The training field in the Family Zhong was much larger than that in the Qingyuan School. Zhang Yan and Mo Ning were surrounded in the center by the others who held great expectations for the deadly fight between them two.
Mo Ning uttered with arrogance, "I just wanted to capture you for the Elder Feng, but didn't expect you to look for death! By the way, I should thank you for foiling my powerful strength and unique talent!"
Zhang Yan responded coldly, "Don't be that confident! Do you really think I can't defeat you? But you should thank me, because I am about to remove you from this evil world, giving you a forever peace! As for the Elder Feng, I will send him to be with you also, after I get done with my affairs here!"
"Haha!" Mo Ning laughed out loud, covering his stomach and pointing to Zhang Yan, "What a joke! You didn't change, still ignorant and arrogant!"
"Arrogant? I am just telling the truth, as I always do! I see you as a dog, easy to be zapped!"
Mo Ning was irritated, "Give me your life!" He fetched out his sword and mobilized his spiritual energy on it. All of a sudden, a layer of frost wrapped the sword, which drove the temperature around to drop a lot.
He displayed the Tricks for Frost Sword, his unique skill at the beginning, and rushed toward Zhang Yan, trying to earn popularity of the audience within one stroke.
Unexpected, everyone was nodding, indicating their approval. Someone among them sighed, "I didn't expect there to be such a gifted disciple in the small Qingming School! His cultivation can't be low, perhaps at the fourth level of Martial Arts Stage."
"Right! The sword attack from him is full of power and it seems that Zhang Yan is going to be killed within one stroke."
However, Zhang Yan took out his stone sword confidently and stood still, waiting for the sword of Mo Ning.
A voice sounded, "His ability to move was robbed by fear, wasn't it?"
"Yes! And look at his stone sword! So shabby!"
Mo Ning's sword reached Zhang Yan at this time. But Zhang Yan suddenly displayed the Qingyun Step to extreme to move away and numerous beams of sword gas, meanwhile, emerged in the air, charging forward to Mo Ning agilely from all the directions－it was Zhang Yan's Tricks for Qingyuan Sword.
The skill shocked all the people around, "Amazingly powerful! It should be a Tian-level martial art, isn't it?"
"Yes! It's rarely to see such a young-aged warrior who possesses the capability of understanding the Tian-level martial arts so thoroughly!"
For warriors, the more high-level the martial art, the harder to master it. Most of the Martial-arts-level warriors were practicing Di-level skills at present, because the Tian-level ones required the warriors' great talents on martial arts. Therefore, everyone was startled by Zhang Yan.
Mo Ning couldn't believe his eyes at all－how could Zhang Yan dodge his unique skill so easily! What's more, the sword gas from Zhang Yan made him smell a deadly threat. He began to mobilize all his spiritual energy to resist Zhang Yan's attack, thus the temperature became lower and the icy sword gas started to swirl around Mo Ning.
The numerous sword gas from Zhang Yan, however, abruptly gathered together to form a huge beam, dashing toward Mo Ning. Mo Ning waved his sword to resist it, but his sword was broken into pieces at the moment of collision. The huge beam, whereas, continued to rush toward Mo Ning
Fears and unbelieving message filled up his eyes and he could only create a spiritual shield to protect himself, thus he started to assemble his spiritual energy in front of him wildly.
But compared with Zhang Yan, his spiritual energy was too fragile so that the shield was crushed in a second. In the next, he was cut into two pieces as well and blood immediately flooded out, immersing his body.
Zhang Yan indifferently withdrew his stone sword, saying faintly, "I've told you, I see you as a dog!"