Chapter 12 Greetings, Guest Elder Su!
“Mr. Su, are you serious about this?”
Zhang Fei’ang stared intently at Su Xiaobai, his tone icy.
“Guest Elder Su, you might have just entered the ranks of quasi-warriors and may not fully understand the gap between a quasi-warrior and a warrior.” Zhang Henglong interjected.
“Though there’s only a single character’s difference between the two, the disparity in strength is like a chasm!”
“Guest Elder Su, you might want to reconsider.”
Zhang Henglong wasn’t sure how Su Xiaobai, with his supposedly lowest-level aptitude, managed to become an advanced quasi-warrior at just 17 years old. However, he did know that Su Xiaobai was worth investing in—a promising talent for the future. If nurtured by the Zhang family, Su Xiaobai could bring immense benefits. Thus, Zhang Henglong extended a way out to save Su Xiaobai from potential embarrassment.
“I understand what you’re saying!”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got this.”
Su Xiaobai smiled lightly. “And since I am to be the family’s Guest Elder, I must have the strength to match that title, don’t I?”
“Very well!” Zhang Fei’ang bellowed. Suddenly, an overwhelming and oppressive aura radiated from him—a unique characteristic of warriors.
It was an invisible force, like the sensation of standing before a tiger. Even at a distance, the ferocious aura could make one’s heart tremble. The crowd’s focus immediately shifted to the two individuals in the arena, their curiosity piqued.
How could Su Xiaobai, a mere quasi-warrior, possibly contend against an established warrior like Zhang Fei’ang?
Seeing this, Zhang Henglong refrained from stopping the match.
“Mr. Su, as an advanced quasi-warrior, there’s a significant level gap between us. I’ll hold back slightly!”
“If you can hold your ground against me for ten rounds, you’ll be the winner!” Zhang Fei’ang declared loudly.
The gap between a warrior and a quasi-warrior was like that between a lion and a rabbit. To last ten rounds would be an extraordinary feat, earning Su Xiaobai at least some degree of respect.
“Ten rounds? Sounds fair!”
If someone intended to show off, Su Xiaobai had no problem letting them shine for a moment.
“All right, I’m starting now!”
“Bring it on!” Zhang Fei’ang assumed a defensive stance.
A breeze stirred, ruffling Su Xiaobai’s clothing. Smiling faintly, he whispered:
“Soaring Sky Transformation!”
In the blink of an eye, Su Xiaobai’s figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring, surging toward Zhang Fei’ang with astonishing speed.
Zhang Fei’ang’s pupils constricted in shock.
Zhang Henglong, Zhang Hengde, and the other Zhang family members, including the onlooking warriors, were all wide-eyed with disbelief.
In an instant, Su Xiaobai’s body glowed with a faint golden hue, resembling a shimmering Buddha statue. His skin became incredibly tough, and his leg unleashed explosive power.
Zhang Fei’ang reacted quickly, raising his arms in defense, but he was still sent flying across the room. His body smashed against the wall, creating a shallow crater lined with web-like cracks.
“Micro-level mastery!”
“He’s mastered both Soaring Sky Transformation and Diamond Body at the micro-level!”
“This is absurd! How does a quasi-warrior grasp two micro-level techniques?!”
Everyone who witnessed this scene stared with their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost, and exclaimed in disbelief!
It’s enough to reach the advanced level of a quasi-warrior at the age of seventeen.
He actually mastered two Micro-Level techniques!
What is the concept of Micro-Level?
Even if it’s an entry-level technique, a quasi-warrior may not be able to enter the primary stage after practicing it for a year or two… let alone Micro Level technique!
For a quasi-warrior, the Micro Level technique is like a heavenly book. Even if you are given several years, you may not be able to reach the beginner stage.
However, Su Xiaobai actually successfully practiced the Micro Level technique as a quasi-warrior… and mastered two at the same time!
Zhang Hengxing was stunned.
He didn’t know how to describe the MMP* in his heart.
[*MMP is a chinese slang which means ‘Son of a a B*tch’]
It’s okay that your cultivation speed is abnormal.
It’s ok to admit that you have the talent for cultivation, right?
But what about mastering two micro-level techniques? !
Micro… This is micro-level!
Even if I am given 5 years to successfully comprehend two micro-level techniques at the quasi-warrior stage, he still needs to reach the beginner stage…
Zhang Hengxing had no confidence at all!
“A genius! A true genius!” Zhang Henglong exclaimed, his eyes alight with excitement.
“I’m not convinced!” Zhang Fei’ang roared.
“Rainbow Demon Strength!”
Instantly, Zhang Feiang mobilized all his spiritual energy and gathered it all on his fist!
Rainbow Demon Power was an entry-level body-strengthening technique.
However, unlike strengthening the outer body, it strengthens the internal spiritual energy.
Zhang Feiang rushed forward, and with his fist full of rich spiritual energy, he fiercely blasted towards Su Xiaobai!
“You’re too slow.” Su Xiaobai shook his head.
With his mastery of Soaring Sky Transformation, Zhang Fei’ang’s movements were no different than slow motion in Su Xiaobai’s eyes. Casually, Su Xiaobai reached out and caught Zhang Fei’ang’s fist. The immense force, meant to shatter bones, dissipated harmlessly as it reached Su Xiaobai’s body, reinforced by the Diamond Body technique.
The hall fell silent.
At this moment, the whole audience was silent.
You can almost clearly hear the sound of many warriors sucking in cold air.
Everyone was so shocked that they couldn’t speak!
Zhang Feiang was also shocked and horrified, and then gradually turned into depression… because he found that Su Xiaobai’s palm was like an iron clamp, and he couldn’t even pull out his fist.
The difference in strength between the two sides was too big!
Su Xiaobai didn’t use his full strength on him at all!
“Want to keep going?” Su Xiaobai asked with a smile.
“I… I concede.” Zhang Fei’ang admitted, his voice trembling.
He had lost. Utterly. Despite his earlier bravado about Su Xiaobai surviving ten rounds, the reality was that he couldn’t even last one.
The atmosphere was electrifying as Zhang Henglong stood up and declared:
“Everyone, join me in welcoming Guest Elder Su!”
Immediately, the Zhang family members rose to their feet, bowing in unison:
“Greetings, Guest Elder Su!”