Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 567 - 529: I understand, just go a little deeper, right?!

Chapter 567: Chapter 529: I understand, just go a little deeper, right?!

"Since you’re so arrogant, today I’ll let you, a Sui person, truly witness the strength of a prairie hero!"

Zhang San glanced disdainfully at Kucha Shahhan, who was boasting wildly, and laughed, "Very well! In the Great Sui, I am hailed as the best among the young generation, and I too am very curious to see what kind of skills a young Tujue hero possesses!"

The two did not start fighting right there at the dining area, as it was surrounded by envoys from various nations.

So, they went outside to find an open space.

The envoys from the nations stopped eating at this point and followed them out to watch the excitement.

Even some of the tribal chieftains of the Tujue rushed over upon hearing this news.

Of course, their purpose in coming was not to watch the spectacle but to intervene.

Although the Tujue were very powerful, and they were aware of their might, they knew that this was the funeral of Khan Muzhen. No matter how impolite these guests were, they were still guests.

How could one fight with a guest?

Unfortunately, by the time some of the elder chieftains from the major Tujue tribes arrived, they found Kucha Shahhan had already engaged in combat with Zhang San.

Even though their words were harsh, they all tacitly agreed not to use any weapons and relied entirely on hand-to-hand combat.

During this time, Zhang San had been continuously training with his group of maidservants, making significant progress in the martial arts.

Just a few rounds into their exchange of blows, Zhang San had already seen that although Kucha Shahhan was a bit more powerful in terms of realm, he had cultivated the Red Gold Wheel Sea.

Since his Qi was no more profound than Zhang San’s—minus the empowerment of the Divine Treasure of the Five Viscera Wheel Seas—Zhang San could completely suppress him by relying on the advantage of his own Seas of Wheels if he chose to.

The fighting experience of his opponent was also vast, but Kucha Shahhan had a very fixed combat style, characterized by bold and unrestrained attacks, a fearless momentum that charged ahead as if to conquer the world.

In contrast, Zhang San’s combat style was versatile.

He could be as fierce as a tiger or as swift as an eagle.

Zhang San knew that if he wanted, just by using his agility, he could play the opponent to his tune and, once the opponent entered into a state of confusion, pummel him mercilessly.

But this battle wasn’t about beating down Kucha Shahhan for Zhang San; he had deeper strategic objectives.

Therefore, while Zhang San did make his move, he still chose to adopt the same forceful style as Kucha Shahhan.

For a time, the ground around them was shrouded in a cloud of dust kicked up by their fierce combat.

Every punch could create a sonic boom as it traversed the air.

Each stomp on the ground was forceful enough to fracture the earth beneath them.

It was like a ferocious battle between two tigers, both unstoppable, both aware that only one could survive.

Originally, many believed that Kucha Shahhan, famed as the top youth of Tujue, would surely crush this younger youth from the Great Sui.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, the two fought to a standstill.

For a moment, Kucha Shahhan was both shocked and excited.

After so many years, he had finally found a worthy rival!

Of course, those who had beaten him in the past but were of low status could not be considered true opponents, as he had eventually had someone dispose of them.

It had been many years since an adversary capable of matching him like Zhang San had appeared.

Zhang San, too, was performing with all his might, not using any Techniques, relying solely on his Martial Style to keep the fight with Kucha Shahhan on equal footing.

However, as the fight went on, Zhang San realized, how come the opponent seemed to have more stamina than himself?

This was not a good sign!

But right away, Zhang San realized something.

His own path was to learn everything that could be learned, to practice every technique that could be practiced.

In his view, combat should be adaptable and versatile, first identifying the enemy’s weakness and then mercilessly striking deep into it to break through and penetrate.

However, Kucha Shahhan’s approach seemed to be one of relentless bravery and aggression—although explosive, this approach couldn’t sustain high-intensity combat perpetually.

So Kucha Shahhan must have put in work in this area.

After all, hailed as the foremost among the younger generation of the Tujue, he couldn’t possibly be without skill.

Having understood this, Zhang San decided to improve his own endurance after returning. But for now, he would hold on and continue the fierce battle until Ding Kucha came out to intervene.

In fact, if Ding Kucha had been the Principal Officer today, Zhang San would certainly have given him full face.

But with someone else in charge, he would certainly not.

The goal was to raise Ding Kucha’s stature in front of envoys from other countries, allowing him to establish might within the Tujue.

Sharlobi couldn’t be said to be utterly abandoned at the moment, but at the very least, even his own younger brother didn’t trust him, and he would inevitably be paranoid during this period.

As a result, with Ding Kucha, a man of his grandfather’s generation, gaining prestige, conflicts between them were bound to arise.

So Zhang San knew that the outcome of this battle wasn’t important; what mattered was to endure until Ding Kucha appeared.

Yet, before Ding Kucha could show up, Kucha Shahhan seemed to be struggling.

Having rarely encountered an opponent who could burst forth with such ferocity like himself, although it wasn’t his limit, he realized that he was evenly matched with Zhang San and would need to rely on other means to defeat him.

"Zhang San! I acknowledge that you truly deserve to be considered the number one of Great Sui’s younger generation. But compared to me, you are still lacking. Today, let me show you my trump card! Come out, Tyrant Tiger!"

In the distance, a blood-red tiger with flames swirling around its four hooves charged over from afar.

The tiger was much larger than a normal tiger, and when it stood up, even the head of an average war horse reached only as high as the tiger’s neck.

Although Zhang San didn’t know what breed of Tiger Demon this was, he could sense its formidable strength.

But...

"A mount, huh? Good timing, I have one too! Come out, Hei!"

The next moment, the sky gathered gloomy clouds, and a fierce wind howled.

Zhang San looked up at the sky and cursed inwardly: I asked for an entrance, but who the hell asked for such an over-the-top effect?

Crack!

As a massive bolt of thunder exploded in the sky, a Black Chi Dragon descended from among the gloomy clouds.

It was at this moment that many realized that Zhang San was the Black Dragon Evil God who had been pillaging across the plains.

Ding Kucha, who had been enjoying the spectacle, confident in his younger brother’s assured victory, felt a sense of foreboding at the sight of the Black Chi Dragon.

Zhang San, mounting Hei’s back, whispered, "Be careful, don’t go too hard, just ensure a fifty-fifty outcome."

"Master, what is fifty-fifty?"

Zhang San pondered briefly and explained, "It means neither to win nor to lose."

"Ah? Why?"

Zhang San couldn’t be bothered to explain to Hei and said, "You’re still too young to understand what is meant by strategic retreat for a better advance."

"I get it. It means to go deeper, right?"