The strongest group seized first place and systematically thrashed each of the Dragon Family direct descendants who had bullied him.
Although very satisfying.
Long Ziyang felt it wasn’t stimulating enough, wasn’t exhilarating enough!
Simply put.
Not a single one could actually fight!
Just at this moment, the Dragon Family’s strongest direct descendant, Long Zixuan, appeared and said, “If you haven’t had enough fighting, you can declare war on me.”
Within the family, facing his eldest cousin, he was in heaven while Ziyang was on the ground—even weaker than an ant.
Now he discovered it wasn’t such a big deal—at most, his talent was slightly higher, his cultivation slightly stronger.
Since that was the case, why fear a battle!
Long Ziyang stood outside the martial arts arena. With one hand pointing, the camera followed through several hundred meters, landing on Long Zixuan as he said: “Long Zixuan, come to the stage for battle!”
That voice, that demeanor.
Supremely arrogant!
Under the watchful eyes of the entire Dragon Family, declaring war on this strongest direct descendant made his blood boil and felt extraordinarily stimulating.
Seeing his son so domineering, Long Potian felt not only gratified but proud!
“Whoosh!”
Long Zixuan executed the intricate Dragon Wandering Steps, trailing afterimages as he stopped on the martial arts arena, saying: “Returning after running away from home, not only has your cultivation improved, you’ve also become quite arrogant.”
“Not bad, I suppose.” Long Ziyang said.
When I was weak, you all bullied me at will, so I could only go seek a master and learn martial arts.
Now that I’ve become stronger, if I don’t come show off my prowess, would I be worthy of all the various trials I experienced at Iron Bone Sect?
“Senior Brother Long, go for it!”
Liu Wanshi also knew that Long Zixuan was a formidable enemy, so she waved her hand and shouted.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the others also gave their junior brother encouraging looks.
This Saint-grade talent Eighth Stage Martial Master was also a powerful rival to them. Their junior brother going to spar with him would definitely be the greatest test.
Jun Changxiao sat steadily in his chair, a smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
With the Sect Master’s gaze and his fellow disciples’ encouragement, Long Ziyang’s eyes flickered with intense battle intent.
“Can we start now?”
“Come on.”
“Whoosh!”
Long Zixuan executed the Dragon Wandering Steps, appearing before Long Ziyang at extreme speed, his fist accompanied by dragon roar sounds directly striking out.
Worthy of being the Dragon Family’s strongest direct descendant—the Dragon Roar Fist he executed, whether in speed or power, was far stronger than Long Zishan’s!
Boom!
An explosive sound rang out, chaotic air currents flew!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Long Ziyang explosively retreated six or seven steps before finally stabilizing himself, his eyes showing unprecedented solemnity.
Long Zixuan’s speed was too fast. Although he could capture it, it was difficult to evade, so he could only use his body to endure it!
Fortunately, having experienced various physical tempering, after receiving one punch, he merely retreated and didn’t suffer any serious harm.
More importantly, he was still wearing soft silk armor!
The Dragon Family elders were dumbfounded.
Some of them were only Third or Fifth Stage Martial Ancestor, and would find it extremely difficult to take Long Zixuan’s punch head-on.
That kid not only received it, but also looked like nothing had happened. His physical body was too strong, wasn’t it?
“Whoosh!”
Long Zixuan rushed over again, the Dragon Roar Fist striking out. Fist shadows and dragon roar sounds permeated the martial arts arena.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Long Ziyang had some gap in strength with him. Although he could dodge one or two moves, it was absolutely difficult to dodge all of them. He was immediately struck several punches and retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena.
“Still arrogant?” Long Zixuan said.
“Crack crack crack!”
Long Ziyang shook his head, rolled his shoulders, enduring the pain transmitted from his body, grinned and smiled: “This is stimulating, this is exhilarating.”
Long Zixuan frowned slightly.
Each of his strikes was over one hundred twenty to thirty thousand jin. This guy took them repeatedly—he should be injured.
“Whoosh!”
Long Zixuan attacked again.
This time he executed the even stronger Overpowering Dragon Palm!
One powerful palm print after another instantly lingered in the air, the force surging to one hundred fifty thousand jin!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Long Ziyang was struck again, blasted from this edge to another edge, finally staggering to stabilize himself.
Why not dodge?
Because he simply couldn’t dodge!
An Eighth Stage Martial Master with Saint-grade spiritual roots—the gap for him, a Fifth Stage Martial Master, truly wasn’t ordinary.
All he could do was rely on his physical body to endure.
“Eldest Cousin is amazing!”
“Look, that guy was quite arrogant just now. Now isn’t he being thrashed without being able to fight back?”
“With Big Cousin’s kind of genius talent, even at first or second-rate sects he’d absolutely be a core disciple. After learning a few moves outside, he thinks he’s qualified to declare war?”
The Dragon Family direct descendants discussed among themselves, joy hanging between their brows.
Long Ziyang’s earlier performance shocked them and was difficult to accept. Now seeing him being thrashed, they naturally felt delighted.
Long Potian murmured: “My son, although you’re not Long Zixuan’s match, enduring on the martial arts arena for so long means glorious defeat even in loss.”
Glorious defeat even in loss?
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “Family Head Long, don’t jump to conclusions so early.”
Eh?
Long Potian was startled, saying: “Could it be my son has a possibility of winning?”
Jun Changxiao said: “In matches, it’s hard to say for certain until the very end. However, based on this seat’s understanding of Ziyang, at the very least he should have a ninety-nine percent win rate.”
Long Potian’s mouth twitched.
What difference was there between ninety-nine percent and one hundred percent win rate?
However, since Sect Master Jun was so confident, it also made the Family Head secretly wonder: “Could my son really have a possibility of winning?”
Under suppression in strength, martial techniques, and talent in all aspects, he really couldn’t figure out how his son could win.
…
On the martial arts arena.
Long Zixuan temporarily didn’t attack, saying indifferently: “Your physical defense is quite good.”
Long Ziyang’s entire body ached, but he endured it, smiling arrogantly: “At Iron Bone Sect, there are quite a few senior brothers with stronger physical bodies than mine.”
“Is that so?”
Long Zixuan looked toward Li Qingyang and the others below the stage, saying: “After defeating you, I really want to battle with them.”
“Sorry.”
Su Xiaomo spoke up: “We never spar with our junior brother’s defeated opponents.”
“Exactly.”
Li Fei said: “People who can’t even defeat Junior Brother Long have no qualification to challenge us.”
The two spoke quite arrogantly, making the Dragon Family direct descendants quite annoyed.
That Long Ziyang kid was clearly being thrashed by Eldest Cousin to the point of complete disorientation. Did these Iron Bone Sect disciples not see it?
“Fine.”
Long Zixuan withdrew his gaze, saying: “Then I’ll first defeat you, then go challenge your senior brothers.”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
As he spoke, a powerful aura permeated around his body.
This transparent energy wave was exactly the same as the move Second Elder executed when attacking Jun Changxiao in front of the main hall!
“Dragon’s Roar Through Nine Heavens!”
“Eldest Cousin is getting serious!”
“Hahaha, that kid is in trouble!”
The Dragon Family direct descendants immediately laughed with schadenfreude.
Dragon’s Roar Through Nine Heavens was a spiritual energy-type martial technique, its quality already reaching low-grade Supreme.
In the Dragon Family, only elders and the Family Head could comprehend this kind of martial technique.
Long Zixuan at twenty years old had successfully cultivated it, showing just how formidable his talent was.
“This is getting interesting.” A smile rose at the corner of Long Ziyang’s mouth.
“You can still smile at a time like this?”
“Doesn’t he know the power of Dragon’s Roar Through Nine Heavens?”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Just at this moment, Long Zixuan waved his large hand, rapidly rotating in midair, the spiritual energy bursting forth stirring along with it.
“Dragon’s Roar Through Nine Heavens!”
His palms struck out. A dragon beast, trailing its long body, roared forth from within the energy circle.
From the power perspective, although weaker than Second Elder’s, it could still be called magnificent!
As for the force it carried, it had also reached one hundred seventy thousand jin. This intensity was sufficient to match an Eighth Stage ordinary Martial Ancestor!
The magnificent dragon beast swept toward him. Long Ziyang stood in place without moving. His intent merged into the spatial ring, grasping the Strength Increase Talisman that had been stored for a long time between his fingers.
“Snap.”
The talisman crushed, power surged explosively.
“Stomp!”
Long Ziyang took one step forward. The attributes around his body erupted, instantly causing his black hair to dance wildly. He angrily shouted loudly: “Challenge my senior brothers? You’re not qualified!”
Whoosh whoosh—
The Explosive Fist tore through the void. Under the violent air current’s permeation, it seemed to transform into a roaring fierce tiger, frontally pouncing toward the lifelike dragon beast!
This moment!
Dust flew, covering heaven and earth!
This moment!
Dragon and tiger competing—one must be injured!