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Chapter 322: Whoever Disagrees, Let’s Take Them On Together!

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Whoever Disagrees, Let’s Take Them On Together!

"Brother Zhou, what a pleasure to meet!"

Zhang Xiaotian was not annoyed but responded with a smile, clasping his fists towards Zhou Xiaotian, drawing the Yin Yang sign with his hand and assuming a posture, warmly saying, "Divine Leg Zhou, let me experience your leg technique."

Zhou Xiaotian’s face was full of scorn, "I’m afraid your body won’t withstand the power of my legs."

"Whether I can withstand it or not, we’ll only know after we fight!"

"Seeking death!"

"Snap"

Just like that, the two of them engaged in battle. Zhou Xiaotian felt a sudden tension, knowing he had underestimated his opponent. His legs, one after another, were strong and vigorous.

However, it was as if he were hitting cotton, unable to feel the force.

The audience watched quietly, occasionally discussing, because the fighting scene was very peculiar.

"Big brother, what’s with this Zhang Xiaotian? Could he be a Tai Chi Master? His moves don’t seem very forceful."

"Strange, isn’t it? Tai Chi is about using the opponent’s force against them, controlling speed with slowness, moving ’four taels to shift a thousand catties.’ This little priest already has some skill."

"You’re right, brother. Look at Zhang Xiaotian’s arms, palms, legs—he’s using the Yin Yang Step, striking indirectly."

"Wow, young man, you’re quite observant, and you’re right. If Zhou Xiaotian doesn’t change his strategy, his fierce attacks will only lead to his own downfall."

"..."

As slow as their words were, the fighting was fast. While the audience chatted away, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves without a clear winner.

Of course, it was all Zhou Xiaotian attacking, but the more he attacked, the less confident he became. He had encountered Tai Chi experts before, but never had he felt such powerlessness.

Once a person loses confidence, their movements become weak—a situation Zhou Xiaotian found himself in.

But he was, after all, ranked fourth in the heavenly ranks, with a solid foundation in martial arts theory, knowing that tremendous force could overcome great resistance.

"Boy, see if you can still block this! Eat my chain kick."

Damn, what an opportunity.

Zhang Xiaotian was secretly delighted, waving his hands composedly, neutralizing the Chain Legs, while his body tensed, ready to unleash.

Just as Zhou Xiaotian was about to land, Zhang Xiaotian moved.

His body shifted eerily to Zhou Xiaotian’s side, and he launched a punch at Zhou Xiaotian’s back.

"Take this!"

"Ouch... bang"

Zhou Xiaotian felt a surge of Haoran energy from his back, followed immediately by being blasted off the platform.

"Hiss..."

The audience was shocked, stirred by how casually Zhang Xiaotian had defeated the fourth-ranked divine leg.

The referee looked at him as if he were superhuman, then raised his hand.

"History rewritten, the new fourth-ranked heavenly figure is—Zhang Xiaotian."

Amid thunderous applause, Zhou Xiaotian, who had stumbled back several steps off the platform before stabilizing himself, was not satisfied. He hadn’t even let out a proper fight and was defeated unclearly and unfairly—how frustrating.

"I disagree, let’s fight again!"

The referee, however, stopped him, solemnly saying, "Divine Leg Zhou, the outcome is clear, there can be no further contest. If you feel you are stronger than Zhang Xiaotian, you are always welcome to challenge one of the top three in the heavenly ranks."

Zhou Xiaotian’s eyes shifted, he pondered for a while and cautiously said, "I want to challenge the third ranked—Wu Xueyang."

"I also want to challenge Wu Xueyang."

"Go play on your own, I’ve got this!"

"..."

Zhou Xiaotian’s loud roar had the other arena masters echoing in agreement, even those competitors who hadn’t taken their turn yet swung their arms, demanding a challenge.

In the VIP seats, Xiao Zheng rubbed his brow and leaned close to Black Rose, asking quizzically, "Rose, is Wu Xueyang such an easy target? Why does everyone want to challenge him?"

"Hmph, there’s nothing hard to explain here because the top two in the heavens’ list are both freaks and non-human. Comparatively speaking, Wu Xueyang is a bit easier to bully."

Feeling the scorching breath of the man, Black Rose shrank back, warily looking at him as she explained.

"Freaks and non-human?"

Xiao Zheng’s mutter had been heard by Bai Mudan in the vicinity, who sneered, "It’s no exaggeration to call them monsters. The first-place on the heavens’ list is the undefeated champion among the young grandmasters and has dominated our Futu supreme list for many years. All masters who challenged him were defeated."

"That impressive?" Xiao Zheng shook his head and smiled, "Can I witness it myself?"

At that moment, Black Rose appeared charming and smiling radiantly, "If he was here, these little devils wouldn’t dare to be so reckless. Unfortunately, he encountered a bottleneck in his training and has gone to the north for experience. When he returns, his cultivation level will surely be even higher."

Xiao Zheng glanced at the swaying Black Rose, thinking to himself, "Damn, this girl is hot, naturally charming, and beneath her short skirt, a pair of glossy legs moved."

"The first isn’t here, but the second should be, right?"

"You mean Mo Qingyun? That guy is also a beast, known as the future hope of the Futu."

Noticing his gaze, Black Rose felt a bit constrained and shifted her legs as she smoothly continued.

According to Black Rose’s description, Mo Qingyun was very impressive as well—some said his strength matched that of the first place, while others claimed he was even stronger.

Zhu Chanji just smiled and added, "It’s hard to say who is stronger between them. However, Qingyun is extremely talented, but too arrogant. Using only his fine steel war spear, he has been unbeatable."

"Such character is related to his status; he’s the eldest grandson of the main family of the Mo Family in Jiangcheng, a powerhouse influence, something you dare not provoke lightly."

Xiao Zheng had indeed heard of the Mo Family in Jiangcheng, a power reaching the skies, not to be underestimated.

"Old Zhu, your Futu really is a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons reside, impressive!"

"What else did you expect?" Zhu Chanji rolled his eyes, and that was the real reason he had invited Xiao Zheng over, to awe and it wouldn’t hurt.

At that moment, on the stage.

There stood a thin young man in a light green shirt, with a distinct face, holding the Sun and Moon Double Hooks, standing as firm as a pine, overlooking the other civilian masters, his mouth twisted in arrogance.

His weapons were unique—the Sun and Moon Double Hooks, multi-edged weapons, their bodies bladed, the ends hooked, and the guards crescent-shaped, sharp and edged.

Among blades, spears, swords, and halberds, axes, maces, hooks, and forks, hooks are also a type of weapon, but less commonly used nowadays.

Wu Xueyang sneered, "You minnows, you think you can challenge me?"

"Hmph, does that include me as well?" Divine Leg Zhou Xiaotian was quite irritated and refused to be ignored.

Wu Xueyang glanced at him and said coolly, "No difference, all trash!"

"What?" Zhou Xiaotian furiously pointed at Wu Xueyang, gritting his teeth, "Little guy, have the guts for a one-on-one."

"One-on-one? Hahaha..."

Wu Xueyang threw back his head laughing lazily, "What’s thrilling about fighting you one-on-one? Anyone dissatisfied, come at me together, I can take you all."

"Little rascal..."

"Motherfucker!"

"Shit!"

The masters ready to challenge Wu Xueyang were all enraged, exchanged glances, and reached a consensus; they roared as they leaped onto the stage, ready to gang up on Wu Xueyang and give him a lesson.