On the sparring arena …
Initially, the two geniuses were evenly matched. But now that Zong Hentian was in such a state, everyone's jaws dropped. On the sparring arena, Feng Xiaoling had crushed Zong Hentian to the point where not even a hair was left.
"I've heard of your name in Jiuxiao Sect. You're one of the strongest geniuses of Glory Sect." Feng Xiaoling praised. But the moment he finished his words, he changed the topic, "But hearing about you is not as good as meeting you in person. What a disappointment. You're not fit to be on the same level as me."
Feng Xiaoling continued to wave his fan gracefully. He did not care about Zong Hentian in the least bit. In fact, there was a hint of disdain in those cold eyes of his.
Zong Hentian really wanted to crush Feng Xiaoling. But the pain in his crotch prevented him from doing so. He was afraid that he would faint if he did.
Junior Master Lin's method was too cruel. If he had known that this was the method, he would have rather lost than suffer this pain.
This kind of pain wasn't just physical pain, but also mental pain.
"Good luck, Senior Brother Zong …!" All the geniuses cheered Zong Hentian on.
The disciples on the sparring arena looked at one another. Gritting their teeth, they started waving their hands as well.
No matter what, Zong Hentian was their Senior Brother. Even if they were to lose face right now, they still hoped that Senior Brother Zong could win.
"Let the battle begin …!" Looking at Zong Hentian, the Elder sighed helplessly. Just what was wrong with Glory Sect these days?
Were they really going to suffer a crushing defeat this year?
"Brother Wuya, seems like Jiuxiao Sect is going to win this round again." Looking at the situation on the sparring arena, Liang Yichu grinned.
Wuya did not reply. His eyes were fixed on the sparring arena. He had nothing to say to Liang Yichu's smugness.
Fight for it …!
Feng Xiaoling closed his fan and pointed it at Zong Hentian, "Make your move. I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to retaliate."
The moment Feng Xiaoling said this, the Glory Sect disciples' faces turned red as they started discussing amongst themselves.
"This guy is way too arrogant! He's even more arrogant than Xinfeng!"
"Even though I don't know why Senior Brother Zong is here, he's not someone anyone can just look down on."
"Senior Brother Zong is one of the strongest geniuses in our sect. What right does he have to look down on Senior Brother Zong?"
"Come on, Senior Brother Zong! Let this guy know the power of our Glory Sect!"
...
Zong Hentian glared at Feng Xiaoling with bloodshot eyes. Right now, he was in so much pain that he could no longer feel anything. Although this guy was very arrogant and infuriating, compared to his own crotch, he still cared more about his crotch.
"Make your move. Stop wasting time." Feng Xiaoling placed his hands behind his back and glared at Zong Hentian.
"Stand up and finish it quickly. There are still many matches to be played." Lin Fan urged.
To Lin Fan, the moment Zong Hentian went all out, Feng Xiaoling shouldn't be a match for him.
Even though he had never enhanced anyone before, and Zong Hentian was the first to test it out, he believed that the products of the system would definitely be the best.
"Your fellow disciple sure is interesting. Knowing that you're going to lose, he's urging you to finish it quickly. I think you should just admit defeat. After all, this isn't something to be ashamed of." Feng Xiaoling laughed.
"You're wrong …" Zong Hentian took a deep breath and said with a hoarse voice.
"Huh?" Feng Xiaoling's face changed.
Zong Hentian stood up slowly, trembling. Those closed legs of his opened up slightly. Suddenly, the blood energy within Zong Hentian's body, which had been trained to its limits, exploded.
'ARGH …!'
Zong Hentian's face was contorted as his bloodshot eyes turned bloodshot. The moment he stood up, an unparalleled pain surged through him.
His long hair that was flowing in the wind stood on its ends.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT! FIGHT …!" Zong Hentian roared. His voice was so loud that it shook the hearts of the weaker disciples.
Lin Fan looked at the scene on the stage in astonishment and was instantly dumbfounded.
He had not expected Balls Kick to be this strong. This Zong Hentian was a world of difference from before.
"How could this be?" Liang Yichu's face changed as he looked down in disbelief.
In that instant, a berserk aura burst forth from that disciple.
'Eh …?' Wuya, who did not have much hope at first, gasped. He could feel the change in Zong Hentian's body.
This aura was much, much stronger than before.
'COME …!' Zong Hentian roared. A whirlwind appeared beneath his feet as he clutched at his head. The pain from his crotch had spread to his head. It was so excruciating that he could not take it anymore.
Feng Xiaoling's originally cold expression also changed at this moment.
'This …!'
Before Feng Xiaoling could finish his words, Zong Hentian, who could not take it any longer, burst forth with a berserk aura.
'TAKE MY PALM!'
Zong Hentian walked over step by step. Every step he took made contact with the ground, giving off a dull thud.
Infused with True Energy, Zong Hentian struck towards Feng Xiaoling with an unstoppable force.
Feng Xiaoling's face changed as he rumbled with True Energy, "Head on, huh? I like it!"
Feng Xiaoling struck out with his palm as well, wanting to see who was stronger.
Lin Fan stood amongst the geniuses and smiled, "Victory is decided. There's no need to watch any longer."
BAM!
Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out as the two True Energy palms collided, creating a raging True Energy tornado.
"So that's all you've got …?" Feng Xiaoling laughed coldly. However, in that instant, Feng Xiaoling's expression changed, and he cried out in disbelief. "What?
"How could this be?!"
Zong Hentian's face was flushed red as a puff of white smoke rose from his head.
BAM!
Zong Hentian's palm strike was unstoppable. Like a kite with its string cut, Feng Xiaoling's body fell off the stage.
The crowd was in an uproar.
The Jiuxiao Sect disciples looked at one another in disbelief. What in the world just happened? How did Feng Xiaoling lose just like that?
Liang Yichu, who was on the stage, stood up as well. His jaw dropped as he stared at the scene before him, wanting to scream out loud. Impossible!
"Brother Yichu, I'm sorry, Little Sheng." Senior Elder Wuya recovered from his shock and chuckled.
Grandmaster Yan had not spoken a word. But looking at the scene before him, his lips curled into a smile.
At this moment, the disciples in the spectator stands cheered wildly.
"WE WON … WE WON …!"
"HAHA! To think that we'd win so easily!"
"Senior Brother Zong is Senior Brother Zong indeed! That guy was so cocky just now, but he was still sent flying by our Senior Brother's palm strike!"
Even some of the female disciples revealed looks of disdain. To think that Feng Xiaoling would be this weak.
"Second round, Glory Sect's genius, Zong Hentian wins!"
...
"Again …!" Looking at Feng Xiaoling who was sent flying, Zong Hentian bellowed.
That palm strike earlier was filled with sweat. Each time it was sent out, the pain would lessen by a little. But now that this guy was on the stage, what should he do?
Below the stage, Feng Xiaoling stood up with much difficulty. He looked at Zong Hentian with a dumbfounded expression. Even now, he still had not figured out what had happened. Why did he lose so easily? This … this …!
Looking at the gazes of the surrounding disciples, Feng Xiaoling's handsome face flushed red, feeling embarrassed.
Finally, Zong Hentian was dragged off the stage by Lin Fan's men.
The side effects of Balls Kicking were really huge. Not only could it stimulate one's potential, it could also turn one into a battle maniac. The winner had already been decided, and yet he was still standing on the stage provoking the other party. How was he supposed to hide his face?
Looking at Feng Xiaoling's lifeless face, one could tell how much Zong Hentian had dealt him.
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