Chapter Thirty-Seven: Chaos

  Today's second update~~~~~

  In the midst of the fog, rays of light flashed, causing Liu Qingxue's heart to be shocked. She emerged from the "Qing Yi Men" with not much powerful strength, and wherever she passed by, she would unexpectedly use her "Huan Xin Shu" (Fantasy Heart Technique) and then launch a sneak attack.

  She is also a woman, and with her delicate and moving appearance, I see that she is even more pitiful. The "Fantasy Heart Technique" she uses is extremely easy to confuse people.

  But Zhang Chong didn't know what material it was made of, and for this move, not only was she completely immune, but also countered with the same method, which was a situation she had never encountered before.

  At this moment, after one move didn't hit, the five Zhang Rong's clones had already made her extremely surprised. And now, in front of her, several paper charms were clearly released at the same time with powerful force.

  The "Maze Seal" enveloped the scenery around her body in layers, making it impossible for her to determine the direction. The "Surging Golden Seal", which emitted a radiant light like the sun, also gave her a feeling of tension throughout her entire body.

  Her long whip was like a snake, and it had already been withdrawn again, protecting her own body.

  At this moment, a rope-like object quietly wrapped itself around her from behind.

  Dragon's Claw

  When the dragon rope touched Liu Qingxue's body, she immediately felt a sense of danger and swung her long whip to entangle the dragon rope. However, the soft whip was unable to block the dragon rope's entanglement, and in just an instant, the dragon rope had wrapped itself around Liu Qingxue's body.

  At the same time, behind her back was Zhang Chong's true self. Seeing that Liu Qingxue was caught off guard, he took advantage of the momentary lapse and kicked her out with a swift kick.

  "Ah~~~" With a cry of surprise, Liu Qingxue's strength was almost not exerted to one tenth, and she had no half point of her previous coquetry, but instead flew forward with an extremely wretched posture.

  And her two hands were bound by dragon rope and her own long whip, for the time being, she couldn't untie them.

  In front of her, the powerful warrior standing there gazed at this descending figure, and with his heart racing, he gulped down a mouthful of saliva. Unexpectedly, he didn't think to make a move, but instead stepped forward, wanting to catch Liu Qingxue's body.

  "Bang~~~" The person next to him, however, was not ambiguous at all. Taking advantage of his distraction, he kicked him to the ground in one swift motion. Among the dozen or so strong men in this area, a chaotic battle had already begun.

  Liu Qingxue's cry of surprise, however, made it impossible for many people to focus, and although they were in the midst of a fierce battle, their eyes would occasionally glance over.

  All of this happened in just two breaths. The chaotic scene caused even the observing Shen Elder to shake his head repeatedly.

  If it was the previous match that had filled his heart with hope for this Genius War, then this match would bring him back to reality.

  "This Refining Body stage disciple, named Zhang Chong, his movement skills are indeed very agile, even stronger than many Divine Power stage disciples. Moreover, not only that, but his mind is also very nimble." Ma Changlao smiled and watched the battle on the side while saying to Shen Changlao.

  "I've come to understand that you have high expectations for Zhang Chong, Windfall. It's said that he might be the reincarnation of the Xuan Di Demon Body." Old Man Lu suddenly spoke up from beside him.

  "Oh, Xuan Di Mo Ti, is that the number one ranked demonic body? Is there still someone practicing it?" Elder Shen asked in surprise.

  "It's precisely the Xuan Di Devil Body. Look at Zhang Chong's body, his devilish powers are almost non-existent, he should have a natural talent for cultivation." Elder Lu said, pointing to Zhang Chong on the stage.

  "To cultivate the Xuan Di Demon Body, talent alone is not enough, one also needs great opportunities and perseverance. I see that this young man has a somewhat flighty and impatient temperament, not quite suitable for steady cultivation." Old Man Ma also joined in on the conversation.

  "That Changsheng Gate is a branch of the Demon King Sect, will the Demon King Sect directly take Zhang Chong into the sect?" This sentence was asked by Elder Shen to Elder Lu.

  Lu Zhanglao was indeed the Guardian Elder of the Demon King Sect. He stroked his beard and smiled,

  "This sect doesn't have any special methods, but will give some extra resources to those who are eager to learn. The Xuan Di Demon Body is a rare talent that only appears once in a hundred years, but even then, it's been thousands of years since someone has successfully cultivated it. Young disciples need to go through more trials and tribulations, besides, the Demon King Sect doesn't want useless disciples either."

  However, if he were to become a standout in the Longevity Gate, then it wouldn't be too late for him to enter the Demon King Sect again. As for other sects, there's no need to think too much about them."

  Lu Zhanglao's words, although said with a smile, were understood by Shen Zhanglao and Ma Zhanglao. The disciples of the Changsheng Gate, though temporarily not yet at the level of entering the Demon King Sect, could only become disciples of the Demon King Sect in the end.

  However, this is also the unified attitude of various schools and factions towards disciples with potential. Large schools will often give rise to many branches in each realm, which are like fish ponds that neither cause the quality of disciples to be uneven nor can they continuously send strong and accomplished disciples to the school, and it is absolutely not allowed for them to be poached by other large schools.

  "That's natural, that's natural." Old Ma chuckled and pulled the topic back to the competition arena.

  Zhang Zhongxin was carefree and didn't have any worries. The paper symbols he had researched earlier were all thrown away by him. His body was like a loach, but instead of going to places with fewer people or emptier spaces, he would run towards where there were more people and chaos.

  In the chaos of battle, everyone was fighting with all their might against the enemy in front of them and didn't have any spare energy to turn around and deal with Zhang Chong.

  There were a few who wanted to pursue Zhang Chong, following behind him, but they didn't expect that after following him into the crowd, they would be mistaken for the target of attack and be intercepted.

  What a chaotic battle, causing the truly powerful dozens among these thousands to retreat from the center of the battlefield and scatter to the edges.

  Fang Hongjin held a giant ghost-headed knife, he was nine feet tall, his muscles bulging all over his body, and he was a strong man of the fifth rank of divine power. At this moment, he stood there leisurely, but no one dared to provoke him.

  He looked at Zhang Chong's constantly sprinting figure and chuckled.

  "This little guy is cunning and quick-witted, he's no good at fighting, but he can run away very fast."

  Time flies, and half a time has passed in the blink of an eye. The chaotic battle on the field is still going on. However, the strength of the strong and weak is extremely clear. Nearly fifty people standing at the edge of the trial field are all powerful players who have a grasp on promotion. Around them, either they were knocked out of the field or no one dared to approach, in the end, there was no one by their side.

  Fang Hongjin looked around the scene, his strength was almost the strongest among them, and there were nearly four hundred people left on the scene. At this time, he also said loudly,

  "It's getting late, let's settle this battle quickly and stop making a spectacle of ourselves in front of others."

  Having said this, he took the lead, holding a big knife and charging towards a group of people fighting not far away from him.

  His large knife swung in the wind, his nine-foot-tall stature making him seem like a god of war. With just one swing, two miserable cries were heard, and instantly two people were knocked out of the arena by this single blow.

  The crowd became even more chaotic, and Fang Hongjin didn't stop at all after his first strike. His large knife danced in the air like a wheel, emitting a sound that was almost like a ghostly wail. The knife had not yet arrived, but the sound was already heard, causing no one in this group of people to be able to block his one knife.

  Zhang Chong was among the crowd, he had originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to hide his figure, but as the number of people decreased, he found it increasingly difficult to conceal himself. Fang Hongjin's large knife, however, carried an endless aura and chopped towards him.

  Seeing that he couldn't match his opponent's strength, his "Shén Xíng Bǎi Biàn" was also brought to its extreme, trying to dodge Fang Hongjin's pursuit.

  "No one can escape the Ghost Demon Knife." Fang Hongjin said loudly, and without seeing him make any movements or changes, the Ghost Demon Knife had already stretched out several feet in mid-air and was once again chopping down towards Zhang Chong's face.

  "Not good~~" Zhang Chong saw the critical situation and without thinking, the four Fireball Talismans in his hand shot out. He knew that these fireballs couldn't defeat Fang Hongjin, but he just hoped to delay for some time, so that he could escape from being pursued and killed.

  "Feng Hong let out a loud roar, and the power of this one voice was enough to change the trajectory of the four fireballs, which brushed past his body as they flew away."

  That ghostly demonic knife was once again closing in on Zhang Chong's head.