Awakening Of The Berserk System

Zhang Jianfeng, who hadn't been able to attack for a long time, felt somewhat restless at this moment. Looking at Zhang Zhentian who was at ease, he gritted his teeth and withdrew his sword.    

    

In an instant, the sword qi on Zhang Jianfeng's body became stronger. His entire body was emitting a boundless sharp light. He stomped on the ground and stabbed towards Zhang Zhentian once again.    

    

This sword strike was several times stronger than the previous attack.    

    

In an instant, it pierced through Zhang Zhen's palm shadow, forcing him to take half a step back.    

    

"One point sword intent?"    

    

Zhang Zhentian was slightly surprised.    

    

The martial artists below the stage were also shocked. Sword intent was a noun that was only heard in legends, but they did not expect to see it in a small country's clan competition today.    

    

Sword intent was a kind of comprehension that only those geniuses who were extremely obsessed with swords could comprehend. Although Zhang Jianfeng had only comprehended a tiny portion of sword intent, since this seed had sprouted. Comprehending the complete sword intent was already a piece of cake.    

    

Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but feel surprised, as if he hadn't expected Zhang Jianfeng to comprehend a tiny part of the sword intent. He muttered, "Sure enough, the sword edge is a genius in sword practice. If it can grow smoothly, it will definitely be a grandmaster in the way of the sword!"    

    

After that, Zhang Zhentian regained his calm and said in a mocking tone, "If it was a complete part of the sword intent, perhaps I would be a little afraid of you, but you are just a part of the sword intent. In my eyes, you are just trash!"    

    

After saying that, Zhang Zhentian sneered and said, "Now, I will let you see the gap between us!"    

    

Zhang Zhentian slapped his palm toward Zhang Jianfeng.    

    

"Block it for me!"    

    

Zhang Jianfeng felt a terrifying force locking onto his body. In an instant, he thrust out forty-six sword strikes. The sixteen sword strikes, which carried a portion of the sword intent, struck towards Zhang Zhentian.    

    

"Too weak!"    

    

Zhang Zhentian smiled disdainfully. He struck out with his palm. The sixteen swords were destroyed in an instant. Zhang Zhentian followed closely behind and continuously struck out with his palm.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

Zhang Zhentian's palm landed on Zhang Jianfeng's body.    

    

"Wah!" Zhang Jianfeng felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Tianhao, who was standing below the Battle Platform, was so angry that his eyes almost popped out. He hurriedly shouted, "Sword, quickly admit defeat!"    

    

Zhang Tianhao knew that this was the only way to save his life.    

    

Currently, Zhang Jianfeng's internal organs were burning. When he faced Zhang Zhentian, he didn't have any ability to fight back. Only now did he know that what Zhang Tianhao told him to do was right.    

    

"I admit..."    

    

Zhang Jianfeng had yet to finish the third word. An invisible pressure enveloped his body, making him unable to speak. He could only make a babbling sound!    

    

"You want to admit defeat? It's too late."    

    

Zhang Zhentian's fist landed on Zhang Jianfeng's face.    

    

"En..." Zhang Jianfeng groaned and was sent flying.    

    

Before Zhang Jianfeng could land on the ground, Zhang Jianfeng appeared on the other side of Zhang Jianfeng. Another punch landed on his body. Zhang Jianfeng was sent flying once again.    

    

"Big brother!"    

    

Zhang Xiaoming was crying like a man in tears.    

    

"Bastard!" Zhang Tianhao said.    

    

Just as he was about to move, a terrifying aura pressed down on Zhang Tianhao's body from the stands. It made him unable to move.    

    

"Damn it, could it be the Great Martial Master?" Zhang Tianhao was shocked.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Jianfeng was being stepped on by Zhang Zhentian. However, Zhang Jianfeng was a tough man. Although he was being tortured, he didn't say anything.    

    

"Zhang Tianhao, look, your good brother is being tortured by me. I will break every inch of his bones in front of you. From now on, he will be a cripple."    

    

After saying that, Zhang Zhentian stomped his foot heavily. He stomped on Zhang Jianfeng's body.    

    

"Crack!" The sound of bones cracking could be heard.    

    

"Ugh!"    

    

Perhaps because he had suffered a great pain, Zhang Zhentian let out a muffled groan. He spat out a large mouthful of blood. However, he still stubbornly gritted his teeth.    

    

"Your bones are quite hard. Let me see how hard you are." Zhang Zhentian furiously shouted. He stomped down again and broke Zhang Zhentian's hand.    

    

"Damn it..."    

    

Zhang Tianhao's fury had reached its peak. He had actually broken through the suppression of that terrifying force and jumped onto the Battle Platform.    

    

"Referee, I represent Zhang Jianfeng in not admitting defeat!" Zhang Tianhao tightly hugged Zhang Jianfeng's body.    

    

Zhang Jianfeng smiled bitterly at Zhang Tianhao and fainted.    

    

"How dare you! The martial arts competition hasn't ended yet, how dare you break the rules?" The middle-aged judge beside him was furious. He raised his hand and was about to kill Zhang Tianhao with a palm strike.    

    

"Wait!"    

    

Surprisingly, it was Zhang Zhentian who stopped him.    

    

Seeing that it was Zhang Zhentian who stopped him, the judge smiled and said nothing more.    

    

Zhang Zhentian looked down at Zhang Tianhao and said, "Zhang Tianhao, your brother has become a cripple. What do you think?"    

    

Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Zhentian's playful smile and a surge of fury surged up to the sky. He suddenly stood up and looked at Zhang Zhentian and said, "Despicable villain, I will settle this score with you one by one. I will return everything that happened to you very soon."    

    

"Hahaha... I'll be waiting."    

    

Zhang Zhentian looked at Zhang Tianhao proudly and said, "Do you know why I stopped the judge from killing you? That's because I don't want you to die too easily. I will defeat you with my own hands and let you know what despair is! "    

    

" Then I'll wait for you tomorrow! " After he finished speaking, Zhang Tianhao carried Zhang Jianfeng and jumped off the arena, swaggering away.    

    

Today's final competition had finally come to an end. However, today's topic had ignited the Ninghai City.    

    

Zhang Tianhao was determined to fight Zhang Zhentian tomorrow. The confrontation between the two in the Battle Platform was something that everyone was talking about after a meal.    

    

In the Zhang family mansion in Ninghai City.    

    

Zhang Tianhao looked at the unconscious Zhang Jianfeng on the bed, his brows knitted tightly. An old man in his sixties was diagnosing Zhang Jianfeng. It was the doctor Zhang Tianhao invited.    

    

Zhang Jianfeng's younger sister, Zhang Xiaoming, was looking nervously at the doctor.    

    

After a long while, the doctor shook his head and sighed.    

    

"How is it, doctor?" Zhang Tianhao quickly asked.    

    

The doctor shook his head and said, "It's not optimistic! All of Zhang Jianfeng's bones had been crippled. Even if he woke up, he would still be a cripple. Perhaps he would have to lie in bed for the rest of his life. "    

    

"Ah! What should we do then? Physician, you must have a way!" Zhang Xiaoming looked at the physician and begged.    

    

"Sigh, not to mention me, even the other physicians in Black Forest County might not be able to do anything about it, but..." The doctor hesitated for a moment.    

    

Zhang Tianhao hurriedly asked, "Does the physician have any ideas?"    

    

The physician said to Zhang Tianhao, "But I know from the ancient records that there are many divine herbs that have miraculous effects in True Martial Continent. If you have this opportunity, he might be able to recover...    

    

"Thank you, doctor!" Zhang Tianhao heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

After sending the doctor away, Zhang Tianhao returned.    

    

Although the physician was helpless, he had at least given him a glimmer of hope.    

    

"En!"    

    

Zhang Jianfeng, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.