Chapter 39: The Final Match

  The people of the Situ family had been waiting outside the training room for almost two hours.

  This room has been sealed off by Situ Ming'an with a formation plate brought over, and the fluctuations of the yuanqi inside cannot be felt at all from the outside.

  Suddenly, the door opened and Zhangshan's voice came from inside: "Thanks to all the seniors for their protection, Zhangshan is lucky not to be disgraced."

  Situ Qingwan's eyes lit up and she hastily ran inside.

  Zhang Shan's divine aura soared, his body's momentum was sharp and intimidating, stronger than before the breakthrough by at least twice.

  He slowly stood up, reined in his momentum, and returned to calmness, with only his eyes becoming even more profound and unfathomable.

  Cai Ming'an walked in immediately after, his eyes scanned Zhang Shan's body and nodded in satisfaction.

  He thought for a moment, then took out an inconspicuous waistband from his Xumi ring and handed it to Zhang Shan: "This is a belt that can shield cultivation, although it can only shield one small realm, but it's just right for now."

  Zhang Shan's heart moved slightly as he took the waistband: "Is the master's intention to let me conceal my current realm, causing Shentu Shengdong to misjudge?"

  "Not bad, although in the end it still depends on one's strength to win, but making him misjudge may have unexpected effects." Si Tu Ming An smiled and said.

  Following his instructions, Zhang Shan inputted the true yuan to activate the belt. Afterwards, as long as he didn't use his full strength, a Lingwu realm martial artist would only think that he was at the second heavy realm.

  "The time has come, it's been several months in waiting for this moment, I wish you a speedy success." said Siu Ming On with a smile.

  The loud sound of the gong outside signaled that the match was about to begin. Zhang Shan nodded at Si Tu and his daughter, left the training room, and headed towards the arena.

  Shentu Shengdong had already stepped onto the stage, at this moment he held a folding fan in his hand, gently patting his palm, full of confidence and an air of invincibility.

  Zhang Shan jumped onto the stage and stood still two zhang away from him.

  Shentu Shengdong's gaze fell on Zhangshan's face, and he suddenly smiled, lowering his voice: "Zhangshan, although you have always been against me, as long as you are willing to admit defeat and surrender to the Shentu family, I can let bygones be bygones."

  "Are you out of your mind? Now you're telling me this?" Zhang Shan said disdainfully.

  "The Situ family only regards you as a pawn, and when you lose, you will be discarded like trash. Now, if you are clever, surrender to my family and hand over that cheap woman Wu Xueyue, and you might still have a way out."

  He coldly sneered: "The Shentu family has been passed down for a thousand years, it's not something that you, an insignificant ant, can contend with."

  Zhang Shan sneered and said, "Don't bother using this kind of psychological warfare tactic, your acting skills are terrible, and you're not even clever, a three-year-old kid wouldn't be fooled by you, so just give up."

  Shentu Shengdong's smile disappeared, his eyes turned fierce: "If you don't drink the toast, you'll be punished with a penalty drink. Hmph, don't think that just because I can't kill you in the arena, you're safe. After I defeat you and get the entry quota, I'll slowly toy with you to death."

  "When the time comes, Wu Xueyue that cheap woman and your mother, Ben will not let either of them go, after playing with them, they will all be sold to a brothel." He licked his lips and smiled slyly.

  Zhang Shan's face was as calm as an ancient well, not a ripple on the surface. He didn't say a word, but his eyes gleamed with a dangerous light: "Fool, less nonsense, let the horse come over and that's it."

  "Fine, fine, let me see what kind of trash dares to oppose the Shentu family."

  Shen Tu Sheng Dong coldly shouted, his body flashed, and in an instant he floated to Zhang Shan's face.

  With a whooshing sound, the folding fan in his hand opened up, and he saw the true yuan flowing on the surface of the fan, wiping towards Zhang Shan's neck.

  Zhang Shan's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly realized that this folding fan should be made of some kind of fine gold, with a faintly cold aura, and it must be extremely sharp.

  "I thought this guy was just showing off with a fan, but it turns out he's actually got a pretty good weapon."

  With a thought in his mind, Zhang Shan took a wrong step back and countered with a palm strike.

  Shen Tu Sheng Dong let out a cold hum, his figure flashing by like a wisp of smoke on the palm wind. He raised his wrist, and the edge of the folding fan emitted a "chi" sound as it shot out a crescent-shaped aura that broke through the air and chopped towards Zhang Shan.

  Lingwu realm martial artists can release their true energy externally, releasing a powerful aura that can harm people. After the second heavy Lingwu realm, the aura can even leave the weapon and break through the air to harm people. As the boundary is promoted, the attack distance will become farther and farther.

  The Lingwu Double Heavy Gas Attack distance is about three feet, and the Lingwu Triple Heavy Gas can reach one zhang (about 3.3 meters) away from the body.

  "Hmm..."

  Zhang Shan threw a punch, and it was as if a tangible aura had intersected in mid-air, bursting open and flying wildly in all directions.

  "With just your Second-Order Lingwu Realm, you dare block my way? Watch as I fly a kite to death with you."

  Shen Sheng Dong's face flashed with disdain, and he pulled away from Zhang Shan, surrounding him with a sudden change in position. His wrist shook, and the folding fan flew out, with wave after wave of air blades attacking Zhang Shan like a stormy rain.

  Zhang Shan unfolded the Divine Movement Hundred Transformation Technique, and amidst these auras, he traversed through them, his fists occasionally bursting out to shatter those flying crescent-shaped auras that came his way, pressing in on Shen Tu Sheng from all directions.

  He is currently suppressing his strength, only using the realm of Lingwu to fight against the enemy. Although his fist can only reach three feet in front of him, Shentu Shengdong's fan can also only attack up to six feet in front of him, and he was defeated one after another.

  However, judging from the current situation, he is far from reaching Shentu Shengdong, who is one zhang away.

  "If this continues, Shentu's victory is a foregone conclusion. Zhang Shan can't hit him and can only passively take the beating. The true yuan of the third realm is far beyond what the second realm can compare to. If this continues, Zhang Shan will undoubtedly lose."

  "It's obvious that it's not going to be easy for Zhang Shan to win by skipping levels, the question is how long he can hold on."

  "Haha, in the previous match, I lost a few games to that kid Zhang Shan. This time, I'm betting everything on Shen Tui Sheng Dong, although the odds are a bit unfavorable, but I should be able to break even."

  The crowd under the stage had already begun to determine that Zhang Shan was going to lose, and some gamblers who had bet a lot of money on Shen Tuv winning began to get excited.

  Half an hour later, Zhang Shan was calm and composed, without any signs of exhaustion, still continuously breaking through the incoming aura attacks, steadfastly trying to get closer to Shen Tusheng Dong.

  A strange scene appeared on the field, Shentu Shengdong, who had a clear advantage in terms of territory, was forced to run around the entire court.

  Although he knew he had the upper hand, Shen Tusi's face was also unable to hold on after flying a kite for so long.

  "If it weren't for Lao Zu making me cautious, I'd use the most stable method to exhaust him to death. Otherwise, I really want to go up and finish off this trash with a big move."

  Shen Tu Sheng Dong was secretly resentful in his heart, feeling that if things continued like this, he would lose face in front of the supervisor.

  "How much longer can you hold on!"

  He snorted coldly, his true yuan accelerating its circulation, his aura surging upwards, the power of the air blast suddenly increasing.

  Zhang Shan's eyes flashed, and his footsteps stopped, no longer trying to get close to his opponent. His body was nailed to the spot, focusing on dissolving the relentless crescent-shaped air blades that kept coming at him.

  Half a time later, Zhang Shan still showed no signs of exhaustion of his true yuan, but the defensive circle had shrunk to just three feet in front of him, and his face still looked tired.

  Shentu Shengdong could no longer bear it, being a realm higher than his opponent, yet he had used an entire hour and still hadn't taken down this match. If word got out, people would laugh their teeth off.

  "This kid doesn't look like he's going to make it, let me, Ben Shao, unleash my divine power and finish him off in one move."

  Shentu Shengdong made up his mind and suddenly reached the peak, flashing towards Zhangshan like lightning.

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