Chapter 1875: A Smile

He had thought the other was tempering him, and would step in himself if he couldn't hold on, not letting him get hurt. Unexpectedly, he actually encouraged the opponent... If this continued, the three would surely go all out—how could he fight?

It would be good if he wasn't beaten to death!

He thought this guy had come to save him, but instead he had dug such a big pit...

Full of distress, Fan Xiaofeng wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Stop dawdling. Do as I say, and you'll definitely win. Otherwise, if you're eliminated, don't blame me for not helping!" Seeing his mournful expression, Zhang Xuan laughed and said.

With his guidance, it would be hard to lose!

"Alright!"

Seeing that this guy wasn't joking, Fan Xiaofeng cursed him countless times in his heart, then took a deep breath and stepped forward with a tragic expression.

At worst, he'd be eliminated. After leaving, he would tell the clan leader everything that happened here...

Knowing that it was hard for them to escape in front of Zhang Xuan, the leading youth and the others exchanged glances, each revealing a ruthless look.

Whoosh!

Like whirlwinds, the three attacked simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, six arms appeared in the air before them, each carrying the force of thunder, sealing off all escape routes for Fan Xiaofeng—upper, middle, and lower.

These three were already stronger than him, and now, attacking with full force in coordination, their power was immense. Even an ordinary First Layer Great Sage would find it hard to evade.

"My life is over..."

Fan Xiaofeng's whole body turned cold.

He had thought he'd at most be severely injured, but now, survival itself seemed a luxury.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and await death, a faint voice transmission sounded in his ear.

"Do as I say: Step Movement Technique, third form; combine with Tongming Fist, fifth move, and Qiqiao Fist, second move!"

The voice was Fan Xiaoxu's. Though he didn't know why the other wanted him to use these moves, he had no other way out. Gritting his teeth, he resolved: "I'll go for it!"

Having come this far through the clan's harsh trials, he had endured countless hardships. In an instant, his mind calmed. The three martial techniques played slowly in his mind, and with a movement of his feet, his body flowed like water.

Whoosh!

The third form of Step Movement Technique brought him to the blind spot of the three attackers. His left hand executed Tongming Fist, his right hand Qiqiao Fist, landing precisely on the chests of two nearby youths.

Bang! Bang!

The jade tokens on their chests shattered. In disbelief, they were enveloped by a special light and vanished from the spot.

"This..."

Fan Xiaofeng was startled, staring at his hands as if they belonged to a monster.

He had thought he'd be killed on the spot, but following the other's instructions, in one move, he not only broke the encirclement but also eliminated the opponents...

When had he become so formidable?

"You... you..."

Seeing his companion vanish instantly, the leading youth showed terror and, forgetting to attack, involuntarily stepped back.

Fan Xiaofeng's previous moves, in terms of timing and combat reaction, were exquisite to the extreme, eliminating the two in one go. To achieve that in such a short time was far beyond even his own ability!

A dozen breaths ago, he was at their mercy; now, he had reached this level... Was he really following that guy's instructions?

He couldn't help but look at the youth sitting on the rock not far away, waves of shock surging in his heart.

With just a few pointers, such improvement... How strong was this guy?

"Eliminate this one too!"

Interrupting Fan Xiaofeng's shock, Zhang Xuan said.

"Yes!"

If he had doubts before, now Fan Xiaofeng was unconditionally admiring. Excited, he stepped forward again, approached the leading youth, spread his five fingers, and chopped down through the air.

The two fought again.

This time, Zhang Xuan didn't let him win quickly. Instead, he guided him to analyze the opponent's attacks and then choose how to counter.

At first, Fan Xiaofeng was still rusty, his thinking unable to keep up. But after a dozen moves, he became completely at ease. The leading youth, whom he had previously been unable to match, was no longer his opponent.

Bang, bang, bang!

The jade token on the leading youth's chest was shattered by a finger strike. Full of reluctance, his body was enveloped by the teleportation array and quickly vanished before the two.

"Xiaoxu..."

Seeing that he had actually defeated a Half-Step Great Sage with his own strength, Fan Xiaofeng was incredulous. He looked at the youth before him, full of admiration.

No wonder this guy had said to wait—he hadn't expected that in just a few days without sparring, he had reached such a level.

Just as he was about to say some words of gratitude, the youth on the rock waved his hand, turned to look at a nearby mountain stream, and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, you've watched long enough. Isn't it time to come out?"

Clap, clap, clap!

As his words ended, the sound of applause rang out, and then seven people emerged from the shadows of the mountain stream.

Seeing so many people hidden nearby, and that they seemed to have already formed an alliance, Fan Xiaofeng's heart sank, turning pale.

Only then did he realize why Xiaoxu hadn't acted earlier—he must have long noticed others lurking and was on guard.

"With just a few pointers, you made this mediocre fellow defeat three in a row. Fan Xiaoxu, I didn't expect that after years apart, you've reached this level. Not bad. Now you're qualified to join us!"

The youth at the front, dressed in white, was the one who had clapped.

"It's... Yan Yixiao, descendant of the ancient sage Ziyuan!"

Recognizing the man, Fan Xiaofeng beside him felt his body turn cold, as if falling into an ice cellar: "The strongest in this assessment, bar none..."

Every year during the Great Confucian Hall assessment, many people investigate who the participants are in advance.

Among all, the one they least wanted to see was definitely this man.

The ancient sage Ziyuan was the foremost among Confucius's seventy-two disciples, the undisputed senior disciple. Even Ran Qiu, the ancient sage with the highest combat power, had to obey him and dared not defy him.

This Yan Yixiao was his descendant, famous among the younger generation!

Unexpectedly, he had encountered him here.

"Join you?"

Zhang Xuan was not shocked like the other, nor did he realize this guy was the top expert. Instead, he looked over leisurely.

"That's right. These are the ones I've taken a liking to. I've also taken a liking to you. Join us, and together we'll eliminate the others!"

With his hands behind his back, Yan Yixiao said lightly, his tone carrying an unquestionable arrogance.

"Sorry, I don't want to be taken a liking to, nor do I want to join..."

Seeing this guy's narcissism, Zhang Xuan couldn't be bothered to say more.

"Brother Yan inviting you is an honor. Don't be ungrateful. If you refuse, believe me, we'll eliminate you right now, and you'll have no more chances!"

Seeing his attitude, a youth behind Yan Yixiao couldn't hold back and shouted loudly.