The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1181: Enemies Meet

Chapter 1181: Chapter 1181: Enemies Meet

"Zhang Xiong, that bastard, secretly set up a formation to trap Fierce Lion in a bid to steal something, but who knew Fierce Lion would forcefully break out? In the end, the barrier was breached, and the people of the Hundred Beasts Sect suffered heavy casualties. Just like that, enmity was established between the two,"

This kind of situation is actually quite common in Kunlun, where most Sects engage in mutual deception and continuous combat.

However, it is rare for someone like Zhang Xiong, who clearly struck first and then lost because he was inferior in skill, to come seeking trouble with such pettiness.

After all, acting this way in public somewhat lacks regard for face.

"Fierce Lion, either you kneel and admit your wrongs today and compensate our Sect for our losses, or wait for your Blood Lion Sect to be annihilated!"

Upon hearing this, Fierce Lion grinned and said coldly, "Zhang Xiong, it seems you’ve grown even more arrogant since the last time we met. Since you’re so capable, why don’t you try fighting me yourself!"

Boom!

As he spoke, he erupted with a powerful aura, and robust Spiritual Power continuously surged from within him.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiong was not to be outdone. His body shook, and his Spiritual Power also burst forth.

Both rushed out at the same time and collided with each other forcefully.

Boom!

A low rumble exploded, and they exchanged punches and kicks, like two humanoid beasts launching fierce attacks at each other.

Fierce Lion, being a Cultivator focused on physical body cultivation and having been helped by Ning Fan before, had greatly increased in strength.

With full force, all his fur stood on end, and he looked like a formidable lion, utterly terrifying.

However, Zhang Xiong looked even more horrifying, with Spiritual Power flowing around him and even a black bear phantom appearing behind him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four punches met, and invisible shockwaves exploded, the ground cracking from their impact.

Miao Si sneered, "Zhang Xiong truly doesn’t know his own limits. Fierce Lion’s cultivation has improved from before, yet he dares to challenge him alone—simply seeking death."

However, Ning Fan’s brow furrowed deeply as he suddenly said, "Something’s not right, Fierce Lion might lose."

"What?" Miao Si’s face showed surprise. "Sect Master, could you have seen it wrong? It looks like Fierce Lion has the upper hand!"

Right after he spoke, the situation in the arena changed.

"Fierce Lion, prepare to die!"

Zhang Xiong roared lowly, the black bear phantom behind him sharply retracting into his body, and his aura soared dramatically.

In the blink of an eye, he suppressed Fierce Lion’s aura.

Then, he lunged forward, moving as fast as lightning, releasing his formidable power without reservation and striking Fierce Lion.

"Bam!"

With a muffled sound, Fierce Lion was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the crowd.

Miao Si quickly moved to catch him, but he was also forced back several steps by the impact.

Fierce Lion also spit out blood, and his aura significantly weakened.

He looked at Zhang Xiong incredulously, gritting his teeth, "Something’s wrong. His strength has increased way too much compared to before. How did he manage that?"

They had fought several times before, with Fierce Lion always emerging victorious in the end.

At their level of cultivation, improving one’s strength wasn’t easy. Zhang Xiong’s rapid gain in such immense power was an incredible feat!

"Hahaha, Fierce Lion, I’ve said it before, today is your day to die!"

Zhang Xiong laughed loudly, leaping up, his fist wrapped with terrifying power, hammering towards Fierce Lion.

Seeing this, Miao Si leaped forward, his face showing a cold expression, "Do you really think you are invincible?"

As he spoke, he formed seals with his hands and shot out red beams filled with robust Spiritual Power from tricky angles towards Zhang Xiong.

Though seemingly ordinary moves, they contained extremely malicious resentment, a unique technique of the Ghost Yin Sect when dealing with enemies.

Even cultivators of Zhang Xiong’s level could be harmed by the resentment hidden in this attack if caught off guard.

However, Zhang Xiong’s body surged with a mighty Spiritual Power, forcefully blocking these Spirit Power attacks.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Spiritual Power exploded dramatically, blood spraying, yet the resentment failed to harm Zhang Xiong.

"What!"

Miao Si’s face wore a look of astonishment; this move had never been countered by anyone before he met Ning Fan, and now Zhang Xiong had undone it.

"Miao Si, you old venomous snake, did you really think I didn’t know about your tricks?"

Zhang Xiong smirked coldly, his raw power surged forth, his fist smashing fiercely towards him.

The wild Spiritual Power poured out like a river, spared on no occasion, directed at Miao Si.

Even though Miao Si formed several Spiritual Power Shields in front of him, they didn’t last long and were shattered by the powerful force.

"Spurt!"

Struck by the fist, Miao Si was shaken, his internal organs in turmoil, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his spiritual power defense also collapsing.

"Hahaha, to think that the Four Sects combined would amount to so little, better to obediently become part of the Hundred Beasts Sect and submit to me as the leader!"

After defeating both of them, Zhang Xiong’s hubris soared to its peak, his eyes full of disdain.

He turned to look around, his gaze falling on Ning Fan, "Kid, it seems you are their Elder, today I’ll use you for a blood sacrifice for my Sect Disciples!"

Although Zhang Xiong had defeated Miao Si and Fierce Lion, killing them was another matter; not to mention whether it could be done, doing so in Chongxu Sect’s territory could inevitably lead to trouble.

This young man was just at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage; killing him wouldn’t matter much, a perfect example of killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

"Prepare to die!"

Zhang Xiong roared again, stomping his foot hard, like a speeding train, he burst forward, arriving in front of Ning Fan, his large fist once again thundering out.