Chapter 119
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Chapter 119: One Against a Generation
Liu Feijue also sent a message to Zhang Yang, bluntly stating that after the battle, he intended to reserve all the taverns in Mo City and treat the entire city to drinks in celebration of Zhang Yang’s defeat.
To Zhang Yang’s surprise, Long Luanshen and Qiu Yuwan remained unusually quiet.
Yi Ren Zui also sent a messenger, conveying her belief that Zhang Yang, the Con Artist, had a good chance of winning. She had placed a bet against Qiu Yuwan, hoping for a strong performance from him.
"Con Artist! Con Artist! Con Artist!"
"Sister, my reputation is ruined! It’s so unfair!" Zhang Yang lamented.
Xue Feishuang chuckled and said, "If you win this battle, people will forget everything and only remember your unparalleled brilliance."
After Noon
Zhang Yang set off for the Blackstone Arena.
Accompanying him were Xue Feishuang, Yuluan, and eleven war statues.
The rest remained at the Mo Family Estate to prevent any disturbances and to protect Jia Tianhe.
On the way, they encountered Liu Feikong, who had been waiting.
"Brother Zhang, this battle is yours to win!" Liu Feikong’s eyes gleamed with determination.
However, Zhang Yang knew that Liu Feikong was actually scheming to deceive others. This time, Zhang Yang didn’t get angry; instead, a cold smile formed on his lips. In this battle, he would make the world understand that his fame was built on sheer strength.
The battle in the Vast Forest had not been enough.
The massacre of the Mo family had still not been enough.
This time, it had to be enough!
The Blackstone Arena, capable of accommodating tens of thousands, was already packed to capacity. Even the VIP rooms with floor-to-ceiling windows were completely occupied.
Zhang Yang scanned the crowd and spotted Yi Ren Zui, Qiu Yuwan, Long Luanshen, Liu Feijue, and others.
At the center of the arena, the site of the crucial duel, a large group had gathered—at least seven hundred disciples from the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land. Hovering above them were four top experts of the Ascending to Heaven Realm, including Qiu Lingshui.
Zhang Yang didn’t recognize the other three.
From the deafening roars of the crowd, he learned their names.
The archer, carrying a bow and arrows, was Jian Wuying. He hailed from a prestigious family of archers in the Eastern Domain, a powerful lineage with a saint among them. No one knew why he had come to the Southern Region to become a disciple of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
The giant, Jin Dali, was the strongest of this generation from the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land. He possessed immense strength and formidable combat power. Additionally, he had trained in the sacred land’s secret soul power martial arts techniques. Not long ago, he had declared that he would use his soul power to defeat Zhang Yang, who primarily specialized in soul power combat.
The last one was Gao Fenglei, whose name reflected his abilities—he practiced the Wind and Thunder Secret Technique and excelled in speed.
All of them were in the Ascending to Heaven Realm.
Below them, the seven hundred disciples ranged from the third to the ninth level of the Touching Heaven Realm.
Judging by their realms alone, it was evident that the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land far surpassed the Great Xia Empire.
Among the ten rising stars of the Great Xia Empire, aside from the one who commanded the admiration of the other nine, most were only at the third, fourth, or fifth level of the Touching Heaven Realm. Compared to this assembly, they were less prominent. However, in terms of talent and potential, they were exceptional.
Zhang Yang surveyed the surroundings but failed to spot the legendary Son of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land—Jiang Chao.
Rumors claimed that Jiang Chao’s talent, potential, martial arts skills, and combat power far exceeded those of Qiu Lingshui, Gao Fenglei, Jin Dali, and Jian Wuying. Despite being the youngest and not yet surpassing their realms, he had already earned the title of the strongest among the new generation of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
“Qiu Lingshui, where is your Son?” Zhang Yang inquired.
Qiu Lingshui sneered. “You’re not worthy of our Son’s attention. We are more than enough to deal with you.”
“Can we drop this attitude? Every random person who shows up claims I’m unworthy, trying to make themselves seem superior. It just makes you look insecure,” Zhang Yang retorted, rolling his eyes. “Back in the Vast Forest, you were just as arrogant, yet I nearly defeated you.”
The reminder of her past defeat ignited Qiu Lingshui’s anger. She coldly commanded, “Enough of your nonsense! Cao Wenlong, step forward!”
Immediately, she called upon someone to fight.
Cao Wenlong, one of the seven hundred elite fighters, exuded a powerful aura and stood at the eighth level of the Touching Heaven Realm.
"Rest assured, Sister Qiu, I can handle him with ease," Cao Wenlong declared confidently.
As a genius of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, he carried an air of arrogance. He found this battle bothersome, believing it granted Zhang Yang too much respect. In his mind, it shouldn’t have been this complicated—any random disciple should have been able to defeat Zhang Yang with ease.
Of course, he had absolute confidence in his abilities.
He was aware of Zhang Yang’s terrifying combat power, but during the battle at Moonview Tower, Zhang Yang had only been at the Returning to Origin Realm. How much stronger could he have possibly become?
Even if Zhang Yang had deliberately concealed his true realm, could he really suppress his cultivation by four or five Minor Realms? Cao Wenlong found that idea absurd.
Thus, when called upon, he didn’t hesitate. He charged directly at Zhang Yang.
As Cao Wenlong lunged forward, Zhang Yang couldn’t help but admire the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land for its exceptional talent. Whether it was due to cultivation realms or sheer strength, their disciples were undeniably among the top rising stars of the Great Xia Empire.
However…
Zhang Yang remained still, a smile playing on his lips as Cao Wenlong closed in.
"Die!"
Cao Wenlong roared, his attack slicing through the air as he unleashed a powerful blow.
Smack!
Zhang Yang effortlessly slapped him away.
Cao Wenlong was sent flying over sixty meters. His face swelled like a pig’s head, blood and teeth spilling from his mouth as he crashed to the ground—completely unconscious.
The single strike sent waves of shock through the crowd.
Liu Feikong, in particular, was stunned. "Brother Zhang, with such strength, why did you even bother buying alchemical divine stones to con people?"
Zhang Yang shot him a fierce glare. This guy still dared to slander him at such a moment.
Irritated, he vented his frustration by casually swiping his hand, slapping away two more disciples who had rushed at him without being called.
Smack! Smack!
The strikes landed cleanly, leaving Zhang Yang with a sense of satisfaction.
At that moment, a calm yet powerful voice echoed through the arena.
"Although I don’t know exactly how you con people, it’s obvious that anyone bold enough to call themselves a ‘Con Artist’ must rely on tricks—perhaps some method to forcibly raise their combat power. But none of that matters. In the face of absolute strength, deception is meaningless."
It was Jin Dali, one of the Four Top Geniuses of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land.
Zhang Yang’s expression darkened. "You’re the con artist! Your whole family are con artists! I rely on true talent and skill—don’t you dare smear my name!"
Jin Dali smirked. "Ask anyone here—who doesn’t know you as ‘Zhang the Con Artist’?"
Zhang Yang glanced around.
And sure enough, the arena erupted in unified chants.
"Con Artist! Con Artist! Con Artist!"
At that moment, he knew—he had completely lost the chance to shake off this title.
Fury surged within him.
"So you’re Jin Dali, huh? You dare slander me? See if I don’t beat you to death!"
Jin Dali sneered. "Zhang the Con Artist, let’s see whose strength is greater!"
With that, he descended from the air, landing with a force that made the ground tremble.
Renowned for his mastery of soul power, Jin Dali had never met a rival among his peers. He took great pride in his strength and carried absolute confidence in his abilities.
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes. He could clearly sense that Jin Dali was at the first level of the Ascending to Heaven Realm.
In fact, among the Four Top Geniuses, the highest cultivation belonged to Qiu Lingshui, who had reached the second level of the Ascending to Heaven Realm.
It may not have sounded impressive at first, but in the Great Xia Empire, this was enough to qualify for title battles, where cultivators competed for noble ranks. Reaching such a level at their age was proof of extraordinary potential.
"Zhang the Con Artist, take my punch!" Jin Dali roared, launching himself forward.
Zhang Yang seethed.
How dare he slander me?! I’ll kill him!
And so, the two masters of soul power officially clashed.
