Chapter 9

Shock the martial arts arena.

The Zhuo Family's Martial Arts Practice Field was as calm and serene as usual. Many of the family's disciples were waving their sweat as they continuously trained themselves.

Suddenly, a figure very arrogantly flew straight to the center of the training field, and steadily landed in the center position of the training field. This figure's eyes coldly looked down at the clan's disciples who were training below the training field.

The newcomer was none other than Zhuowen. He was currently holding the half-dead Zhuo Wu in his right hand as he stared coldly in the direction of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

This morning, Chun 'er had brought his letter to the Wolong Pavilion and handed it to Zhuo Dingtian. In the letter, Zhuowen said that the place of the handover would be at the Martial Arts Practice Field. Therefore, Zhuo Dingtian believed that Zhuo Dingtian would definitely appear at the Martial Arts Practice Field.

"He's Zhuowen?

How dare this trash appear in the Martial Arts Practice Field? "

"Eh?

Look, Zhuowen is carrying Young Master Zhuo Wu, isn't it?

How did Young Master Zhuo Wu end up in Zhuowen's hands? And he seems to be heavily injured! "

"Young Master Zhuowu is an expert in the Divine Valor Realm, and his Soul Armor is at the Fourth Rank Green level. How did he end up like this?

Could it be Zhuowen's doing? "

"Impossible!

Zhuowen couldn't even awaken his armor soul and had no cultivation at all. How could he defeat Young Master Zhuo Wu who was already in the Divine Valor State?

I think it must be Zhuowen who used despicable means to sneak attack Young Master Zhuo Wu! "

Seeing Zhuowen holding Zhuo Wu in his hand, many of the disciples in the training grounds were shocked. However, there were even more disciples who looked at Zhuowen with ill intentions.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the bottom of the training field. Then, a tall young man with a cold expression suddenly jumped onto the training field.

The young man first looked at Zhuowen, then looked at Zhuowen, who was not in a clear state of mind, and said coldly, "Zhuowen!

You really have some guts to actually injure Young Master Zhuowu so severely!

What kind of despicable method did a piece of trash like you use to sneak attack Young Master Zhuowu?

If you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about leaving the Martial Arts Practice Field! "

As soon as the young man said this, many disciples in the martial arts practice field looked at Zhuowen with unfriendly gazes. The corners of their mouths even revealed malicious smiles.

"I didn't expect that Zhuo Leng would personally take action. He is the strongest disciple in our Martial Arts Practice Field. Even the instructor has praised him before."

"Zhuowen is dead for sure this time!

Zhuo Leng and Young Master Zhuo Wu had some relationship. Seeing Young Master Zhuo Wu become like this this time, he must be extremely angry in his heart!

Right now, Zhuowen is no longer the Third Young Master, but merely an ordinary disciple. Even if Zhuo Leng accidentally kills him, the clan shouldn't blame him! "

The sudden appearance of the young man immediately attracted the attention of many people below the Martial Arts Practice Field. It was obvious that the young man had some fame among these disciples.

Zhuowen indifferently looked at Zhuo Leng in front of him, and the corners of his mouth revealed a trace of a cold smile. Zhuo Leng was a person that Zhuo Leng had heard of before. He was the number one person in the Martial Arts Practice Field. At such a young age, his cultivation seemed to have reached the Qi Refining stage. If not for the fact that the grade of his Armor Spirit was too low, the clan would have already taken him into the ranks of the core disciples and focused on grooming him.

The disciples of the clan were divided into two grades, namely the outer disciples and the core disciples. The outer disciples were basically born with Armor Spirits that were not of a high grade and were assigned to the Martial Arts Practice Field to be taught by the clan's instructors. If their cultivation was outstanding, there was still a possibility for them to become a core disciple in the future.

Once they became a core disciple, the clan would allocate a pavilion in the inner courtyard for them to cultivate on their own. Moreover, some of the experts in the clan would occasionally give these core disciples pointers. Even precious medicinal ingredients would not be stingy with the use of the core disciples.

The treatment of the core disciples was not much worse than that of the clan's young masters. If Zhuowen was able to awaken his Armor Spirit, the Concentrated Fragrance Pavilion that he owned would not have been confiscated by the clan. Even his status would not have been reduced to that of a lowly servant.

And the Zhuo Leng in front of him was the most promising outer disciple to be accepted as a core disciple in the clan in recent years.

"Despicable means?

It's obvious that Zhuo Wu's strength is not enough. Do I need to use despicable means to deal with this kind of trash? "Zhuowen lightly kicked Zhuo Wu and said with an indifferent expression.

"You … Zhuowen, your guts are really getting bigger and bigger. Since you are so arrogant, I want to have a taste of your strength and see if you have the capital to be arrogant!

If you can withstand three moves from me, I will not interfere in your matters. How about it? "Zhuo Leng said with a cold expression as he looked at Zhuowen.

"No need!

I only need one move. After one move, if you can still stand up, I will immediately let Zhuo Wu go. Even my life is yours. How about it? "

When Zhuowen said this, the entire martial arts practice field was in an uproar. All the disciples looked at Zhuowen in disbelief. In their hearts, they were wondering if Zhuowen's brain had been flooded with water.

The person standing in front of him was the number one person in the martial arts practice field, Zhuo Leng. He was also the most promising person to become a core disciple of the Zhuo Family in recent years.

Zhuo Wen hadn't even awakened his armor soul a few days ago, and he didn't even have the slightest bit of cultivation in his body. However, Zhuo Wen still proposed such a suicidal condition. This caused many disciples to look at Zhuo Wen with strange gazes.

"Zhuowen!

I really don't know where you get your confidence from. Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill your wish! "

Zhuo Leng was so angry that he laughed. He stomped his feet on the ground and his entire body shot out like a cannonball towards Zhuowen.

At the same time, a cold-eyed leopard jumped out from Zhuo Leng's body. The moment this leopard appeared, it merged with Zhuo Leng's body. Then, everyone saw Zhuo Leng's body suddenly expand. Sharp claws even appeared on his hands.

"Senior Zhuo Leng actually used his Armor Spirit right from the start. It seems like Senior Zhuo Leng is really angry. He wants to kill Zhuowen in one move!"

Some of the disciples below the martial arts practice field who were watching the show also exclaimed. Obviously, they were shocked that Zhuo Leng had used his full strength.

Zhuowen's eyes narrowed. He knew that the leopard shadow that appeared beside Zhuo Leng should be Zhuo Leng's Armor Spirit. The corner of his mouth slightly raised. Zhuowen's muscles suddenly tightened and he clenched his fists tightly.

Creaking sounds suddenly came from Zhuowen's arms. Then, Zhuowen suddenly punched out with both his fists. He growled, "Primeval Dragon Roar Fist: First Dragon Roar!"

A loud and clear dragon roar whizzed out from Zhuowen's body. Then, a huge dragon-shaped aura suddenly surrounded Zhuowen's arms. A strong wave of Origin Energy also emitted from Zhuowen's body.

Looking at Zhuowen, who was full of vigor, the smile on Zhuo Leng's face suddenly stiffened. There was even a trace of fear in his eyes. He could clearly feel that the energy contained in the body of the young man in front of him was definitely far beyond his own.

"How can this trash have such a strong power?

Didn't he not have an Armor Spirit in his body?

What the hell is going on? "

While Zhuo Leng's mind was still in shock, Zhuowen's fists fiercely smashed into his claws. Zhuo Leng only felt pain in his arms. Then, he felt that he had lost all feeling in his hands.

With a miserable howl, Zhuo Leng's entire body flew backwards. A mouthful of blood violently spurted out like a faucet that had not been turned on properly.

Bang.

Like a withered leaf, Zhuo Leng crazily vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood. Then, he actually collapsed on the ground, twitching non-stop.

At this moment, the entire place fell into silence. Everyone in the Martial Arts Practice Field looked in disbelief at the dying Zhuo Leng on the ground and Zhuowen, who was completely unharmed.

Some of the disciples standing at the front even swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty. Their bodies unconsciously trembled.

The number one person in the Martial Arts Practice Field, Zhuo Leng, was actually defeated by Zhuowen in just one move. Moreover, looking at Zhuo Leng's current situation, it was obviously not good.

"Reality has proven that I, Zhuowen, am not a useless person. The real useless person is you, Zhuo Leng!

Now, you can go in peace. Leaving a useless person like you in this world is just a waste of food! "

A murderous intent flashed across Zhuowen's eyes. Then, his figure flashed and actually flew towards Zhuo Leng. A terrifying Yuan Power gathered in his right fist. The faint roar of a dragon could be heard. It was filled with a murderous aura.

Zhuowen knew that he had to intimidate everyone in the Martial Arts Practice Field. The best way to intimidate was naturally to be ruthless. Only a bloody lesson could completely intimidate everyone.

"Zhuowen!

You bastard, you actually dared to cripple my disciple. I think you're tired of living! "

An angry voice suddenly came from nearby. Then, Zhuowen only felt a gust of wind whistling behind him. He frowned slightly and immediately dodged to the side. His eyes narrowed slightly as he sized up the figure that was about to sneak an attack on him.

It was a middle-aged man. His face was covered with a full beard. His body was sturdy and tall. Even Zhuowen only reached the height of this figure's chin.

"The instructor is finally here!

This time, Senior Zhuo Leng can be saved! "

When all the disciples in the Martial Arts Practice Field saw this tall figure appear, the originally nervous expression on their faces immediately eased.

Zhuowen's performance was too powerful. It suppressed them to the point that they couldn't even breathe. Even their strongest disciple, Zhuo Leng, was defeated by Zhuowen in one move.

Zhuowen's gaze was solemn as he looked at the figure that just appeared. The instructors in the Martial Arts Practice Field arranged by the clan weren't very strong. But even if they weren't very strong, the instructor in front of him had already reached the level of Viscera Strengthening Realm. In terms of realm, he was faintly one level higher than Zhuowen.

The instructor came to Zhuowen's side to check. Then, his eyes spat fire as he looked at Zhuowen not far away. He roared, "You bastard, you actually crippled Zhuo Leng's Dantian?

I didn't expect a bastard like you to be so vicious. Then, don't blame me for bullying the weak! "

After the instructor discovered that Zhuo Leng's Dantian had been crippled, the anger on his face became even more intense. One must know that Zhuo Leng was the most talented disciple in the Martial Arts Practice Field. He was also the outer sect disciple who had the highest chance of becoming a core disciple.

If Zhuo Leng became a core disciple, then the instructor's rewards would naturally be considerable. In fact, his treatment in the clan would be even better. But now, Zhuo Leng had been crippled by Zhuowen. Everything was ruined. The instructor was naturally enraged. He couldn't wait to skin Zhuowen and pull out his tendons.