Crack!
The crisp sound of impact echoed as Song Zinan’s hastily formed spiritual energy shield shattered.
Song Zinan was sent staggering back by the punch.
“You!” Song Zinan’s qi and blood surged, the blow clearly having caused him significant injury.
“This is nothing!” Zhang Ergou sneered, “It’s your fault for letting me get close.”
With a stride, Zhang Ergou closed the distance to Song Zinan.
“Shield Break Slash!” Song Zinan attempted to form another hand seal, but was forcefully interrupted by Zhang Ergou.
He unleashed the full might of the Lion Heart Fury’s combat techniques.
Zhang Ergou moved like a fierce lion descending a mountain, his attacks appearing incredibly unorthodox.
He fluidly employed grips, slaps, and tears, his limbs, knees, and shoulders working in perfect concert.
Every joint in his body became a formidable weapon.
“This fighting style again!” gasps of amazement rose from the stands.
Li Qiang had been defeated by this very tactic the first time. This peculiar way of attacking left opponents defenseless.
There were no flashy moves, no dazzling auras, just clean, decisive strikes aimed at vital points.
Wasn't it the same way Zhang Ergou had overwhelmed Li Qiang that day, leaving him unable to retaliate?
“Isn’t this just basic close-quarters combat? How can it be so ferocious in Zhang Ergou’s hands?”
“It feels like Zhang Ergou is a lion, not a human!”
“This is so strange!”
“This Zhang Ergou is too powerful, hah, this is going to pay off!” the little胖子 at the betting table exclaimed, losing his composure.
He paid no mind to the unfriendly glances cast his way.
“Of course, who do you think has his back?” Zilin puffed out her chest, saying with pride.
On the training grounds, Song Zinan was becoming desperate.
While far stronger than Wei Chen and Li Qiang and proficient in many spells, he required time to cast them.
Before he could complete his hand seals, Zhang Ergou’s punches and kicks would disrupt his preparations.
How could he fight like this!
Song Zinan had long since lost his previous haughty, arrogant demeanor. His body was covered in the marks of punches and kicks.
There were even two purple palm prints on his handsome face.
Ah!
Song Zinan roared, but it was no use in stopping Zhang Ergou’s relentless assault.
“Damn, how is this possible?” the disciples from the Discipline Hall were dumbfounded.
The cheers of encouragement had ceased. Song Zinan was a disciple they usually respected, yet today he was being utterly dominated by Zhang Ergou.
“First time I’ve seen Senior Brother Song in such a sorry state!”
“Senior Brother Song is a solid cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment!”
“Zhang Ergou is clearly only at the Qi Refining stage, how can he possess such formidable combat power?”
In the fight so far, Zhang Ergou had yet to reveal his Foundation Establishment realm strength.
“He must be using some sort of demonic art!” Su Yang, who had been sitting beside the Discipline Hall disciples, spoke, fanning himself.
“Yes, yes, Zhang Ergou is using demonic arts, otherwise how could Senior Brother Song be so utterly unable to fight back,” the disciples from the Discipline Hall immediately chimed in agreement.
“Zhang Ergou, have you no shame? Using demonic arts in this kind of competition!”
A disciple from the Discipline Hall shouted angrily, and his fellow disciples joined him in loud abuse.
At these words, some disciples who were on good terms with Song Zinan began to voice their support.
“Zhang Ergou, stop fighting and get down. You’re not worthy of fighting Senior Brother Song.”
“Exactly, our Misty Sect is a righteous and honorable sect, how can we tolerate such demonic arts.”
In an instant, a barrage of condemnation erupted.
Taking advantage of the moment Zhang Ergou was distracted by the uproar from below, Song Zinan seized the opportunity and unleashed a sword light. Su Dan Novel Network.
Puff!
Blood splattered as Zhang Ergou, momentarily distracted, was struck in the chest by Song Zinan’s sword.
“Die!” Song Zinan’s face contorted with ferocity as he continued to swing his sword.
Severely wounded, Zhang Ergou staggered. Failing to dodge in time, he was struck again on his left shoulder.
Puff!
Blood flowed freely.
“Beat Zhang Ergou!” Seeing Song Zinan gain the upper hand, the disciples from the Discipline Hall smiled.
“Go to hell!”
A roar erupted as Song Zinan’s sword pierced the air, lunging towards Zhang Ergou’s chest.
If this strike landed, Zhang Ergou would be lucky to survive.
Puff!
Zhang Ergou dodged slightly. The long sword did not pierce his chest but rather passed through his shoulder.
At the same time, Song Zinan, still holding the sword, found himself face-to-face with Zhang Ergou.
“You’ve stabbed me so many times, now it’s my turn,” Zhang Ergou said, blood dripping from his lips, raising his fist.
He landed a fierce punch on Song Zinan’s right cheek.
Before Song Zinan could regain his balance, Zhang Ergou closed in, delivering another punch to his left cheek.
Ignoring the blood gushing from his wounds, Zhang Ergou pressed his advantage.
He unleashed Lion Heart Fury once more, and Song Zinan was once again beaten back step by step.
Roar!
Faintly, it seemed as if a lion’s roar could be heard with each of Zhang Ergou’s attacks.
No matter how many spells Song Zinan possessed, he was being dominated by Zhang Ergou.
Zhang Ergou did not cease his assault. Like an enraged lion, his attacks were fierce and overbearing, each punch landing with solid impact, each palm strike drawing blood.
Soon, Song Zinan, with disheveled hair, was beaten into a state where he could not retaliate.
Bang!
On the training ground, Zhang Ergou picked up Song Zinan and slammed him fiercely onto the ground.
Hiss!
Gasps of shock echoed through the crowd.
“Does Zhang Ergou always slam his opponents onto the ground during fights?”
“It seems so. I’ve seen Zhang Ergou slam his opponents onto the ground more than once.”
“Too brutal!”
“Zhang Ergou, do you think this is how you’ll win?”
Song Zinan, lying on the ground, did not immediately get up, but was forming strange hand seals.
Hearing this, Zhang Ergou, who was about to charge again, frowned.
He found that his spiritual energy seemed to be sealed, and even his Dantian was unable to circulate.
“Hahaha! Zhang Ergou, how does it feel now? Surprised, aren’t you?” Song Zinan patted the dust off himself and rolled over to get up.
He looked at Zhang Ergou with a mocking expression.
“Zhang Ergou’s spiritual energy seems to be sealed. Senior Brother Song is going to win now.”
“I didn’t expect Senior Brother Song to have this trick up his sleeve. Now we won’t lose money.”
The disciples of the Discipline Hall once again showed joy on their faces.
“This time, let’s see how you escape. I told you before, I’d make you feel the might of the Discipline Hall.”
“Kid, next time, remember not to be so arrogant. Not everyone is someone you can afford to offend.”
Holding his long sword, Song Zinan walked towards Zhang Ergou step by step.
“Heh heh, is that so, Senior Brother Song? Are you perhaps celebrating too early?”
Zhang Ergou chuckled, leaving behind a mysterious expression.
“Stop struggling pointlessly. I know you have no spiritual energy to use right now. Do you intend to fight me with just your physical strength?”
“Hahaha!”
As if telling the best joke of the year, Song Zinan laughed at himself.
“We’ll know if we try!”
Zhang Ergou moved…