The Nine Cauldrons

Book 4 Chapter 7 The Direction of the Spear

Hu! Hu!

Gusts of strong wind blew across the drill ground and the sky was increasingly turning darker. However, the atmosphere on the drill ground was even more suffocating than that of the gloomy weather.

“Brother, be careful!” Teng Qingshan, Teng Qinghu, Zhuge Yun, and company had gathered together. A faint smile appeared on the face of Teng Qingshan as he nodded. Thereafter, with the Qing Gong 《Crossing Worlds》, he gracefully flew above the crowd as if a gust of green smoke. With two taps on the heads of two disciples of the Gui Yuan Sect, he landed in the arena.

“Martial Uncle!” Teng Qingshan smiled and greeted Pang Shan!

“Good Qing Gong!” Pang Shan praised as his eyes lit up.

The arena had a height of four chi, a width of ten zhang, and was made from a layer of bluish gray rock. At that moment, there was only Teng Qingshan and Pang Shan on the vast arena. Teng Qingshan took a glance down and was full of emotion when he saw Zang Feng in the distance, wearing a suit of black!

Zang Feng held on to a saber and lifted his head as he looked at Teng Qingshan coldly.

“Hu!” The figure suddenly lifted himself off the ground and, as if a beam of light, within a few flashes, he passed through twenty-odd zhang and entered the arena.

“Commander Zang Feng!”

“Martial Brother Zang Feng!”

……

Following the scattered cheers was an overwhelming cheer of support. There were those from the Black Armored Army, as well as those from the core disciples of the Gui Yuan Sect. All these years, there were many who were convinced by Zang Feng’s abilities and were supportive of him.

“Commander Teng!”

“Teng Qingshan!”

……

Many from the Black Armored Army started to holler, and the men from the battalion under Teng Qingshan were especially loud. Teng Qinghu shouted with till his face was grim. Teng Qingshan was from the First Division, so naturally the men from the First Division would be supportive of him. Similarly, those from the Third Division would be supportive of Zang Feng.

The men from the Second and Fourth Division also followed and shouted.

In just that instant!

The whole drill ground was bustling and the shouts circled the area as if a hurricane with the arena being the eye of the storm. Teng Qingshan was wearing a opal suit and grasped his silvery-grey Reincarnation Spear in his hand while Zang Feng was wearing a suit of black and was similarly holding onto his godly weapon.

Standing in the middle of the arena, Pang Shan spoke out.

“This is an arena competition. If one steps out of the ring or admits defeat, it would be their loss. In a contest, blades and spears do not have eyes, but if one were to kill the other party on purpose, the penalty would be death!” Pang Shan’s loud voice spread across the whole drill ground and the shouts in the drill ground immediately turned into silence.

Pang Shan turned his head and looked far into the distance where the Sovereign ‘Zhuge Yuanhong’ was seated on the high platform with a company. Zhuge Yuanhong nodded at him.

“Teng Qingshan, Zang Feng, you may begin!” Pang Shan said, as he turned and leapt down from the arena.

There were only two people left in the arena —

Teng Qingshan! Zang Feng!

“Martial Brother Zang Feng, kindly please enlightenment me!” Teng Qingshan cupped his hands.

“Please!” Zang Feng also cupped his hands coldly.

……

There was not a single strand of noise on the drill ground, and on the heightened platform at the side of the drill ground, there were three seated on chairs. It was the Sovereign ‘Zhuge Yuanhong’ and the two Law Enforcing Elders.

“Sovereign, look at Zang Feng. This kid is displaying his full ability. Even if there are over ten thousand warriors staring at him, there is no hesitation in his eyes at all. Standing atop the arena, he is like a sharp blade. Just looking at his temperament alone, it is hard to find someone from the younger generation with such firm will as his. Compared to the last time I saw him battling with Ji Hong, he has improved a lot.” The white-haired Law Enforcing Elder spoke out.

The Sovereign smiled and nodded his head.

The cool, middle-aged man beside him said, “Martial Uncle! That Teng Qingshan’s gaze is reserved and motionless like a mountain! Standing there with the spear in his hand, he is not affected at all. At such an age, this is rare, truly rare!”

“Martial Uncle and Martial Granduncle. Which of the two do you think will win this battle?” Zhuge Yuanhong smiled as he looked towards the arena.