Landing in the Fantastic World

"That might not be the case!"    

Hearing his father belittling him like this, Zhao Yan was somewhat dissatisfied as he muttered, "I don't think I'm inferior to them."    

"Furthermore, these so-called Prodigy are just flowers in a greenhouse. They have never experienced life and death experiences. They are far inferior to us who grew up in a military camp."    

Such impolite words caused everyone's faces to change.    

Especially Fierce Son of God, Gu Ming, Nangong Yunfei, and the others. Their faces were filled with anger.    

"Bastard! How did you say that?!"    

Zhao Feihong slammed the teacup onto the ground and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and apologize!"    

"What I said is right. Why should I apologize?"    

Zhao Yan pouted and said with an unconvinced expression, "You want me to apologize? Unless they can defeat me and all my brothers from the Inferno, otherwise, there is no way!"    

Zhao Feihong was so angry that he was shaking. He was about to teach this unfilial son a lesson.    

Gu Ming said with an angry voice, "Since you are not convinced, I will compete with you."    

"This..."    

Zhao Feihong looked at Holy Emperor Cang Yu.    

Holy Emperor Cang Yu nodded and said, "They are all young people. There is no harm in competing."    

Zhao Feihong said in a deep voice, "You son of a b * tch, I really can't care about you. You can spar with this young hero. Don't hurt our relationship."    

"I have three good brothers, and they are also very strong. Don't you have eight people? How about sending four of them to spar with us?"    

Zhao Yan crossed his arms in front of his chest and said arrogantly.    

"Four against four?"    

Gu Ming sneered and said, "Then I'm afraid you will lose even more miserably!"    

"It's not up to you to say who wins and who loses. If you lose to us, I advise you to go back to the mainland." Zhao Yan snorted and said.    

"Truly arrogant!"    

Gu Ming shouted coldly, "Who else here is willing to fight with me?"    

"Count me in." Nangong Yunfei couldn't stand Zhao Yan's behavior and wanted to teach him a lesson.    

"Me too!"    

"Me too!"    

The other two were Fierce Son of God's junior brother, Mo Feng, and the disciple of the Spirit Heaven Pavilion, Lu Jianghuai.    

Fierce Son of God was extremely angry. An opponent like Zhao Yan was not worthy of his attention, so he naturally disdained to attack.    

Mu Yu and Duanmu Qingling, on the other hand, had no interest in competing with each other.    

Xu Xuan'er was very clear that her strength was at the bottom of the eight, so she was only observing from the sidelines.    

Everyone moved to a training field outside.    

Zhao Yan and his three brothers from the Flame Squad stood on one side, and opposite them were Gu Ming, Nangong Yunfei, Mo Feng, and Lu Jianghuai.    

"The competition will end here."    

Zhao Feihong reminded them again. After all, they still had to fight side by side. If their relationship became tense now, it would be hard to deal with them later on.    

"Begin!"    

Instantly, eight silhouettes rushed towards their opponent like the wind, intersecting with each other.    

All kinds of Profound Skill exploded like a violent storm, forming a powerful Qi wave that forced the spectators to take more than ten steps back.    

Gu Ming and the other three were Prodigy from a large sect. Their cultivation techniques and Profound Skill were extremely powerful, obviously stronger than Zhao Yan and the other three.    

In just a moment, Gu Ming and the others had forced Zhao Yan and the other three men to take a few steps back.    

"You dare to speak so arrogantly with such little strength?!"    

After Gu Ming sent one of the men flying with a palm strike, he said with disdain and ridicule.    

"You think you are invincible just because you are a king in such a small place? In the end, you are just a frog at the bottom of a well, you are nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well."    

Nangong Yunfei said with a sneer.