C38 Zhang Jianfeng Is in Danger
C38 Zhang Jianfeng Is in Danger
At this moment, Zhang Zekai had already accurately sensed Zhang Yuqiang's Qi. He muttered, "He really hid it very well. He's at the second level of the Martial Master realm. Everyone has been deceived."
Zhang Tianhao's expression changed. However, he was fearless.
"Vajra Fist!"
It was the same Vajra Fist, but this time, it was a perfect Vajra Fist. The sound of Sanskrit echoed in the void. A solemn Arhat appeared in the void. However, at this moment, the Arhat had opened his eyes. His eyes were incomparably deep. It seemed to be able to pierce through the void.
A perfect Vajra Fist could increase the strength of the fourth level. In other words, it could increase one's strength by two thousand Jin.
This punch seemed as if it could shatter the void. The surrounding air was instantly sucked dry, forming an absolute vacuum zone.
When the three spear lights reached Zhang Tianhao, they were unable to advance an inch, as if they had touched some invisible wall of air.
Zhang Tianhao's face was also full of seriousness. The opponent's attack had also brought him a lot of pressure. However, it wasn't easy for his opponent to break through the Vajra Fist's defense.
"Impossible, break it for me!"
Zhang Yuqiang roared and gritted his teeth. He had used some kind of forbidden power. His whole body was flushed red, as if he had been injected with stimulants.
"Die!"
Zhang Yuqiang stabbed out three more times, these three times were much stronger than before. The blood-red spear light was like a soul-stirring talisman from the Underworld, and it carried a boundless baleful aura.
"You're struggling on the verge of death!"
Zhang Tianhao stomped his foot heavily on the ground, causing the entire Battle Platform to shake violently. Zhang Tianhao exerted all his strength in this punch. He pushed the Vajra Fist to the limit of what he could use.
A fist shadow carrying an irresistible force smashed towards Zhang Yuqiang. All the spear lights were instantly destroyed. Zhang Tianhao's fist smashed straight into Zhang Yuqiang's body.
Zhang Yuqiang let out a muffled groan. He spat out the Blood Foam and was sent flying.
Zhang Tianhao walked in front of Zhang Yuqiang and said faintly, "You have lost."
"No... I haven't lost yet!"
Zhang Yuqiang, who had lost his mind, roared and lunged at Zhang Tianhao.
"Pa!"
Zhang Tianhao slapped Zhang Yuqiang's face.
"Ah!" This slap was not light. Zhang Yuqiang screamed in pain and was sent flying. A few of his teeth fell off.
"I will kill you..."
After being hit by this palm, not only did Zhang Yuqiang not yield, he even went crazy. He lunged at Zhang Tianhao once again.
"Hmph!" Zhang Tianhao did not stand on ceremony. This kind of free sandbag was not common.
With another slap, Zhang Yuqiang was sent flying again.
After repeating this for ten times, Zhang Yuqiang turned into a pig head and finally fainted.
The scene was very quiet. No one present had thought that such a situation would occur. Zhang Yuqiang, who was ranked third in the family competition, had actually lost to a once useless person.
"Zhang Tianhao wins!" The referee was silent for a long time before he finally reacted.
Zhang Tianhao walked down from the Battle Platform. Zhang Jianfeng said excitedly, "Boss, you won. You really won."
Zhang Tianhao seemed very calm. He said casually, "What's so strange about it? This result is within my expectation. My enemy is not Zhang Yuqiang, but Zhang Zhentian."
"Hehe, boss, I know you will definitely get first place." Zhang Jianfeng said with a smile.
Zhang Tianhao knew that the next match would be the match between Zhang Jianfeng and Zhang Zhentian. Based on his understanding of Zhang Zhentian, because of him, Zhang Zhentian would definitely attack Zhang Jianfeng. He would then use this chance to deal a blow to himself. Therefore, Zhang Tianhao told Zhang Jianfeng once again, "Jianfeng, remember my words. Don't force yourself!"
"En!" Zhang Jianfeng nodded quietly.
In fact, Zhang Jianfeng also had his own thoughts. Because of the dignity of a martial artist, he could not accept losing without fighting. Furthermore, in his mind, Zhang Zhentian's strength was very strong. In his opinion, he was even stronger than Zhang Tianhao. After this battle, Zhang Zhentian would fight Zhang Tianhao. If he could take Zhang Tianhao's place and find out more about Zhang Zhentian, perhaps he could let Zhang Tianhao fight Zhang Zhentian. This would increase his chances of winning.
The next battle!
"Zhang Zhentian versus Zhang Jianfeng!" The referee announced.
Zhang Zhentian had already rushed onto the arena. His amazing movement technique attracted the cheers of the family disciples below the stage. Zhang Jianfeng did not want to be outdone. He also flew onto the Battle Platform. He stood in front of Zhang Zhentian. They were confronting each other.
"This is bad!"
Zhang Tianhao saw that Zhang Jianfeng didn't admit defeat as he had emphasized earlier. This made him feel extremely uneasy.
"No matter what, this brat Jianfeng is starting to show off. He's not a match for Zhang Zhentian at all!" Zhang Tianhao said.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoming, who was also watching the battle from the side, also noticed that something was wrong. She hurriedly asked Zhang Tianhao, "Mr. Tianhao, why hasn't my brother come down yet? He's not a match for Zhang Zhentian at all!"
Zhang Tianhao sighed and said, "If I'm not wrong, this brat Jianfeng wants to help me find out Zhang Zhentian's background, but he's not Zhang Zhentian's match at all."
"Then what should we do?" Zhang Xiaoming's face was a little pale.
Zhang Tianhao knew that the situation was out of his control. He said seriously, "Xiaoming, don't worry. I won't let anything happen to your brother. He's also my brother."
At this moment, on the stage, Zhang Zhentian looked at Zhang Jianfeng with a mocking expression and said, "Are you really not afraid of death? You know, I hate Zhang Tianhao the most. He is just a piece of trash. What right does he have to be the Young Lord of Zhang family? He is qualified to be the Young Lord of Zhang family. "
Zhang Jianfeng's face was expressionless. He looked at Zhang Zhentian and said, "I don't know whether my boss is worthy or not, but I know that you are definitely not worthy."
"How dare you speak to me like that? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to leave this Battle Platform?" Zhang Zhentian was infuriated by Zhang Jianfeng. He spoke word by word.
"If I'm afraid, I won't go on stage." Zhang Jianfeng said sarcastically.
"Good... good... Soon, you will know what it means to be stubborn. " Zhang Zhentian's eyes revealed a cold light.
Below the Battle Platform, Zhang Tianhao felt extremely uneasy. This was because Zhang Jianfeng was currently fighting Zhang Zhentian on the stage. He was simply courting death. This would thoroughly infuriate Zhang Zhentian.
"The competition begins!" The referee shouted.
Almost as soon as the referee finished his sentence. Zhang Jianfeng moved. He unsheathed his sword and stabbed at Zhang Zhentian with 49 swords in an instant.
Dozens of sword lights flew towards Zhang Zhentian like mercury.
The sword skills that were completed in one go dazzled the disciples below the stage and cheered loudly.
Only Zhang Jianfeng knew that although his sword technique was fast, his attacks were continuous. However, he was unable to get close to Zhang Zhentian. When the sword was half a meter away from Zhang Zhentian, it was blocked by Zhang Zhentian's palm. It was like an iron wall blocking in front of him. Zhang Zhentian was able to wave his sword freely. His expression was very calm, and he seemed to be able to do it with ease. This allowed Zhang Jianfeng to have a good understanding of Zhang Zhentian's strength.
Zhang Jianfeng was secretly shocked. He had underestimated Zhang Zhentian's strength. This was too terrifying.