Chapter 1880: What a Coincidence, You Too!

The square outside the mountain peak.

Shang Wu, unable to control his body under the force of the teleportation array, fell to the ground, staring blankly at the sky, feeling somewhat doubtful about life.

He was the successor of the ancient sage Zixiu, a true favored son of heaven, who had stood out from thousands of clansmen. But here... cooperating with several companions to besiege an opponent weaker than himself, he was easily eliminated by the other party...

The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt, unable to face anyone.

Struggling to stand up, he was about to cover his face and sneak away when he heard a surprised voice.

"Shang Wu, you were eliminated too? Didn't expect to see you here..."

Then a figure came up to him.

Recognizing the person, Shang Wu was startled: "Xi Yuan, why are you here too?"

Xi Yuan was a descendant of the ancient sage Zixi. The two were close friends and often sparred together, with similar strength. Shang Wu felt it was shameful to be eliminated so quickly and didn't want to be seen, but he didn't expect his good friend to be eliminated even faster.

He had actually arrived first.

"Ah, don't mention it. I attacked someone weaker than me, trying to secure a spot, but somehow ended up here..." Xi Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile.

"You were also eliminated by someone weaker than you?"

Shang Wu trembled, unable to contain himself: "Who was it?"

"Better not say. It's embarrassing to say. That guy's strength was only at the ordinary Saint Realm Ninth Layer Peak, far inferior to me..."

Xi Yuan's face reddened.

"Also ordinary Saint Realm Ninth Layer Peak? Who exactly?" Shang Wu urged.

"It's... Fan Xiaofeng, descendant of the ancient sage Zichi!"

Xi Yuan said awkwardly.

"So it was him... I was eliminated by him too!" Shang Wu swayed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You were also eliminated by Fan Xiaofeng?"

Xi Yuan was stunned.

"Yes! He fought against twelve of us alone and eliminated us all..." Shang Wu quickly explained, but before he finished, a surprised voice sounded.

"You were also eliminated by Fan Xiaofeng? What a coincidence! We were eliminated by him too. He alone sent the three of us here together..."

Then four people approached.

"What a coincidence, us too!"

Another three came.

"Really a coincidence, same here. So miserable!"

Another five arrived.

"We're not the worst. See Yan Yixiao and the others over there? They seem to have been eliminated by the descendant of the ancient sage Zichi too..."

A few more came up.

Shang Wu's mouth twitched.

In a flash, over forty people had gathered around, all eliminated by that Fan Xiaofeng alone...

Could it be a mistake?

Attacking so many people, wouldn't he get hurt or run out of true energy?

"Don't be discouraged. Come with me!"

Seeing him like this, a young man smiled and came over.

"Mm!"

Recognizing the person as Bo Xu, descendant of the ancient sage Zixi, Shang Wu nodded and followed.

Bo Xu led Shang Wu out of the crowd to another group of eliminated youths: "Hello, we were eliminated by the descendant of the ancient sage Zichi. And you..."

"What a coincidence, us too!"

"Us too!"

"Fellow sufferers... from now on we're good friends!"

A bustle of activity, and more than a dozen people gathered around.

Leaving this group, he approached another, but before he could speak, the other party greeted him: "Eliminated by Fan Xiaofeng, right? Same here, we've finally found our organization..."

Shang Wu: "..."

At this moment, he truly felt like crying.

"Everyone, listen up. We want to form an 'Association of Those Eliminated by Descendants of Ancient Sage Zichi'. Anyone willing to join?"

A voice rang out.

"I'm in!"

"Me too!"

...

A chorus of responses.

"..."

Suddenly, Shang Wu felt that being eliminated by someone of lower cultivation was not shameful at all—instead, he was secretly pleased, filled with a sense of honor!

...

"That's it?"

Staring wide-eyed at Fan Xiaofeng, who stood before him unchanged, Fan Xiaoxing felt his worldview completely overturned.

Faced with these twelve people, he hadn't even had a chance to flee, yet Xiaofeng, who was on par with him in strength, had charged in and eliminated them all...

What had happened in just half an hour? Why such a dramatic change?

Fan Xiaofeng nodded, ignored him, and walked over to Zhang Xuan: "This time... how did I do?"

His eyes were nervous, like a student who hadn't done his winter homework well facing the teacher.

"How did you do?" Zhang Xuan's eyes were bleak, lacking energy. He waved his hand: "That's enough."

He couldn't even be bothered to say more.

After so much guidance and so many battles, he still fought like this. Good thing it wasn't his real body, or he'd be mortified!

Of all the disciples he, Zhang Xuan, had taught, which one wasn't famous, with superb understanding of combat? But this one...

Earlier, he thought descendants of the Hundred Schools would learn quickly and draw inferences, but who knew... they drew too many inferences, ending up with a mess.

"I... I was wrong! I know I didn't fight well..."

Seeing his expression, Fan Xiaofeng's face changed, his voice trembling.

His current achievements were all due to this man's guidance. If he stopped teaching, how could he improve?

"And you call that not fighting well?"

Dumbfounded, Fan Xiaoxing grabbed his hair, looking frantic, unable to follow their train of thought.

"Good that you know!" Zhang Xuan turned around: "Just now, in the third move when you entered the crowd, you could have used Tongbei Fist to eliminate that man in gray with the simplest effort. Why did you switch to Jingshou Hand to attack the one on the right? Do you realize that wasted three whole moves? In three moves, if someone reacted, you'd be dead without knowing how! And that kick—you could have dodged it early, but you chose to take it head-on, showing off your qi shield or tough body..."

The more he spoke, the angrier he got. Zhang Xuan listed seven or eight flaws in one breath, each hitting the mark.

"I..."

Fan Xiaofeng was speechless.

The fight had been fast, but he hadn't expected Xiaoxu to remember every move clearly, with all the flaws etched in his mind.

He had been proud and confident after single-handedly eliminating twelve people, but hearing this, he realized he was still far from good!

There was still much room for improvement.

"Xiaofeng fought so well and still has so many flaws. Xiaoxu's eye..."

Fan Xiaoxing kept swallowing his saliva.

Only now did he finally understand why Fan Xiaofeng had changed so much in just half an hour...

It was all thanks to this Fan Xiaoxu!

"Xiaoxu, please teach me too. I want to become as strong as Xiaofeng..."

Unable to hold back any longer, Fan Xiaoxing also came forward, cupping his fists sincerely, his earlier arrogance gone.