On the battle stage, Song Zhinan's face was ashen.
The guys who were good with Zhang Ergou were too shameless, openly placing bets.
And they didn't just bet, they bet on how many moves Zhang Ergou would win within.
It was too much bullying!
Song Zhinan felt like he was about to cry. If the other side hadn't been so numerous, he would have dealt with them first before fighting Zhang Ergou.
Zhang Ergou stared coldly at Song Zhinan. In Zhang Ergou's eyes, this fellow was a complete hypocrite.
Relying on his status as the top disciple of the Disciplinary Hall, he committed evil deeds, often judging cases according to his own whims rather than with fairness and justice.
After beating him up last time, this brat still hadn't learned his lesson. While Lu Yan and Jiang Hao surrounded him, they intended to punish him.
If Zilin hadn't arrived in time, he didn't know how much he would have suffered.
Zhang Ergou had not forgotten the hatred from those one hundred lashes, and now that they had met, he would settle both old and new scores!
Song Zhinan was also filled with hatred for Zhang Ergou. Last time, because of Zhang Ergou's matter, his master Yan Feng had confined him until he was released only a few days ago.
Now, hearing Zhang Ergou's group of cronies yelling and not paying him any attention at all, Song Zhinan's hatred for Zhang Ergou deepened.
He was, after all, one of the top ten outer disciples, a prodigy of this generation in the Misty Sect. What was so special about Zhang Ergou, who had only been cultivating in the Misty Sect for a few days?
When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.
Many disciples in the stands also perked up as the two began their match.
Zhang Ergou, who had entered the outer sect of the Misty Sect less than half a year ago, had continuously stirred up trouble. In the past six months, Zhang Ergou had been involved in several of the most exciting major incidents.
And Song Zhinan, as the head disciple of the Disciplinary Hall, had clashed with Zhang Ergou several times. The most serious incident was when Song Zhinan, in the name of the Disciplinary Hall.
He had ruled that Zhang Ergou had violated the rules of the Misty Sect and imposed a whipping punishment on Zhang Ergou.
If Zhang Ergou hadn't had a strong will back then, he might have fainted long ago.
The scene from that day was still vivid in their minds, so many disciples who had witnessed their conflict were now eagerly watching the two on the battle stage.
"Hmph! Zhang Ergou's killing intent is too heavy; he shows signs of demonic cultivation. He can never achieve great things."
In the stands, Su Yang shook his fan, looking at Zhang Ergou with disdain.
Zhang Ergou had caused a lot of trouble for disciples of Qiuyang Peak and Xiayang Peak on his way, even crippling many. Su Yang was deeply aware of Zhang Ergou's ruthlessness.
In the stands, Li Qiang, Wei Chen, and others who had been defeated by Zhang Ergou looked ferocious, as if they wanted to devour Zhang Ergou alive.
On the main platform, seeing the two on stage causing such a commotion before the fight even began.
The three elders from the inner sect, who didn't quite understand the whole story, now looked at Zhang Ergou and Song Zhinan on the battle stage with curiosity.
As for Xia Yang Sanren, Qiu Yang Sanren, and Yan Feng, their expressions were quite dramatic. Their disciples had all been defeated by Zhang Ergou.
Now seeing this brat, they didn't know whether to hate him or hate him even more!
"This match should be very exciting, but that little fatty doesn't seem to take Song Zhinan seriously at all. He's the head disciple of the Disciplinary Hall."
Everyone in the stands sat up straight, waiting for the presiding elder's order.
The scene gradually quieted down, and even the voice of the little fatty Xiong Bao placing bets became much softer.
"Junior Sister, is that little fellow the Zhang Ergou you mentioned?" On the main platform, Heavenly Dao Elder turned to Chi Yu.
The little child currently fighting, wasn't it the little fellow I just found interesting?
"Naturally, it's him," Chi Yu said with a gentle smile. "This little fellow has been quite famous in the outer sect. But it's not that easy to become my disciple."
On the battle stage, Zhang Ergou and Song Zhinan stood opposite each other. Even before the fight began, their auras climbed, and their robes fluttered as if in a strong wind.
Song Zhinan's lips curled into a cold sneer: "Zhang Ergou, this time I won't be as careless as last time. Without that bizarre close-combat skill, let's see how you'll fight me!"
"You'll find out later!" Zhang Ergou retorted with a cold sneer, his aura no weaker than the other's. "If I could defeat you once, I can defeat you a second time."
"Hmph! Aren't you afraid of getting your tongue cut by the wind!"
"Elder, can we start? Everyone has finished placing their bets," little fatty Xiong Bao shouted directly.
The presiding elder's face turned black, and he raised his hand to strike a large gong.
"Zhang Ergou of Chunyang Peak versus Song Zhinan of the Disciplinary Hall. The match begins now!"
As the elder gave the order, the two figures, without any hesitation, turned into two afterimages.
"Fire Spirit Fist!"
"Azure Light Seal!"
As their shouts rang out, Zhang Ergou and Song Zhinan launched their magical skills at each other.
*Bang!*
Brilliant lights and shadows met in mid-air, emitting a loud sound.
With a head-on collision, both of them retreated, and the bluestone beneath their feet showed fine cracks due to the friction.
"Hmph! I underestimated you!" Song Zhinan snorted coldly and began to form seals again.
Then, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth centered around him suddenly stirred, condensing into thousands of sword-like energy blades.
Even from afar, one could be awestruck by the powerful sword energy, and the sword blades were chilling.
"Go!" As Song Zhinan softly uttered, the sword blades formed by the condensed spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to tremble, forming a continuous stream.
From a distance, it looked like a giant sword, shooting towards Zhang Ergou like a torrential storm.
"Tricks of a petty thief!" Zhang Ergou sneered dismissively, reaching for the iron spear on his back and swinging it with all his might.
Then, with him as the center, a circular spear shadow shield formed, allowing all the sword blades to strike upon it.
*Clang!*
*Clang!*
*Clang!*
A series of metallic clashing sounds rang out. The sword blades condensed by Song Zhinan's hand seals repeatedly struck the dense spear shadow shield wielded by Zhang Ergou.
In just two exchanges, both of them had used such powerful magical skills, and the consumption of their spiritual energy was not small.
"This little fellow wields his iron spear so tightly that it's impenetrable. He's using a perfectly good iron spear like a iron rod," Heavenly Dao Elder said, stroking his beard on the main platform.
"The little fellow has some skill," Chi Yu said with a light smile.
It was already remarkable that Zhang Ergou, with his mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, could fight Song Zhinan, who was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, to a standstill.
And it seemed that Song Zhinan's two attacks had not gained any advantage over Zhang Ergou. This implied that Zhang Ergou's strength was even greater than Song Zhinan's.
It was terrifying to think about!
*Buzz!*
A buzzing sound rang out. The spear shadow shield wielded by Zhang Ergou dissipated, and the sword blades condensed by Song Zhinan also weakened and then vanished.
"Isn't it my turn now?" Zhang Ergou roared.
Holding his iron spear high, he charged straight for Song Zhinan's throat.