Chapter 1879: Scram, Small Fry

"Mm!"

Seeing that Fan Xiaoxing was gradually grasping the intent behind his conversation with Fan Xiaofeng, Zhang Xuan revealed a gratified smile.

Having borrowed Fan Xiaoxu's identity, it was only natural to give some benefits to the descendants of the ancient sage Zichi... Offering guidance through words, allowing them to gain insights during battle, would deepen their understanding and enable them to improve even after he left.

Bang bang bang!

Having injured two and eliminated one, only one remained, making things much simpler. Before long, Fan Xiaoxing had completely dealt with him.

Crushing the jade tokens of the remaining three, he approached the two with a face full of anger, wanting to curse them, but finally stopped, clasped his fists, and bowed: "Thank you for your earlier reminder..."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

He didn't care whether the other was grateful or not; he was simply doing what he thought was right, because he had always been such a low-key, reserved, restrained, and principled person.

"That fight just now was so fast... How could you see their flaws at a glance and give the correct solutions?"

After expressing his gratitude, Fan Xiaoxing was full of doubt.

He and these two were not far apart in cultivation, so how could he not see anything, while every combat method they mentioned was absolutely correct?

As if they could peer into the opponent's mind?

"Xiaoxu taught me..."

Fan Xiaofeng was full of excitement: "In battle, you must observe the opponent's intentions to anticipate their moves..."

Then he explained several methods.

Fan Xiaoxing was bewildered.

What the other said was unheard of, and even within the clan, there was no such tradition... How did Fan Xiaoxu know this?

"Cultivation requires more thinking and reflection, not just blindly working hard!"

Seeing his confusion, Zhang Xuan explained, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned to look to one side.

Rustle!

The wind howled, and then he saw three groups of people surrounding the forest from all sides.

Each group had four people, forming a twelve-person team, divided into three directions, encircling them.

"It's them... They've eliminated quite a few people along the way. If we don't join forces to take them down, sooner or later we'll end up like them!"

The leading youth of one group snorted.

He was a tall, stout fellow, very burly, with a booming voice that gave a metallic clang.

"Heh, being able to eliminate so many people means they're tough nuts!"

The leading youth of another group laughed and looked over: "Friends, you need to know your limits. You may be strong, but you can't keep taking all the meat and leave no soup for others!"

"What, you want to challenge us?"

Before Fan Xiaoxing could understand what was happening, Fan Xiaofeng stepped forward, smiled lightly, and showed strong confidence: "Then come at us together!"

Along the way, they had eliminated no fewer than sixty or seventy people. Barring accidents, their results had already shot into the top few, making it hard not to attract attention.

A talent that doesn't attract envy is mediocre.

Rolling over everyone, with one person not even having to act, such achievements would make many allied teams want to eliminate them.

Because once successful, those achievements would transfer to them, propelling them to first place.

"Xiaofeng..."

Unexpectedly, this guy was so reckless, charging in and speaking so directly, Fan Xiaoxing's face turned green with fear.

Twelve people united... Being surrounded, elimination was inevitable. Instead of thinking about escaping, he talked like this—was he asking for death?

Come at us together? Come at your sister...

I just finished fighting, can't even open my eyes, and now I have to fight them? I'll die...

"Let us all come at you? Kid, you're arrogant enough!"

The burly youth sneered: "Since you're asking for death, don't blame us for being rude... Attack!"

Since they had surrounded them, they must have already discussed it. With the words, the twelve slowly advanced, sealing off all directions.

"Xiaoxu..."

Seeing so many people surging in, Fan Xiaofeng not only felt no tension but grew more excited. He turned to look at Zhang Xuan, who remained expressionless but gave an affirmative look.

With a shout, Fan Xiaofeng charged straight into the crowd.

"Don't be reckless..."

Fan Xiaoxing felt ice-cold.

These were twelve people, each not weaker than him. Charging in with a shout—did he want to die?

"Xiaoxu, think of a way to escape quickly..."

Unable to hold back any longer, he turned to look at Zhang Xuan.

"No need to escape. Just watch Xiaofeng!"

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

From their earlier conversation, it seemed Xiaofeng had gained some insight. If they fled now, wouldn't the confidence he had built up collapse?

He naturally wouldn't allow that to happen.

"We're going to die..."

Unexpectedly, this guy was the same as the other. Fan Xiaoxing wobbled, feeling like he was about to vomit blood. Just as he didn't know what to do, he saw the burly youth leading the group had already bypassed Fan Xiaofeng and rushed to him.

Whoosh!

His five fingers spread out like a huge palm leaf, aimed directly at Fan Xiaoxu's head, as if to kill him outright.

When this guy didn't exert his power, he seemed like an ordinary Saint Realm Nine. Only when he went all out did one realize he had also reached Half-Step Indestructible, able to unleash his strongest power at any moment, making him impossible to resist.

"It's over..."

Fan Xiaoxing's face turned pale.

Earlier, he had managed to defeat those four because each opponent was individually weaker than him, and even then, he had nearly been beaten into a meat bun...

This one in front was so ferocious, and with strong fighters watching from all sides, there was definitely no escape this time...

Just as he was lamenting, thinking about where to drown his sorrows after being eliminated, he saw the attacked Fan Xiaoxu frown, not dodging, and slap back.

Slap!

Before the burly youth's palm could reach him, his own palm had already struck the other's face.

The former spun twice on the spot, seeing stars.

"You..."

After spinning a few times and recovering, the burly youth roared in anger and was about to strike.

Slap!

Another slap hit the other side of his face, making him spin twice in the opposite direction.

"Scram, small fry. Don't come here to cause trouble!"

Zhang Xuan snorted.

"I..."

The burly youth wanted to say something to save face, but recalling that the two slaps were as elusive as an antelope's horns, leaving no trace, he immediately flushed and couldn't say a word.

Could it be... that he really was just a small fry, unworthy of the other's effort?

He hurriedly looked at Fan Xiaofeng, who had charged into the crowd, and saw that four people were already lying on the ground. Although this guy's cultivation was inferior to his own, for some reason, he was incredibly adept in battle, like a wolf among sheep. None of the people he had brought could last three moves!

"Fine, I'll go fight him..."

Without any further hesitation, the burly youth turned and charged toward Fan Xiaofeng.

"..." Fan Xiaoxing's eyes nearly popped out.

Who the hell can tell me what just happened?

How come in just half an hour, Fan Xiaoxu and Fan Xiaofeng had become so strange... Was he dreaming?

For a moment, he was completely dazed.