I'm Only a Little Better Than You

After a long silence, Hui Qing said calmly, "Even if he manages to leave the Prodigy Battlefield, he won't be able to return to the Azure Cloud Sect. After we leave the Prodigy Battlefield, we must immediately report this matter to our elders and tell them to capture Zhang Yang at all costs, regardless of his life!"

Everyone nodded slightly.

They all felt that this prodigy must not be allowed to return to the Azure Cloud Sect.

Afterwards, everyone stopped and decided not to make any more moves.

Since Zhang Yang definitely can't go back anyway, why should they make a move here?

On the arena, Leng Qingfeng was terrified, constantly channeling his spiritual energy to support the ice wall.

He had no doubt that if the ice wall broke, he would be killed by Zhang Yang with a single punch!

Once his spiritual power was used to maintain the ice wall, he naturally couldn't unleash the powerful attack of the Ice World to deal with Zhang Yang.

Gradually, Leng Qingfeng realized that the situation was not good.

He's been defending so diligently, yet Snow Drifting Across the Mortal Realm continues to fall from the sky, and Zhang Yang continues to punch the ice wall... How come his spiritual energy hasn't run out after all this time?

Leng Qingfeng huddled in a corner of the arena, watching Zhang Yang relentlessly pound on the ice wall from outside.

He was now thankful that they were on the arena. If they weren't on the arena, and Zhang Yang flew off the stage and charged in from the other side, how would he defend himself?

After a long while, Leng Qingfeng realized that he had used up more than half of his spiritual power, and Zhang Yang's offensive had not stopped... He could not afford to waste any more of his power, otherwise, he would have to be careful of people from other major sects.

A prodigy like him, if he lacked the ability to protect himself, would be targeted by many.

Leng Qingfeng turned around and jumped off the stage.

Without his spiritual power, the ice wall shattered under Zhang Yang's fists in a few punches. Then, Zhang Yang, exuding a sharp aura, walked to the edge of the arena, looked down at Leng Qingfeng below, and said calmly, "You can't learn to recite poetry and show off! Don't try to learn from me, you won't succeed!"

Leng Qingfeng stared intently at Zhang Yang, speechless.

He's already reached the Primordial Spirit Realm, and he still can't beat him... I'm so frustrated!

"What kind of monster are you?" Leng Qingfeng asked, frustrated.

Zhang Yang withdrew the Yin Demon's secret technique, tidied his disheveled clothes and hair, and said with a smile, "I'm just a little bit better than you... no, better than all of you!"

Leng Qingfeng was about to vomit blood.

People from other major sects also felt as uncomfortable as if they had been constipated for months.

However, they have no way to refute it yet.

Frankly speaking, if they were facing Leng Qingfeng, they would probably have been crushed to a pulp.

Zhang Yang glanced at the crowd and said arrogantly, "I know that your sect has other desires for our Azure Cloud Sect, so you also have many schemes against our Azure Cloud Sect."

But I tell you, as long as I am here, you will not succeed.

In my eyes, you are all my underlings.

We welcome those who wish to be our friends; we also welcome those who wish to be our enemies.

For us, when friends come, we welcome them with good wine; but when enemies come, we'll, of course, crush their mothers!

"Don't be so arrogant. No matter how powerful your Azure Cloud Sect, do you think you can stop all of us?" A disciple from the Langya Sacred Land shouted Qi Ingestion.

Zhang Yang glanced at the speaker and said calmly, "I've already taught Nangong Qiyu a lesson, so stop your nonsense. If you're not Qi Ingestion, come find me on the Azure Cloud Continent after you leave the Prodigy Battlefield. I'll be waiting for you anytime."

He paused for a moment, then said, "As agreed, there's another match today. Does anyone dare to come up and have another contest?"

Everyone remained silent.

Leng Qingfeng lost to everyone who had reached the Primordial Spirit Realm. Even though Leng Qingfeng jumped off the stage voluntarily, it still counts as a defeat!

If they go up there, can they win?

"Nobody's coming? Fine, that's it then!" Zhang Yang turned and left. "When you're confident, come challenge me on the arena anytime. There are still eighteen days until the Prodigy Battlefield. These eighteen days are your last chance. Otherwise, you'll have no hope of defeating me."

He returned to the Formation Space.

The people below the arena returned to their respective camps.

Everyone felt extremely aggrieved; they had just been humiliated by Zhang Yang, yet they didn't dare to go on stage and challenge him.

I felt both frustrated and ashamed.

But there was nothing they could do!

Leng Qingfeng has already lost, what are they doing going up there?

They never imagined that Zhang Yang's true strength would be so terrifying.

The core talents of the Nine Great Sects gathered together.

The group exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Their generation is really unlucky!

"Compared to his Zhang Yang strength, I think his learning ability is the most terrifying thing." Leng Qingfeng shook his head and sighed, "I think several of you have already experienced the power of the Snow Drifting Across the Mortal Realm."

In the beginning, the Snow Drifting Across the Mortal Realm was merely the Ice Power.

Later, the Snow Drifting Across the Mortal Realm and merged with the Wind Power.

When I fought him, the snowflakes Snow Drifting Across the Mortal Realm already carried the Sword Qi!

Leng Qingfeng gave a wry smile, then said, "I think you should understand just how terrifying that Sword Qi that filled the sky with snow was, right?"

Everyone couldn't help but smile wryly.

Especially Kong Xiuping, who didn't have Sword Qi when he faced Snow Drifting Across the Mortal Realm last time! If he had Sword Qi, Snow Drifting Across the Mortal Realm's destructive power would increase several levels.

How do we deal with this?

Hui Qing shook his head as well. "A powerful physique, incredibly profound spiritual power, astonishing comprehension, and a strange Mind Power... Gentlemen, the gap between us and him is truly too great. I think that in the next few days, everyone should quickly increase their strength. If we can comprehend the power of the Primordial Spirit Realm, perhaps we can still put up a fight."

"There are still eighteen days left, we still have some time." Ling Xu nodded. "We've gained a lot of inspiration during our sparring sessions, and perhaps it will allow us to reach the Primordial Spirit Realm. We must give it a try; with so many people, how can we not defeat one?"

"Yes!" Everyone returned to their camp.

The entrance to the Prodigy Battlefield suddenly became quiet.

Time passed day by day.

There are only three days left, and the year will soon be up.

That was also the day the Prodigy Battlefield of the prodigies opened.

Ling Xu, who had been in seclusion for half a month, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze seeming to shoot out Sword-Ray.

"Three days left, my chance has come!"

Other camps also had successful hauls.

Outside the Prodigy Battlefield, many people were waiting silently.

Heavenly Profound Daoist and Ling Yunzi were also waiting quietly in a corner.

"Only three days left!" Heavenly Profound Daoist sighed.

Ling Yunzi nodded slightly. "Only three days left, time is almost up!"

He secretly crushed the jade pendant in his hand, which his Eldest Senior Brother had given him when they set off.

The enemy will arrive on the battlefield in three days!