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Chapter 280: Unexpected Challenge
"Sun Zhe, is Sun Zhe here?"
"Sun Zhe, where are you?"
Just as Sun Zhe and Xing were talking, a sudden commotion erupted outside the Training Ground. The noise traveled to where Sun Zhe and Xing were, causing both of them to furrow their brows and look in the direction of the disturbance.
A crowd was pushing their way toward them, and the guards responsible for protecting the hall were trying to block them, but they still couldn't stop the group from advancing.
"Xin Xiang, what is going on?" Xing asked coldly, directing his question at the Captain of the Guard. At this moment, Sun Zhe also turned his gaze toward the Captain of the Guard, knowing that this person was a War General under Xing's command and responsible for the security of Duan Mountain.
"Reporting to you, my lord, it is Young Master Yuan Rong..." At this point, Xin Xiang's face showed some difficulty as he pointed to a young man leading the group. If it were an ordinary person, he would not let them in, but this young man's identity was somewhat special.
At that moment, the powerful guards behind him made way, and a noisy group of War Clan youths entered the Training Ground. Counting them revealed nearly a thousand people, with the leader being Young Master Yuan Rong, a particularly strong and robust youth from the War Clan.
"Yuan Rong, what do you want to do?"
Looking at the young man standing in front of everyone, Xing frowned slightly and asked coldly. This young man named Yuan Rong was none other than his most favored disciple.
"Master, Yuan Rong has no other intentions. We heard that this foreigner obtained Blood of the War Ancestor from the Ancestral Hall and even cultivated the Supreme Battle Body unique to War Ancestors. Therefore, we are all unconvinced!" Yuan Rong was straightforward and did not hide his intentions; he directly expressed his thoughts.
"Yes, Young Master Yuan Rong is right. Young Master Yuan Rong is a rare talent in our War Clan for a hundred years. He has not fused with Blood of the War Ancestor; how can this foreigner obtain it?"
"Exactly! Blood of the War Ancestor is our War Clan's supreme treasure. The Ancestral Hall has not granted Blood of the War Ancestor for nearly a hundred years. He just arrived in our War Clan territory without any achievements; why should he receive such a great reward? Although we do not aspire to obtain that supreme Blood of the War Ancestor, such an arrangement is hard for us to accept!"
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As soon as Yuan Rong finished speaking, those behind him began to shout. Most of these were outstanding youths from the younger generation of the War Clan, but none had received Blood of the War Ancestor. Even the most outstanding Yuan Rong had not received it. Xing had once sought it from the Ancestral Hall for Yuan Rong but was still rejected by the Elder Council. Now that Blood of the War Ancestor was granted to a foreign youth, how could they be convinced?
Hearing this uproar, Sun Zhe understood that these people were coming for him. The War Clan had countless members, yet no one had been granted Blood of the War Ancestor for a century. At this moment, Sun Zhe realized how precious this drop of Blood of the War Ancestor was. He also understood that Chiyou must have paid a considerable price to obtain it for him.
"Brother Chiyou..."
Sun Zhe's eyes flickered with gratitude; he didn't expect his benefactor would go through so much for him.
"Foreigner, our War Clan has always stood tall. I don't know how you obtained Blood of the War Ancestor, but I, Yuan Rong, am unconvinced. I won't bully you; I will fight you with half my strength. As long as you can defeat me in one or two moves, I will have nothing to say and will avoid you in the future. But if you cannot defeat me, I won't force you to give up Blood of the War Ancestor; you just need to accompany me to the Ancestral Hall once. Do you dare to accept this challenge?"
"Dare to accept the challenge???"
Yuan Rong's eyes opened wide, staring intently at Sun Zhe in the center of the square. His rough voice instantly echoed throughout the entire plaza, and as the gusts of wind howled, the coarse cloth of his clothing rustled, while his slightly curled brown hair danced wildly. A stream of earthy yellow light surged from his towering body, and a terrifying aura slowly rose.
"Yuan Rong, Sun Zhe's Blood of the War Ancestor was granted by the Elder Council. He is now one of us in the War Clan. This matter needs no further discussion; you all should withdraw immediately!" Xing's gaze turned cold as he stepped forward, standing in front of everyone. The terrifying aura pressed forward like a tidal wave.
"Poof..."
The people standing at the front involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood, and nearly a thousand individuals staggered backward in unison. Their faces changed dramatically, filled with fear. It was important to note that this was merely an aura; if it were divine power or Divine Consciousness, how would they fare? Perhaps very few would still be able to stand here.
At this moment, everyone recalled that the figure before them was not some benign believer but rather the supreme war god renowned for his ferocity within the War Clan. Even among them, he did not regard ordinary war gods with any respect.
Under this pressure of aura, even Yuan Rong, whose strength was nearly at the Holy Rank, turned slightly pale. However, unlike others, he did not retreat an inch. His large eyes remained fixed on Sun Zhe, and his stubborn gaze indicated his indomitable will—he was clearly stating that he would not yield!
"Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Xing's gaze grew colder as he spoke icily. Within his terrifying aura, a thick Killing Intent began to manifest slowly. War God Xing had killed countless foes throughout his life; many powerful beings had fallen at his hands. In the entire War Clan, aside from the infamous Fierce God Chi You, few could compare with his Killing Intent—even those whose strength was on par with his, like Xuanming, could not!
"I refuse to submit!"
The violent aura grew stronger and stronger, swirling into gray energy storms across the square. Yet before this storm, Yuan Rong still did not retreat an inch. Gritting his teeth tightly, he pronounced four words deliberately. As he spoke, a line of crimson blood involuntarily trickled from the corner of his mouth, but there was no change in the expression of his black eyes.
"You..." Xing's anger flared as his massive right hand shot up instantly, an unimaginable terrifying aura spreading forth; this time, he was truly enraged!
"Senior Xing, please show mercy!"
At that moment, Sun Zhe flashed forward and appeared before Xing, immediately raising his voice to shout, "Senior Xing, as far as I know, there has always been a tradition within the War Clan: unless there is an obvious case of strong bullying weak, challenges among those of equal rank cannot be refused; otherwise, one will be deemed a coward and will bring shame upon their entire clan. Is that not so?"
"That's correct; but what does that matter?" Xing's gaze remained icy cold; even facing Sun Zhe did not change it in the slightest. However, his raised right hand slowly lowered.
"That's right! Now that I am also one of the War Clan members and since Yuan Rong has challenged me, how can I avoid battle? Otherwise, would I not be seen as weak and incapable?" Sun Zhe calmly looked at the imposing Xing and spoke each word deliberately.
"This..." Xing furrowed his brow. There indeed was such a tradition within the War Clan; as elders, they could not obstruct such challenges.
Before Xing could respond, Sun Zhe turned to face Yuan Rong—the arrogant figure standing firm—and said,
"Yuan Rong, I do not require you to use only half your strength; you may use all your power to fight me. If I lose, I will follow your wishes and accompany you to the Ancestral Hall. But if you lose, you need not avoid me in the future; you only need to acknowledge my identity as a member of the War Clan. Do you dare to accept this challenge?"
Standing before the execution, Sun Zhe, dressed in coarse cloth, quietly watched Yuan Rong. However, his jet black eyes sparkled with overwhelming battle intent. He could see that Yuan Rong was just one step away from reaching Holy Rank. As for his own cultivation level, he understood it well; he had just entered Emperor Level. The gap in their cultivation levels was not insignificant, but so what!
Since Sun Zhe began his cultivation journey, although he couldn't be called a seasoned warrior, he had experienced numerous battles, most of which were against stronger opponents. Now that he had achieved the Supreme Battle Body, he felt no hesitation in fighting. He was confident in his ability to battle. With the Blood of the War Ancestor coursing through him, he possessed an innate sense of magnificent battle intent.
The brilliant Star Point in his left eye began to spin rapidly, and a piercing light burst forth from his gaze. Silver energy instantly transformed into a violent Thunder Power. Sun Zhe's entire body was enveloped by countless Thunder Lights, standing coldly there like an Ancient Thunder War God, radiating with pride. In a flash, the Purple Thunder Domain expanded instantly!
"Let’s fight!"
As these two words left his mouth, they echoed like countless reverberations throughout the square. The dense battle intent surged into the sky, causing even the Void's clouds to disperse instantly, with blinding sunlight shining directly upon the square.
"Fight!"
With a roar, Yuan Rong's eyes filled with soaring battle intent. His clothes exploded apart, revealing bulging muscles and an incredibly robust physique. Following this, a yellow energy Cyclone spiraled up from Yuan Rong's body, transforming into a giant dragon that coiled above his head.
Energy manifestation! This was precisely the energy form possessed only by Saint-Level Experts. Although Yuan Rong had not yet reached Holy Rank, his strength was already comparable to some Saint-Level Experts.
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