Long Ziyang's swift and decisive defeat of Long Zisong caused the direct descendants of the Long family to be dumbfounded.
Of course.
A powerful direct descendant like Long Zishan did not take it to heart. After all, if he were the one on stage, he could also instantly defeat a rank two or three Martial Master.
It was undeniable.
Long Ziyang, who had only left for a year, was able to achieve this level. He had grown a lot.
Long Potian's face was expressionless, but his heart was blooming with joy.
A year ago, his son was tortured by a direct descendant of a level seven or eight Meridian Opening Realm in the grand competition.
In a short period of time, he was able to torture a beginner level Martial Master. This growth speed was earth-shattering!
Don't worry.
Patriarch Long's happiness was yet to come.
Because as the strongest group's competition continued, as Long Ziyang went on stage one after another, regardless of whether his opponent was at rank three or rank four, they were all sent flying.
He was so strong that it was completely unreasonable!
After cultivating in the sect for so long, he was already very strong.
Then, he took the aptitude modification liquid and raised his spirit root to the highest grade. Don't we know if he's strong or not?
"Plop!"
In the fourth match, a rank five Martial Master of the Long family's direct descendant fell to the ground outside the martial arts practice field.
The Long family's direct descendant was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.
Another instant kill!
This guy was too strong!
Long Zishan, who was still laughing at first, had a serious expression.
Although his cousin who was beaten down was weak, his spirit root aptitude was not weak at all. Even if it was him, he might not be able to defeat him cleanly!
"Sigh."
Long Ziyang, who was standing on the stage, shook his head and said, "There's not a single one who can fight."
Jun Changxiao was full of smiles.
His disciple was showing off on stage. As the Sect Leader, he would definitely have face.
The Long family's direct descendants' expressions were uglier than the other.
The guy who was bullied by them back then suddenly became so awesome. They really couldn't accept it.
Long Potian was having a great time.
His son had fought four matches, from rank two all the way to rank five. All of them were ended quickly. This could only mean that his strength was very strong!
Long Potian looked at Jun Changxiao, his eyes filled with even more admiration.
In just a year's time, his son had become so valiant. This Sect Leader must have real ability!
The elders of the Long family began to ponder.
Long Ziyang, who seemed to be a very ordinary direct descendant of the family, had been trained to be so valiant by him. If he let the outstanding direct descendant go, wouldn't that be like going to heaven?
It was hard to say whether he would ascend to heaven or not.
However, based on how Long Ziyang had been bullied and ridiculed by the direct descendants of the Long family, it was unlikely that he would have any chance of joining the Iron Bone Society.
…
The battle between the strongest groups was still ongoing, but the atmosphere had changed.
In the beginning, many direct descendants of the Long family hoped to be matched with Long Ziyang and then ruthlessly trample on him. Now, they were secretly praying that they wouldn't meet this guy.
Some things were destined by the heavens, and it was hard to avoid them.
In the round of sixteen, the number plate that Long Zishan drew just happened to match Long Ziyang, so the two of them would compete for a spot in the top eight.
"Here comes the show." Su Xiaomo grinned.
Before the Large Competition began, Long Zishan had ridiculed his junior brother. He stood at the side and wanted to kick him. Now that he had met him so early, it was not a bad thing.
Li Qingyang said: "This person is at least an eighth stage Martial Master. Junior Brother Long shouldn't win too easily."
Jun Changxiao leaned against the back of his chair, crossed his arms, and looked at Long Ziyang who was on the stage, and sent a sound transmission: "Ziyang, only this battle can prove yourself."
"Ta."
Long Ziyang strode onto the stage and said: "Sect Leader, this disciple will use my strength to tell father, to tell everyone in the Long family, that this stage belongs to me, Long Ziyang, the Iron Bone Clan!"
His spine was straight, revealing the aura of an iron bone!
When the evil sects attacked, Long Ziyang did not fight.
Because his strength was far inferior to Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji and the others.
However, seeing his senior brother defeat his opponents time and time again, he was deeply moved below the stage.
Although the Clans Grand Competition represented him, behind him was the Sect Leader and the senior brother who defended the sect's honor.
In this battle.
No matter what, he could not lose!
"Hu hu!"
In an instant, Long Ziyang's body erupted with a powerful aura, and his eyes flickered with a strong fighting spirit.
"Sect Leader, Senior Brother, Senior Sister."
He clenched his fists tightly and said loudly with a sound transmission technique, "Today, I, Long Ziyang, will continue my undefeated record on the life and death arena!"
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
Why did he have to be so hot-blooded to bully a group of little Martial Masters?
Long Zishan, who had just walked onto the stage, frowned and thought to himself: "Just how strong is this brat!"
From the initial ridicule to the current caution, it was enough to show that this cousin of his was no longer the same as before!
"Begin!" The Long family elder shouted again.
"Shua!"
Long Zishan stepped on the Dragon Swimming Steps and was the first to attack.
As an eighth stage Martial Master, he was clearly much stronger than Long Zisong in terms of using his family's movement technique. With a single step, his afterimage was almost dragged out.
"Shua!"
Just as Long Zishan moved, Long Ziyang also rushed over with the Cloud Steps. In terms of speed, it was obvious that he was faster!
The Long family's Dragon Swimming Steps, high-grade mid-rank.
Was it high?
High!
However, in front of Iron Bone's Cloud Steps, it was still a bit weaker.
Comparing speed, comparing who is faster, you really can't do it!
"Shua!"
Long Ziyang took a step forward, and his fist, which carried a strong psionic power, suddenly cut through the void and fiercely blasted over.
Rupturing Fist, high-grade mortal rank.
"So fast!"
Long Zishan was secretly shocked, but he did not hesitate to raise his fist and punch over, and a sound similar to a dragon's roar was heard.
Dragon Roar Fist, high-grade mid-rank!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two loud sounds rang out almost at the same time, and layers of psionic power exploded and formed a wave of air that immediately spread out in the martial arts practice field.
In the battle area.
Long Ziyang's right fist punched Long Zishan's chest.
Long Zishan's fist also landed on his chest.
Both of them were in an attacking posture.
Thump thump thump thump!
Long Zishan explosively retreated, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
Long Ziyang also retreated, but only one step. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Second cousin, I haven't seen you for a year, and your strength is only so-so."
There was a difference in strength, but he had the upper hand.
Rupturing Fist, victory!
"Shua!"
Long Potian, who was sitting on the chair, immediately stood up, his eyes flashing with shock.
Just now, when the two of them exchanged blows, his son's explosive strength had already reached eighty thousand jin, which was not inferior to an eighth grade Martial Master like Long Zishan!
Could it be …
His hands trembled, and he could not help but say: "My son is a fifth-grade Martial Master?!"
"Patriarch Long."
Jun Changxiao, who was sitting next to him, said: "Don't be agitated, don't be agitated, please sit down and watch the battle."
"…"
How could Long Potian sit down? He just stood there and watched.
The elders of the Long family were all dumbfounded. It was difficult for them to calm down after Long Ziyang exploded with such a strong power.
"No … Impossible …"
Long Zishan, who had been blasted to the point of vomiting blood, had a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Judging from the aura that fellow was emitting, he was clearly only a fifth grade Martial Master. Why was his strength not inferior to his at all!
"Shua!"
Long Ziyang rushed over once again, his right hand formed a palm, and shouted: "Mountain Splitting Palm!"
"Hu!"
The wind howled, and waves of air spread in all directions!
Seeing this, Long Zishan took a step back and shouted angrily: "Arrogant Dragon Palm!"
"Hu hu!"
BOOM — — —
Long Ziyang directly broke through the condensed Arrogant Dragon Palm and used the back of his hand to slash at Long Zishan's left shoulder.
The powerful force erupted like a flood!
"Wah!"
Long Zishan spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body flew up and landed heavily at the edge of the martial arts practice field.
"This …"
The direct descendants of the Long family were dumbstruck.
In two moves, Long Zishan, who was known as one of the strongest direct descendants of the Long family, had been beaten to such a miserable state!
Long Ziyang walked over step by step and stood in front of his injured second cousin. He looked down at him with the bearing of a strong man and said expressionlessly: "Have you broadened your horizons?"
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