Chapter 630: Instructing Master Hong

"Exactly!" Crown Prince Ye Qian's eyes widened as well, not knowing what was happening.

You, with your big talk of challenging three alone, were thought to have some backing, to be unstoppable, or at least to hold your own, but instead... you got bloodied nose and mouth at the first encounter—what's going on?

This isn't a challenge; it's a one-sided beating!

"Could it be a moment of carelessness, not yet in the zone..."

Recalling something, Ye Qian started to explain, but before he finished, he saw Luo Zhao land another punch, hitting Master Hong's nose again, causing even more blood to flow.

"Cough... well, I guess I misjudged; he's really no match for the three of them..."

Almost choking on his saliva, Ye Qian shook his head.

In fact, Master Hong's strength wasn't too weak, but with three opponents of the same level joining forces, it was different—two fists can't fight four hands, let alone six fists.

In the blink of an eye, he took several punches, his head covered in bumps.

Behind the wine table, Luo Xuan and Bi Jianghai were also going crazy.

They thought Master Hong would display great prowess and secure the spot, but instead, he was beaten half to death from the start...

"Master Zhang, what's going on..."

They hurriedly turned to look at Zhang Xuan, only to see him with his eyes closed, as if asleep...

Both of them staggered.

You confidently sent Master Hong up, and now that the match has started, you're peacefully sleeping—what are you trying to do?

Even if you're messing with people, this is too much!

If it weren't for him coming with them from the Ten Nations Alliance, they'd suspect he was a spy...

"Master Zhang, what should I do?"

As the two were going mad, the battered Master Hong couldn't take it anymore and quickly sent a telepathic message.

Before the fight, Master Zhang told him to start fighting and then he would give instructions. Now he had turned into a pig's head, but not a word had been said. He looked over and was moved to tears.

Weren't you supposed to watch their moves and find flaws to instruct me?

Does anyone watch a fight with their eyes closed?

"It's over..."

In an instant, Master Hong felt life was no longer worth living.

If only he hadn't believed this guy's nonsense. Now, not only was he getting beaten, but the three spots would also be lost... What a mess...

Just as he thought there was no hope and he would surely be beaten half to death, he heard a faint voice in his ear.

"Advance half a foot, shift left three inches, Returning Yuan Palm seventh form, bow, bend, Dragon-Catching Fist third move..."

"Master Zhang..."

Hearing the voice, his spirits immediately lifted. He looked again and saw that the young man had somehow opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and shining with dazzling light.

"Good!"

Seeing the other's demeanor, Master Hong couldn't help but believe. Gritting his teeth, he swayed his body and stepped forward as instructed.

...

"Thought you had grown some skills, daring to challenge us three, but it seems you're not much..."

After two consecutive punches that left Master Hong bruised and swollen, Master Feng's face showed strong confidence, as if his own injuries didn't hurt as much.

"Less talk, let's beat him into submission first!"

Luo Zhao was also full of excitement.

Having been slapped in public earlier, he was already furious. Seeing such an opportunity, he wouldn't let it go. With a loud shout, he seemed to grow eight hands, flashing phantom images as he charged forward.

Spirit-level mid-grade martial technique, Eight-Armed Divine Fist!

"Good, since he's asking for death, let's grant his wish!"

Chen Yue also shouted repeatedly and kicked over.

Though not a martial technique, the kick was extremely tricky and hard to defend against.

Master Feng attacked from behind, Luo Zhao from above, and Chen Yue from below—in an instant, the three sealed off the upper, middle, and lower paths, leaving no way to block.

Just as Master Hong seemed unable to dodge and was sure to be injured, his foot suddenly slid, as if he had anticipated their attacks, appearing where none of them could reach.

He dodged, but their attacks didn't stop and continued forward.

Feng Yu was hit in the head by Luo Zhao's fist, Luo Zhao was kicked in the groin by Chen Yue, and Chen Yue was struck in the chest by Feng Yu.

Bang! Smack! Crash!

Three consecutive sounds, and the three men's mouths twitched, their vision going dark, nearly fainting.

To teach Master Hong a lesson, they had used all their strength, never dreaming that instead of hitting him, they would hurt their own.

"Damn it..."

With a roar, Feng Yu recovered and struck down at Master Hong nearby. As smoothly as before, just as his palm was about to reach, he saw a huge foot growing larger.

Bang!

His vision went black, and he flew sideways, crashing headfirst into a table in the banquet hall, his head stuck inside, half his body exposed.

"You're asking for death..."

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye of mutual beating, Master Feng was nearly killed again. Luo Zhao, full of rage, threw another punch.

Master Hong seemed to have seen through his fist path and kicked out before the fist arrived.

Bang!

He was kicked in the groin again.

"Ooh ooh ooh..."

With a rooster-like cry of pain, Luo Zhao curled up like a shrimp and crashed to the ground.

Kicked twice in the weakest spot, even as a Mortal Transformation Realm Sixth Layer expert, he couldn't bear it. His heart bled, and he felt... he had lost sensation...

"Your turn!"

Having kicked away two experts of the same level, Master Hong's confidence soared. He charged forward two steps, then suddenly retreated and swung a slap.

Smack!

The slap rang out, and Chen Yue was knocked staggering, blood spurting from his mouth. Like Luo Zhao before him, three or four teeth flew out.

The earlier trouble-making had been merciful, but now in the midst of battle, with aura bursting forth, all his strength was poured into that slap on the face. How devastating was that? If not for the guy's strong cultivation, his head might have been blown off.

While the fight raged fiercely, the entire room fell into dead silence. Everyone's eyes bulged as if they were about to go mad.

Hadn't Master Hong just been beaten so badly he couldn't tell north from south, barely holding on?

They had thought he would concede soon, never dreamed... in the blink of an eye, how had he become so fierce?

Three Mortal Transformation Sixth Layer experts, joining forces, couldn't even block one move. If he had been this powerful before... how had he been beaten so badly?

"He saw through the opponents' moves, anticipated their actions, and made preemptive judgments. That's how he left Master Feng and the others helpless!"

Wu Zhen in the middle, his fingers holding the wine cup turning white, his eyes full of gravity.

Originally, he hadn't been very interested in such a small-time competition. Who would have thought this Master Hong was so extraordinary?

In just a few moves, he saw through the opponents' intentions and coordination, and made the most correct counterattack.

This was no longer just a matter of strength, but of insight!

How sharp must one's insight be, and how powerful one's analytical reasoning, to make such judgments in just a dozen breaths?

Even he definitely couldn't do it!

"Probably only those true prodigies from the academy could do it..."

Several figures emerged in his mind.

Although he was also called a genius, possessing enviable talent and cultivation in a small place like Huanyu Imperial Capital, he wasn't particularly outstanding at Hongyuan Famous Teacher Academy—in fact, he could be said to have no great reputation!

Not to mention others, even Luo Qiqi, who came with him, had incredible talent in combat that he couldn't match.

This Master Hong before him, reaching Five Stars at such an age, he hadn't paid much attention to. Never dreamed that his adaptability in combat was no less than Luo Qiqi's or those famous prodigies at the academy!

Was it real?

"No, if Master Hong had this ability, he would have shaken the entire Huanyu Imperial Capital and made Luo Zhao and the others wary. How could he have been beaten black and blue before starting to explode?"

His eyebrows lifted.

Earlier, Master Hong, besieged by three, was full of flaws and had no technique. If he had combat talent, he would have shown it from the start, not changed instantly, making people feel completely different.

"Could it be..."

Frowning, he quickly looked to one side, his eyes landing on the young man who had insisted on letting Master Hong compete.

He saw the young man's mouth opening and closing, clearly sending a voice transmission to Master Hong in the middle of the fight.

"Voice transmission? So that's it!"

Earlier, Master Hong clearly didn't want to fight all three at once. It was this guy who insisted on fighting. Since he dared to do so, he must have been confident of victory. So suspecting him, a look confirmed it.

"Using voice transmission to guide a Five-Star master in battle, and turning the tide? How is that possible?"

The more he thought, the more shocked he became.

Mortal Transformation Fourth Layer and Sixth Layer differ by two major levels, involving the use of the soul.

Logically, Master Feng and the others' fight was something he couldn't possibly understand... Now not only did he understand, but he also broke their combined attack, letting Master Hong display great power. This insight... was terrifyingly strong.

"Whether he's guiding him, a test will tell!"

After the shock, full of doubt, suddenly remembering something, he curled his lips and spoke directly.

"Master Zhang!"

His voice was loud, echoing through the entire room.

"Huh?"

Zhang Xuan was startled and turned his head.

Clearly, he hadn't expected that Senior Wu, whom even the Crown Prince respected, would call him.

Thump thump!

Ah! Ah!

As he turned, sounds of fists hitting flesh and cries of pain came from the center.

He quickly turned back and saw Master Hong, having lost guidance, being beaten again.

"Move one foot to the right front, turn and use the eighth move of Dragon Capture Palm..."

He sent the voice transmission again.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Hearing his words, Master Hong regained the upper hand, suppressing the three until they couldn't breathe. With two consecutive punches, Luo Zhao and Chen Yue saw stars.

"Master Zhang!"

Just as he was happily transmitting, Senior Wu's voice rang out again.

"Oh!"

Zhang Xuan turned.

Thump thump!

Ah! Ah!

Master Hong cried out again.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that without guidance he got beaten, Zhang Xuan quickly turned back and transmitted: "Leap lightly, lift your breath, retreat seven steps..."

"Master Zhang!"

Before he finished, Wu Zhen continued.

"What exactly do you want?"

Zhang Xuan was exasperated.

"I... just calling casually. You go on!"

Wu Zhen waved his hand.

"..." Zhang Xuan.

Damn, was this guy really a top student from Hongyuan Famous Teacher Academy?

How could he be so annoying?

As he lamented, Master Hong in the arena was in tears: "Master Zhang, can you please focus... Don't play like this. If we keep playing, I'll die..."