Chapter 940: The Invincible Zheng Yang (Part 2)

"What did you say?"

Hearing this, the several war masters behind Zhuo Qingfeng immediately flew into a rage.

Even Wu Tianqiong, Shen Pingchao, and the others were dumbfounded.

Such a powerful war master, beaten black and blue in front of everyone, and mocked as chickens and dogs... Even witnessing it with their own eyes felt like a dream.

"I thought these so-called war masters were formidable, but they're nothing special!"

Holding the spear with one hand and clasping the other behind his back, Zheng Yang's expression was calm.

He had long heard of the war master profession and expected them to be impressive, but seeing them in person was rather disappointing.

"Such big talk!"

Seeing this unknown fellow so reckless and arrogant, Wu Xu shouted and stepped forward: "Dare to compete with me?"

Wu Xu had now reached the Half-Saint level, though only at the initial stage, his cultivation was as deep as a river, making it difficult even for ordinary Half-Saint peak cultivators to contend with him.

"Why not?" Raising his eyelids, Zheng Yang lifted his spear, which seemed to come alive.

"Fine, I'll suppress my cultivation to match yours and compete!"

Wu Xu nodded, drew his longsword, its sword light flickering like a spiritual snake.

Over the past three months, not only had his cultivation increased, but his understanding and comprehension of swordsmanship had also deepened, making him stronger than when he was in the Red Fire Fruit Valley.

"No need. A mere Half-Saint initial stage... Watch me break it with one spear!"

Smiling faintly, Zheng Yang stepped forward, the ground beneath him seeming to shrink. In one step, he was before Wu Xu, his spear like a dragon, carrying a glorious aura as it struck head-on.

"You're asking for death!"

Seeing that the opponent's move was unadorned and he intended to clash head-on, Wu Xu's face darkened.

No matter what, he was a Half-Saint level war master, invincible at the same level... With lower strength, it would be hard for others to defeat him even by trickery. Clashing head-on? Wasn't that suicide?

With a light shout, Wu Xu's longsword, without any flourish, thrust straight toward the opponent's spear tip.

At the same time, the true qi within his body surged like a river bursting its banks.

Since the opponent wanted a head-on clash, he would use the war master's formidable power to make him realize how ridiculous such an act was.

Bang!

The longsword and spear collided.

Wu Xu was thinking that the opponent would surely be unable to withstand his profound true qi and be crushed on the spot, when he suddenly felt an even more powerful force spreading over.

The river of true qi within him seemed to encounter a tsunami instantly, not even on the same level.

Staggering!

His face flushed, Wu Xu stepped back seven or eight paces on the ground, cold sweat pouring from his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"With just true qi and physical strength, he's stronger than Wu Xu, who is a level higher... How did this guy cultivate?"

Zhuo Qingfeng and the others nearby also widened their eyes, startled.

At the same level, war masters had the best physical bodies and true qi... This sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, crossing levels, could actually shake Wu Xu back... It was too terrifying.

"Let's continue!"

Having repelled Wu Xu, Zheng Yang felt a surge of pride, let out a long cry, and stepped forward again.

At the same time, his spear tapped lightly, each strike sealing off the directions Wu Xu could defend or retreat.

"Such fast spear techniques, such profound combat skills..."

Zhuo Qingfeng's pupils contracted again.

If the opponent only used brute force, there would be nothing to fear, because great strength is not the criterion for victory in battle. Just like the competition during the day, those students from Hongyuan Academy had no strength, yet his war masters were no match for them.

Brute force could be compensated by combat skills, finding the opponent's weaknesses and defeating them...

He had thought Wu Xu would have a chance, but never dreamed that the opponent's understanding of combat and control of techniques were equally formidable.

This spear thrust clearly saw the loophole in Wu Xu's technique, sealing off the surroundings at the fastest speed, so that no matter how strong his martial skills, he couldn't use them.

Strong in strength, deep in martial skill comprehension... Where did this guy come from?

Too terrifying!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

While his mind was wandering, Wu Xu ahead was already in danger, retreating several steps. Unable to withstand it any longer, his longsword flew out of his hand, tumbled in the air a few times, and stuck into the ground more than ten meters away.

Then he stumbled and fell to the ground. The youth's spear rested on his neck, icy cold, as if it would pierce his throat at any moment.

"I lost..."

Wu Xu's whole body went stiff.

He had thought that after breaking through to Half-Saint, few at the same level could defeat him. He never dreamed that a youth at only the Silkworm Seal initial stage would easily defeat him without even giving him a chance to resist.

"Impressive... I'll compete with you!"

Seeing his friend defeated so thoroughly, Lu Cheng could no longer hold back and stepped forward.

"Lu Cheng, you are no match for him."

Zhuo Qingfeng shook his head.

With his insight, he could easily see the terror of this youth.

True qi, strength, speed, understanding of martial skills, comprehension of combat... all flawless, without any defect.

Although Lu Cheng had broken through to Half-Saint early and was the strongest among the group he led, compared to the opponent, he was still far behind, with no comparability.

"Captain..." Lu Cheng was anxious.

The opponent had come to their doorstep, sweeping away the face of their war masters. If they didn't teach him a lesson, how could they face others in the future?

"I'll do it myself..."

Shaking his head, Zhuo Qingfeng stepped forward and looked at Zheng Yang not far away.

"I won't bully you. I'll suppress my cultivation to match yours!"

Whoosh!

Having said that, Zhuo Qingfeng's aura contracted in a series, dropping from the previous Saint Domain Second Layer to Silkworm Seal initial stage.

Although his cultivation was lowered, his understanding of martial skills, combat experience, and reaction speed remained unchanged. So even at Silkworm Seal initial stage, his actual combat power was more terrifying than Lu Cheng at Half-Saint.

"Let's begin!"

Zheng Yang nodded, said nothing more, and raised his spear. In an instant, his whole being seemed to become one with the spear, the spear also being himself.

The highest realm of unity between man and spear—man and spear as one!

Zhuo Qingfeng's expression turned serious. He drew a longsword and pointed it forward.

Whoosh!

Knowing the opponent's strength, he flickered and made the first move.

His footsteps were very complex, as if stepping on some special footwork. Though he seemed to arrive in front, if one tried to attack, one would find him far away, unreachable.

"It's a kind of formation... War Master Zhuo is integrating footwork with formations; the process of advancing is also the process of setting up a formation!"

Wu Tianqiong's pupils contracted.

Although war masters do not comprehend auxiliary skills, they can use many auxiliary skills in combat to enhance their fighting power.

Just like the move Zhuo Qingfeng was now executing.

Effectively combining footwork with formations would make it hard for the opponent to find his direction, thus unable to determine the most accurate attack point.

"This move is terrifying. Even I can't handle it and can only temporarily dodge. Let's see how this youth deals with it..."

Shen Pingchao nodded.

The move War Master Zhuo used was bizarre and inexplicable. Even without suppressing his cultivation, it was hard to grasp. Once a Silkworm Seal cultivator failed to respond properly, he would lose on the spot.

"Hmph!"

Zheng Yang opposite seemed to see through his intention. He snorted lightly, didn't dodge, and instead thrust his spear fiercely into the ground.

Crash!

A spear light blazed out, and the ground immediately split with a huge crack, dozens of meters long.

At the same time, the spear tip lifted, sending gravel rolling and dust flying.

"Breaking the formation with... gravel? Impressive!"

Seeing this, Wu Tianqiong's eyes lit up.

He had just been wondering how the opponent would respond, and then he saw this move, his heart filled with excitement.

Zhuo Qingfeng used his legs to set up formations, making his figure elusive and undetectable, more terrifying than an illusion. Instead of attacking, the opponent thrust directly into the ground, raising dust and smoke... This meant using the dust to cover the surroundings.

No matter what formation or leg technique, if the dust could land on it, it was real; if not, it was fake!

In other words, with one move, he had broken the leg technique.

Whoosh!

Amid the exclamation, the youth had already located War Master Zhuo's exact position, his spear piercing through the air and arriving straight before him.

"Hmph!"

Seeing his leg technique broken so quickly, Zhuo Qingfeng's face darkened. He raised his longsword and thrust forward.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sword light and spear tip clashed.

His chest tight, Zhuo Qingfeng retreated several steps, horrified.

At the same level, his true qi strength was far inferior to the opponent's.

Especially the purity of true qi, which was as different as clouds and mud, incomparable.

To teach a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth to be so powerful, how formidable must his teacher be?

Swish! Swish! Swish!

He swung his longsword several times to deflect the opponent's attacking force, then charged again. However, the opponent seemed to see the flaws in his attacks, his spear relentless, each thrust faster than the last.

After eight consecutive thrusts, Zhuo Qingfeng's face turned pale, and he was already short of breath.

The opponent's true qi was too powerful, suppressing him so that he couldn't resist.

If not for his original cultivation having reached Saint Domain Second Layer, with fast reaction speed and more agile body, he would have been severely injured by now.

"Stop, no need to continue... I am no match!"

Jumping back, Zhuo Qingfeng left the battle circle and waved his hand at the youth before him.

Although unwilling to admit it, facts were facts. Even if he personally fought, he was no match for this youth.

The opponent's understanding of martial skills, combat experience, and even strength were more than double his own.

Such a strong man, once he entered the War Master Hall, would be at least a Thousand Commander, or even... a Vice Commander!

He never expected such a genius to be here!

"Are you also a student of Hongyuan Academy? May I ask who your teacher is? Are you interested in joining our War Master Hall?"

Unable to help himself, Zhuo Qingfeng said.

"I am not a student of Hongyuan Academy..."

Putting away his spear, Zheng Yang clasped his hands behind his back and looked over calmly: "However, my teacher is Zhang Xuan!"