Chapter 1612: Using Full Strength

Hearing this, the young man's body shook, and anger surged up, ready to explode at any moment.

Saying one more word to this guy felt like it would infuriate him to death on the spot.

At their level of cultivation, not to mention a second, even a tenth of a second could decide life and death. Giving him a second to attack freely without retaliation... it was blatant contempt!

"No need! If you have the skill, show me your strongest strength and let me see what you've got!"

The young man gritted his teeth.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Xuan asked suspiciously.

"I'm sure! I'm not like Nangong Mo, who only used movement techniques and let you get away with it. I'll use my full strength and make you know that the people of the Hundred Schools of Thought cannot be insulted..."

Boom!

Amid the roar, the young man's aura soared straight up. Although suppressed to the peak of Saint Realm Nine, it gave a sense of a Great Sage, extremely powerful and inviolable.

"In that case, I'll begin..."

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

"Begin, I'll begin too..." Raising his palm, the young man was about to attack the person before him when he felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his chest.

Crack! Crack!

Several ribs broke, and he was instantly sent flying backward, landing heavily on the ground. His vision went dark, and he fainted, just like Mo'er earlier, his body twitching occasionally like an epileptic fit.

"This... you told me not to hold back and to strike directly..."

Seeing him lying on the ground, unconscious, Zhang Xuan helplessly spread his hands, looking innocent: "You all heard him, he said he didn't need me to give him a second... The people of the Hundred Schools of Thought cannot be insulted, but occasionally insulting them is fine, because... you'll get used to it!"

"You're asking for death..."

Seeing the young man fail to block a single move and hearing these words, the remaining two young men stepped forward together, gnashing their teeth, wishing they could skin the man before them on the spot.

Insulting our Hundred Schools of Thought—you're the first in the history of the Master Teacher Continent!

"Luo Tianya, right! Dare to fight the two of us!"

The two young men stood on either side of Zhang Xuan, their eyes blazing.

"Coming together is fine too, saves me the trouble of doing it twice. To be honest, I'm quite tired too!" Zhang Xuan nodded, stroking his chin.

"Tired?"

"Tired my ass... You only used one slap and one kick, and you call that tired?"

The two young men's mouths twitched wildly.

One slap sent Mo'er flying, one kick sent the other flying... and he calls that tired?

Can he have some shame?

"This shamelessness... I feel like I've seen it before?" Luo Xuanqing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and looked back at the platform.

These two were clearly stronger than the previous two. If they joined forces, even though he had confidence in this Luo Tianya, he couldn't help but worry.

"You two, step down!"

Just as the battle was about to erupt, a voice sounded.

The two young men quickly turned around and saw their teacher standing up.

"Teacher..."

"This friend has not only comprehended the fourth level of space but also possesses astonishing cultivation. At the same level, he is invincible... Even if you join forces, you cannot defeat him!"

Nangong Yuanfeng looked over with a grave expression.

This suddenly emerged collateral branch of the Luo family, though unremarkable in appearance, had true strength that shocked him.

The juniors he brought were naturally the best selected. Although far inferior to those on the Great Confucian Heavenly and Earth Rankings, they were still much stronger than some peak master teachers or even war teachers.

Yet even so, they were easily defeated... This guy's strength could already be described as terrifying.

Even if these two juniors surpassed Nangong Mo and the others, they still couldn't win.

"But he insulted our Hundred Schools of Thought..."

Hearing their teacher say they couldn't win, the two young men clenched their fists, their teeth nearly shattering.

"The Hundred Schools of Thought stand high because of strength, not because of a few words of insult or praise!"

Snorting, Nangong Yuanfeng stopped explaining and looked solemnly at Zhang Xuan: "Originally, given my status, I wouldn't want to bully the weak, but that item is something our Hundred Schools of Thought must obtain. Otherwise, I will be punished upon return... How about this: I'll compete with you. Do you dare to accept?"

Boom!

As he finished speaking, his power soared into the sky, distorting the surrounding space, as if the sky itself might fall under the force.

Peak of the Great Sage, the Immortal Realm!

On par with those four alien spirit beings!

"I said earlier, if you wanted to compete, why not come out sooner..."

Zhang Xuan looked up and smiled faintly.

Suppressed to the same cultivation level, even the Dragon Bone Divine Spear was no match. Although these young men were not weak, they were far inferior. This Nangong Yuanfeng might be able to rouse his spirits a bit.

"Very well!"

Taking a deep breath, Nangong Yuanfeng's power rapidly declined, and in an instant, he reached the same peak of Saint Realm Nine as Zhang Xuan.

For someone of his strength to challenge a Saint Realm Nine was indeed beneath his dignity.

But the World-Transmitting Heavenly Talisman had to be obtained—it was a task given by the Hundred Schools of Thought. If he returned empty-handed, even as a descendant of an ancient sage, he couldn't bear the consequences.

"Please..."

Turning his palm, Nangong Yuanfeng focused his mind and looked at Zhang Xuan.

Through the previous two battles, he had seen the strength of the man before him. Even with suppressed cultivation, winning would be difficult; he would surely have to use full strength!

Of course, that was assuming that the other party had used his strongest power when fighting Nangong Mo and the others.

Thinking this, he could no longer hold back: "I hope Brother Tianya will use his full strength against me!"

"Full strength?" Zhang Xuan frowned, looking troubled: "Are you sure?"

Even fighting the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, he hadn't used full strength. Could this man really withstand it?

"Of course. As a descendant of the ancient sage Zirong, even if I lack strength, I still have dignity... I hope you will grant my wish!"

Nangong Yuanfeng clasped his fists.

If a dignified teacher of the Great Confucian Hall and descendant of an ancient sage, even with suppressed cultivation, had to ask for concessions, he would never be able to hold his head high even after returning to the Hundred Schools of Thought.

"This... very well!"

Seeing his earnest attitude, Zhang Xuan nodded: "Alright, I'll prepare to use my full strength..."

"Come on, let me see how formidable this super expert of the Master Teacher Continent, who has comprehended the fourth level of space, really is!"

Filled with heroic spirit, Nangong Yuanfeng's true qi surged within him. He let out a loud shout, but before his words faded, he heard a disciple's urgent voice behind him: "Teacher, be careful..."

Whoosh!

Before he could react, Nangong Yuanfeng felt a pain in his body. In an instant, the scene before him rapidly receded. The once massive Luo family buildings became a small black dot, gradually disappearing from sight, never to be seen again.