with cupped hands.

"Very well!"

Seeing Zhang Xuan slap the man out with one palm, Nangong Yuanfeng clenched his fists. Now seeing the youth step forward, he took a deep breath and nodded: "This man's strength is strange. Be careful!"

If he had thought it didn't matter earlier, now that the opponent had made a move, he knew his strength. Even he dared not be careless.

"Teacher, rest assured!"

The youth nodded, his gaze turning cold as he came before Zhang Xuan: "I am willing to compete with you... Do you dare to accept?"

"You?"

Zhang Xuan looked regretful: "I said, let the five of you come together. Otherwise, you'll only get beaten... How about this: I won't bully you. I'll give you one second. You can attack freely, and I won't fight back!"