Ling Feng'er, witnessing another teammate from her sect fall indirectly due to Zhang Ergou, felt her anger towards him surge.
"Haha, Zhang Ergou, well done."
However, in stark contrast to Ling Feng'er was Chen Gong, who was locked in combat with her.
Seeing Zhang Ergou freeing his sect disciples one by one, causing significant losses to the Liuhai Sect, Chen Gong was overjoyed. His sole objective now was to prevent Ling Feng'er from interfering with Zhang Ergou.
Zhang Ergou and his companions were also astute, not immediately targeting the powerful Liuhai Sect disciples. They naturally avoided provoking Ling Feng'er, who was locked in a fierce struggle with Chen Gong. Their objective was clear: to deal with the seemingly easier-to-handle Liuhai Sect disciples first.
It wasn't just Ling Feng'er who noticed Zhang Ergou and his group; other high-cultivation disciples of the Liuhai Sect also observed their tactics. However, they were all entangled by their opponents, unable to disengage.
The disciples of the Misty Sect, seeing Zhang Ergou, Wang Teng, and Xiao Qingyu systematically breaking through the Liuhai Sect disciples, fought with even greater fervor. They certainly would not let their opponents escape their grasp easily.
For a moment, the Liuhai Sect disciples on the stage, worried about Zhang Ergou and his group, became hesitant in their attacks. The disciples of the Misty Sect, free from such concerns, fought with unrestrained ferocity, dominating opponents of equal strength.
From a corner of the arena, disciples from other minor sects watched the unfolding battle in the center with astonishment. Since no one was paying attention to them, they were content to be spectators. Even if their fate was sealed, destined to be knocked off the stage eventually, they relished any extra time they could gain.
These disciples remained stationary, and Zhang Ergou and his group were not foolish enough to seek them out. By now, Zhang Ergou, Xiao Qingyu, and Wang Teng had reached Lu Xiaoyu's side. Lin Yueru, the first disciple Zhang Ergou had rescued, had already arrived to assist Lu Xiaoyu before them. Lu Xiaoyu was fighting a female disciple of the Liuhai Sect, around twenty years old, wielding a long whip – a rather unusual weapon, especially for a female disciple.
"Senior Sister, does Senior Sister Lu need help?"
Seeing Lin Yueru already aiding Lu Xiaoyu, Zhang Ergou and the others did not rush in directly. Instead, they inquired.
"You beast, you didn't ask us before!"
Wang Teng and Xiao Qingyu simultaneously expressed their dissatisfaction with Zhang Ergou. However, Zhang Ergou ignored them and flashed to Lu Xiaoyu's side.
"Senior Sister, attack her lower body. Senior Sister Lu, strike her back."
Zhang Ergou moved to the side, causing Lu Xiaoyu's opponent to tense up. Relieved that Zhang Ergou wasn't joining the fray directly, she nearly spat blood when she heard his instructions. She was furious. This brat...
These fellows hadn't only not helped, but they had sent their weakest, which was utterly humiliating. This disciple immediately felt the same sentiment as the female disciple who had fallen earlier.
"How shameless!"
Zhang Ergou and the others paid no mind to his thoughts. Wang Teng, in particular, exerted all his might, aiming to shed the humiliation of being considered the weakest.
"Haha, Wang Teng, you've arrived at the perfect time." Lin Yichen was delighted to see Wang Teng come to his aid. He cared not who helped him, as long as someone did.