Chapter 966 Teacher Zhang's Students (Part 1)

"Want to get through? Not so easy!"

The three war masters guarding the dragon's tail, seeing his spear light like lightning, grunted simultaneously, each taking out their weapons. Their three true qi fused, coordinating with the formation, and the massive dragon's tail suddenly lashed out. The spiritual energy within dozens of kilometers seemed to be drained in an instant, the air tightening.

"Hmph!"

Anticipating the opponent's move, Zheng Yang raised his brows, stamped his foot on the ground, sinking it more than three inches deep. His whole body was as steady as Mount Tai, and his long spear thrust upward sharply.

Zzzt!

The spear clashed with the dragon's tail. The resulting blast wave surged outward, ring after ring, like a stone falling into a lake, layers of ripples spreading out, blowing the hair of the people below upright.

"Get lost!"

Eyes wide, Zheng Yang roared, and the long spear continued to extend forward!

Boom!

An immense force immediately lifted the dragon's tail, stabbing it firmly in midair.

One move shook three masters, one spear lifted the great dragon!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

As the great dragon was lifted, the three war masters simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood, stepped back in unison, and looked again at the young man opposite, shock in their eyes.

Having heard that Master Zhuo was no match, this Zheng Yang still dared to accept the Dragon Gate Formation, they had guessed he might not be easy to deal with. But... they never dreamed that he would attack with brute force, meeting strength with strength, forcibly knocking the dragon's tail to the ground!

Most crucially... this was only the first move!

The three of them were already injured. How could they continue?

"The Dragon Gate Formation is monitored directly by the War Master Hall headquarters; there's no cheating. Although he destroyed the dragon's tail, to pass he still needs to defeat us..."

One war master shouted.

So what if he knocked down the great dragon?

The three of them were only lightly injured. If the three centurions joined forces, they might still be able to block him.

"Good!"

Another nodded, and was about to speak when he saw the weakest of the three, a war master of the same rank as the opponent, already pierced through the shoulder by a spear, lying on the ground.

"So fast?"

His pupils contracted, startled.

In the time it took them to exchange a few words, he had already taken out one. A few more words, and wouldn't they all be gone?

"Hmph!"

True to their status as war masters, seasoned in battle, though shocked, they showed no panic. They roared simultaneously and attacked together.

Their coordination was flawless—one attacked, one defended. With two people and four hands, if the opponent mishandled the attack, he would surely suffer unimaginable blows.

Zheng Yang showed no tension at all. Instead, he raised his long spear and thrust forward.

Swish!

Before the spear even arrived, it frantically devoured the surrounding spiritual energy, as if about to transform into a living dragon.

Bang!

The spear tip struck the weapon of the defending war master. A series of clanging sounds, and the war master felt his palm go weak, blood spurting from his tiger's mouth.

The opponent's strength was not only concentrated but also rapidly cycled, seemingly inexhaustible. Though his defense was strong, it still couldn't hold.

Having knocked away the opponent's weapon, Zheng Yang did not continue—not because he didn't want to, but because the attacking war master was already upon him.

"Go!"

Without dodging, Zheng Yang's thrusting spear suddenly changed direction, sweeping horizontally.

Bang!

It struck the war master square in the waist. The latter didn't even react before being sent flying, spouting blood in midair, and falling off the platform.

Whoosh!

Having sent that one flying, Zheng Yang flicked his spear tip again, stopping it at the throat of the defending war master.

"We... lost!"

Feeling the icy killing intent from the spear tip, the war master's face turned ashen.

The three of them guarding the dragon's tail—he first pierced the weakest, taking him out of the fight, then attacked him to draw attention, switching from thrust to sweep... In one move, he broke their coordination and severely wounded two.

Now, even if they wanted to resist, there was no way.

"They lost just like that?"

"This Zheng Yang only used three moves?"

"Yeah... three moves to defeat the dragon's tail... terrifying!"

"Although it was only three moves, did you see? His transition from thrust to sweep had no pause... If true qi flowed through the body like that, it would cause violent collisions. How strong must his body be to withstand it without any problem?"

"That's a forced change of move, easily causing internal injury. Not only did he have no problem, but his strength was also full. It shows that not only is his body robust, but his meridians are also highly resilient, and his true qi is exceptionally pure... All three are indispensable!"

"Well, if it were me, even if there were no opponent, just training alone, I might end up severely injured..."

Seeing this, everyone turned pale with shock.

Zheng Yang's move just now looked simple, but in reality, it demanded an astonishing level of physical strength, true qi, meridians, and reaction—none could be lacking.

If even one thing went wrong, it was highly likely that instead of winning, he would be severely injured and defeated on the spot.

To grasp the timing so precisely, defeating three people and shattering the dragon's tail with minimal consumption and the shortest time—this Zheng Yang was not only full of power but also possessed an incredible understanding of combat.

"They didn't lose unjustly..." Liao Song's body stiffened.

Earlier, he thought Zheng Yang had little hope of breaking through the Dragon Gate Formation, but now he realized that this sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youth might actually accomplish the feat that no one in the War Master Hall had achieved in three hundred years.

These three were his subordinates, and he knew their combat power and coordination well. With the Dragon Gate Formation, they couldn't even withstand three moves. Zheng Yang's terror was such that even he, at the same level, would find it hard to contend with all three combined.

"Whoosh!"

While the audience below was stunned, Zheng Yang on the platform exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, glanced forward, and strode toward the dragon's back.

To others, his victory seemed simple, but only he knew how difficult it was.

If he hadn't already internalized the teacher's teachings into his bones, it would have been impossible to defeat them so quickly.

Even so, he still felt a tightness in his chest, and the meridians in his body ached as if torn.

The violent attack just now had caused him some minor injuries, but nothing serious.

As he moved forward, he treated himself using the method the teacher had taught him. After a dozen steps, the tightness in his chest had eased significantly, and his strength was fully restored.

Although he practiced only a simplified version of the Heavenly Dao technique, it still possessed some of its special effects, making recovery from injuries and fatigue more effective and faster than with other true qi.

"Let's continue!"

With his strength restored, he smiled lightly. Zheng Yang thrust his spear forward again, charging straight at the three people on the dragon's back.

The three on the dragon's back were at least at the peak of the Silkworm Seal Realm, with two being Half-Saints, making the difficulty more than double that of before.

This time, he chose to strike first. With a flick of his foot, he appeared before the three like lightning, shook his spear, and thrust it straight out.

"Senior Sister, did you teach him the movement technique?"

Seeing his speed, Liu Yang on the side couldn't help but look over.

"Yes," Wang Ying nodded.

Although the teacher had only taught her the movement technique, the senior and junior sisters often exchanged knowledge. He had taught her some spear intent, and she had imparted the movement technique to him in full.

Unfortunately, Zheng Yang's talent in movement technique was not as good as hers. Even so, after training, his movement had become extremely fast, enough to catch these people off guard.

On the platform, Zheng Yang's spear danced, blocking the attacks of two war masters, while another war master attacked from behind.

At that moment, he couldn't withdraw his spear, so in desperation, he punched backward.

Bang!

His fist collided with the opponent's weapon. The latter's face turned pale as he retreated seven or eight steps.

"Did you teach him the fist technique too?"

Seeing this, Wang Ying smiled lightly.

"Yes," Liu Yang nodded.

He had also taught Zheng Yang the fist technique he had learned. In other words, the latter was now proficient in fist, movement, leg, and spear techniques, with no weaknesses.

"These three will probably find it very hard to defeat Zheng Yang..."

Wang Ying's lips curled up.

They knew very well how powerful the martial skills the teacher taught were, having practiced them themselves.

Others could roam the world and remain undefeated at the same level with just one move, but Zheng Yang now combined all techniques and had studied martial skills to the bone.

Although the three on the platform were all higher in level, with Half-Saints among them, it would certainly not be easy for them to win.

While the two below were marveling, Zheng Yang on the platform had his spear whistling, his fist technique fierce, and his movement technique ghostly, making him hard to see clearly.

The three war masters fighting him were sweating more and more, and the pressure was mounting.

"No, if this continues, we will definitely lose..." one of the war masters couldn't help but roar.

They were all suppressing their cultivation to a lower level, so their insight and experience were greater than that of ordinary Half-Saints. Now, with all their skills unleashed and fighting together, they couldn't gain any advantage; in fact, a single misstep could lead to being pierced by a spear. The intense pressure was driving them to the brink of collapse.

This youth before them, though young, was no weaker than them in physical strength, true qi, eyesight, and understanding of martial skills, with no flaws at all.

"Use your ultimate moves!" With a roar, one of the war masters swung his weapon, and his thick true qi formed a huge curtain in the air, like an overturned wave, enveloping Zheng Yang.

Seeing him go all out, another war master was not to be outdone. He thrust his weapon sharply, and in an instant, the world seemed to change color. The weapon's light flashed with a dazzling blue, as if piercing a hole in the sky, flying straight toward Zheng Yang.

"And me!" The third war master slammed his giant hammer down. Above the platform, a huge lid seemed to appear, covering the surroundings, making it impossible to hear or see.

With the three attacking together—one attacking, one defending, one trapping—Zheng Yang immediately fell into an unprecedented crisis.

"Oh no, they've all unleashed the maximum power their levels allow. Zheng Yang probably can't hold on..."

Elder Mi and the others turned pale.

If it were them, they might not even last a single move. For this sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youth to have lasted this long was already remarkable...

But now, in this crisis, could he continue?

Everyone's heart was in their throat.