Chapter 166: Give me your position?

  Boom!

  Zhang Shan narrowly avoided Chen Zhilong's slashing knife, his feet moving swiftly as he thought of a countermeasure.

  He just said he would leave with the transmission symbol, but it was just to disturb the opponent's mind. In the first round, he left dispiritedly. Such a thing, Zhang Shan would never do.

  But now Chen Zhilong's combat power has increased several times, and according to normal methods, it is definitely impossible to defeat him.

  Only by using Soul Technique Suppression is there a possibility of defeating him, but the battle on the mountain path falls in the eyes of many people, and it may be possible to expose one's own trump card.

  He narrowly avoided it, but the knife aura from Chen Zhilong cut out a bloody mouth on his left shoulder, and the scorching pain also made Zhang Shan make up his mind.

  Although I hope to keep the trump card until the end, it's better to get through this pass first.

  Moreover, as long as it's a quick battle, the spectators may not necessarily be able to see what's going on.

  With a resolute mind, Zhang Shan suddenly stopped dodging and instead charged towards Chen Zhilong.

  Soul Skill: Suppress Launch!

  Byakugan activated!

  Chen Zhilong saw that he was not escaping, but instead rushing towards himself. A hint of joy burst out in his eyes as the goose feather knife chopped down straight on his head.

  Then his whole body shook, and his true yuan rapidly dissipated, suddenly having a feeling of using the wrong force.

  The opponent in front of him, a destructive sword intent soared into the sky, his own divine soul seemed to be subdued under this pressure.

  "Great Silence, Execute!"

  Zhang Shan let out a soft hum, his heavy sword sheathed and radiating an aura of destruction, flashing by in the air.

  In the midst of a bloody rainstorm, Zhang Shan stood calmly with his sword planted in the ground, without sorrow or joy!

  He raised his head to look at the onlookers in front of the mountain path entrance, and those who were swept by his gaze couldn't help but move their eyes away in shock, their bodies involuntarily taking a step back.

  Zhang Shan's heart was not as calm and composed as it seemed on the surface, with an overbearing aura.

  After Da Jie Mo's slash was executed now, although his true yuan was also emptied in an instant, from the outside, it was already very difficult to see that he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

  Moreover, the time of weakness has been shortened to within ten breaths. As long as no fatal attacks are received within these ten breaths, the True Essence will be able to recover its energy.

  If he wants to settle Chen Zhilong, who has already ignited his blood and is boiling, in one move, there is no other way but to increase the suppression of the silent slash.

  The most critical moment had passed, Zhang Shan made a gesture with his hand, and Chen Zhilong's Su Mei Jie and the selection token flew into his hands.

  This kid doesn't have many points, only around a hundred or so. He must be waiting here mainly for him, so there's no need to fight to the death with other contestants.

  After transferring the points, he casually threw away the nameplate and would look at his Su Mei ring later when he had time.

  After doing all this, Zhang Shan raised his head and looked at the tower on the top of the mountain, walking slowly upwards.

  The central square of Lingfei Island is now quiet, and this battle has exceeded everyone's expectations.

  With the strength of a true martial artist at the fifth level, he was able to instantly kill an opponent who had used the soul technique "Boiling Blood" at the eighth level, this kind of combat power is truly terrifying and awe-inspiring among true martial artists.

  Some high-ranking members of certain sects have begun to worry about their own disciples, after all, if they don't know the severity of this young man and recklessly provoke him, they might not even have a chance to use a transmission talisman.

  Some high-ranking sects that are not on good terms with the Tian Xuan Sect have secretly harbored sinister intentions, thinking that if such a talented disciple were to grow up, he would be a nightmare for opposing sects, and it would be best to strangle him before his wings are fully grown.

  The other peaks of the Tianzong Sect were also stunned by Zhang Shan's performance, as he had caused quite a stir in the half year since he joined, and his actions were well-known within the sect. However, no one could have anticipated such a display.

  The happiest one was Nan Ruoli, who had a spring breeze on her face and smiled at Fu Congzhi, who was already stunned, and began to talk about the cool words.

  "This kind of trashy disciple, how dare you speak so boldly about dealing with my apprentice? It's really embarrassing, Fowu Zhong, tell me, is it true or not?"

  With a loud crash, Fu Congzhong crushed the teacup in his hand into powder: "Nan Ruoli, Fu Mou and you will not live under the same sky!"

  "I've heard you say this so many times, it's completely unconvincing. In the past, you couldn't beat me, and now your disciple can't even beat my disciple. If I were you, I'd just go find a tofu to knock against and die."

  Nan Ruo Li smiled brightly, her eyes shining with amusement, as she mercilessly teased the person who had fallen into the water.

  He crouched down from his chest, took a fierce kick, and his body shot up into the sky, disappearing from everyone's line of sight in an instant.

  The air was left with his angry roar: "Nan Ruo Li, you wait, this matter is far from over."

  Nan Ruo Li didn't mind this verbal threat at all, and his thoughts turned to Zhang Shan again: "This kid did a good job today, but I don't know how far he can go next."

  Zhang Shan is now stepping onto the last step of the mountain path.

  The entire mountain top is a wide and spacious square, with the Tower of Regret standing upright in the middle of the square.

  Twenty or thirty people gathered at the entrance of the tower, and when Zhang Shan appeared, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

  Then one of the young men walked out: "Hehe, this time it's my turn to wait for General You, it's really making people anxious."

  As he spoke, he walked straight towards Zhang Shan.

  Zhang Shan's divine sense swept past, "True Martial Realm Eighth Layer? Trouble again."

  "Little one, do you want to enter the Tower of Departed Regrets?"

  Hou Youjun glanced at Zhang Shan and chuckled.

  Zhang Shan said calmly: "Of course I want to, isn't that what the first round is for?"

  "So, now there are two options for you to choose from. The first one is that you automatically hand over half of your points and then you can go in. The second option is that I beat you to death and take your points myself. Which one do you choose?"

  Hou Yu Jun clasped his hands together in front of his chest and said.

  Zhang Shan was stunned for a moment, what is this, bandits robbing?

  Glancing at the person guarding the tower gate, he suddenly understood a bit.

  This is really a robbery, but the robbery is the score within the contestants. Automatically handing over half of the points can pass the level.

  "You guys were originally thinking of this idea, but the rules say that you can't gang up on an enemy, aren't you afraid of breaking the rules?"

  Zhang Shan asked with some curiosity.

  Hou Youjun furrowed his brow: "We have a tacit agreement to take turns fighting the enemy, every time someone comes up, we go one by one, taking turns. For example, when you came out, it was my turn."

  "Stop wasting words, bring out the token and we'll only charge half the toll. We're already being very fair."

  Zhang Shan smiled: "I'll ask one more question and then I'll give, you all look like the real Wuji Eightfold, so what do you do when you encounter a Ninefold Realm candidate?"

  "What else could they do? Of course, each of them took out a little bit of their savings and gave it to him, then sent him off with the gift into the tower."

  "What if he's not satisfied and wants half of everything from you?" Zhang Shan asked with interest.

  "Do you think I'm a dead man? Even if I couldn't beat him in the Eightfold Realm, I could still outrun him. Does he really have nothing better to do than waste his time chasing me? You're pushing your luck, one more word and I'll take action!" Hou Youjun shouted.

  Zhang Shan burst out laughing and said, "As a bandit, this interesting profession, how can it be less without Ben Shao's share? Alright, are you still willing to absorb people in? If not, then let me take your place?"