Without stopping, the two quickly left the city, passing through the suburbs, their speed and body techniques becoming faster and faster.
More than ten minutes later.
On a desolate rocky beach far from Citong.
Zhang Rongfang stopped and turned around.
"Old Zuo, I’ve already passed on the news of the Western Sect to you. What do you think?"
"Was it the young master who dealt with Hui Jue?" Zuo Han’s eyelids twitched slightly.
The person in front of him truly deserves to be from the lineage of the Moon King, acting without any scruples. Even against the rising experts of the Western Sect, he says kill, and he kills.
It seems that behind him, there might be experts from the second generation of the Moon King’s lineage.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so easy to kill Hui Jue.
One must know that besides a very few Extre Realm Grandmasters who have mastered special secret maps, other ordinary Grandmasters, even if they know the secret map, cannot kill Spiritual Veins.
The only ones who can quickly kill a Divine Martial Artist are those of the sa kind, Extre Realm Grandmasters.
"Hui Jue, he found out sothing, and I had no choice but to silence him." Zhang Rongfang sighed.
"It’s a pity... I originally didn’t want to kill anyone. Especially now, with the power of the Western Sect, killing one Kongxiang might not be enough, but adding another Hui Jue makes too much noise."
"The young master sees it very clearly. But this matter had to be done. Since it has been done, we should only consider the aftermath." Zuo Han said in a deep voice.
"What suggestions does Uncle Zuo have?" Zhang Rongfang raised his eyebrows and looked at him. If there was a better suggestion, he would naturally be willing to adopt it.
But now the problem is, he only has one path to take.
"With two Three Emptiness Spiritual Veins dead, the Western Sect will definitely not let it go. Later, even if Kongding can’t find anything, they will certainly send stronger figures to handle it.
But... all of this is based on the premise that the matter cannot be resolved."
Zuo Han hinted.
"Oh? Uncle Zuo ans there should be a resolution? ... I understand a bit." Zhang Rongfang instantly understood. "But where can we find such a scapegoat?"
"The Western Sect is now at odds with the Zhenyi Sect. Either, think of a way to lead it to the Zhenyi Sect. Or, think of a way to make the Western Sect not want to investigate further."
Zuo Han said calmly.
"You must know, the Western Sect is originally a force put together like scattered sand. Although every high monk of the True Buddha Temple is powerful, there are also many small groups within.
And the small group that Hui Jue and Kongding belong to is the one that truly wants to pursue it. The other small groups would never expend their own strength to investigate.
So..." He paused, looking into Zhang Rongfang’s eyes.
"So what?" Although Zhang Rongfang hadn’t heard the finish, he had already guessed what he might say next.
"So, as long as you completely deal with Hui Jue and Kongding’s small group, and let the Western Sect True Buddha Temple understand that if they continue to clash, they will only suffer losses themselves, the remaining small groups will not be willing to send people to solve it.
Then, the final result will be that the True Buddha Temple will casually send soone to find a scapegoat, wrap up the matter, and save face to maintain their reputation."
Zuo Han appeared to be very experienced.
"So that’s how it can be resolved..." Zhang Rongfang suddenly realized, "I mistakenly thought of the Western Sect as a force like our Great Dao Teaching..."
"The Western Sect is very unique; compared to the Great Dao Teaching and other sects like the Zhenyi Sect, although they have a powerful overall force due to their recruitnt system,
it also results in their internal extre division. Without a common interest as a goal, their power cannot be viewed as a whole."
Zuo Han said calmly: "That year, in order to compete for the Eastern Sect and obtain status and benefits, they united as one. Except for that, it is very difficult for the Western Sect to be seen as one like in the past."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Rongfang imdiately understood.
"In this way, we only need to deal with the small group behind Kongding and Hui Jue? Then, does Uncle Zuo know what other experts are behind these two?"
"Behind Hui Jue is manageable—he is a Martial Monk with the ’Kong’ prefix from the True Buddha Temple. But Kongding is different; he is a direct disciple of one of the Eight Groups of the True Buddha Temple—Moloch." Zuo Han said in a deep voice.
"Moloch... is he the Grandmaster from earlier?" Zhang Rongfang felt a chill in his heart.
"Exactly. So this person Kongding cannot be touched. Otherwise, it would be very troubleso..." Zuo Han said.
"Then let him investigate," Zhang Rongfang thought for a mont, still needing to stay hidden and accumulate attribute points.
As long as the goal of buying ti is achieved, it’s fine.
As for Kongding, it’s not imperative to kill him.
"One last question." He looked up with a slight smile. "I have always wanted to test how much stronger the Grandmaster Realm is compared to those like the Three Emptiness. Can Uncle Zuo fulfill this small request of mine?"
Zuo Han fell silent.
He carefully observed Zhang Rongfang, remaining silent for a while.
"A Grandmaster is without flaws."
Then, he gently removed his upper garnt, folded it neatly, and pressed it under a rock.
"Please!" Zhang Rongfang’s eyes lit up. He also removed his robe, revealing his robust upper body.
"I will fight you in a normal state, so you can carefully experience the difference."
"Good!"
Zhang Rongfang slightly bowed, took a deep breath, and focused on his opponent.
Boom!!
In an instant, he stepped forward, the beach exploding behind him as he leaped over ten ters, striking towards Zuo Han’s shoulder.
This move was an ordinary technique from the Great Dao Teaching’s Fla Emperor Talisman, but under the enhancent of the indestructible body of Hard Skill, it beca powerful.
Before the strike even landed, the sharp sound of air being pierced already made Zuo Han’s eardrums ache.
He internally compared the power and speed of the Crown Prince’s move; under the layer of Golden Toad Skill and Hard Skill, it was already no weaker than an ordinary Three Emptiness Divine Art.
And this was just in a normal state.
Praising secretly in his heart, Zuo Han raised his hand to block.
Boom!
Their arms collided, making a dull sound.
"The so-called Grandmaster generally has two abilities.
The first is without flaw or shortcoming. Besides using far superior power and speed to crush them, the only way to defeat a Grandmaster is through direct confrontation."
Zuo Han’s arms, lightning-fast, stood unmoving, steadily receiving the torrential claw techniques of Zhang Rongfang.
The claw shadows were continually intercepted by him midway, interrupted before the power could fully erupt.
Every strike made Zhang Rongfang exert himself with difficulty.
Every strike lands on the weakest point of Zhang Rongfang’s move.
Using strength to attack weakness.
"When a martial technique is perfected, it becos flawless, strong and weak as one. This is the realm of a Grandmaster!"
As Zuo Han continues his attack, he explains ceaselessly.
His speed, power, and techniques are clearly similar to Zhang Rongfang’s. Yet within just a dozen moves, the scales of victory quickly tip toward him.
It seems that Zhang Rongfang’s power and speed match his opponent evenly in every move, but every strike is aid at his weakest spot.
No matter how he dodges or maneuvers, the result is always the sa. It’s as if all his moves are seen through.
Thus, his weak points grow weaker, more powerless.
Until... the weak point becos the breach in his defense!
Swoosh!
In an instant, Zuo Han’s right hand leaves behind a trail of afterimages, a palm hovering right at the center of Zhang Rongfang’s chest.
Victory.
The two instantly stop.
Zhang Rongfang quietly feels that abrupt change just now.
His weak points in attacks are unknowingly weakened bit by bit, until finally, they are penetrated in an instant.
The entire defensive system is declared collapsed.
By the ti he notices, it’s already too late.
"Is this the realm of a Grandmaster?" He feels that his moves have reached the level of being perfect and flawless.
Yet during the exchange, flaws were rcilessly created.
"The perfection of martial techniques is not the perfection of realm." Zuo Han withdraws his hand.
"Next, the Crown Prince can use the Extre State and Limit-Breaking Skill." He remains calm.
"In that case, pardon ." Zhang Rongfang’s expression becos serious.
He certainly won’t use sothing like the ten-fold Heavy Mountain as a last resort, but using a Limit-Breaking Skill along with an Extre State can be tried...
"No need to hold back, Crown Prince. Zuo’s martial skills have reached the limit, with Hard Skill perfected, plus the hardening of the body due to Spiritual Veins. Even standing still, you might not be able to harm ." Zuo Han says calmly.
"Uncle Zuo speaks with such confidence...." Zhang Rongfang narrows his gaze.
"The Crown Prince need not be concerned." Zuo Han’s gaze remains unchanged, "Even among Grandmasters, there are distinctions of strength and weakness.
Furthermore, Crown Prince will inevitably surpass the old man in the future, but now, the ti is yet to co."
His words imply that even among Grandmasters, Zuo Han is on the stronger end.
"Then...."
Zhang Rongfang raises both hands, forming them into a triangle in front of his chest.
"Threshold!"
As soon as he speaks, he suddenly vanishes from his original spot, circling Zuo Han with hands like sharp claws, continuously striking.
The faint clash sounds are brief yet muffled.
Each sound represents a montary exchange between them.
Zuo Han stands motionlessly, as the sand beneath explodes into footprints around him.
Sand and stone splatter, all the footprints gradually form a large circle, enclosing him.
At this point, his hands remain in an ordinary state, not in the Extre State, just common defensive parries.
"It’s futile." Zuo Han says calmly. "All those who enter the Grandmaster realm have their own absolute defense circle."
"The so-called absolute defense circle, in martial techniques, besides enduring a hard clash, or being crushed by overwhelming power and speed that surpasses a level,
in all other situations, a Grandmaster can maintain stable defenses, untouchable."
He suddenly grips his right arm in a punch, pushing Zhang Rongfang back.
"For a Grandmaster, the strongest and weakest points are indistinguishable. This is, perfection, absolute defense."
He spreads his arms wide as if embracing a large sphere, waves of Qi and Blood surging over his body, perfectly blocking any attack from any angle.
When Zhang Rongfang looks, it’s as if he sees not just Zuo Han alone, but a thick and towering city wall!
"If the strongest and weakest are equivalent, in other words, is everywhere the strongest?" he asks deeply.
"The Crown Prince may try." Zuo Han says calmly, "Actually, common martial artists have a defensive system, so weak, so strong. The core of a Grandmaster is rely bringing this defense concept to its extre."
"Interesting. Then let see if I can force out Uncle Zuo’s Extre State...."
Zhang Rongfang lowers his center of gravity.
His Qi and Blood accelerate and increase anew.
Streams of blood rub within the vessels, emitting massive heat.
His skin begins to turn red, muscles swell with blood, his form slightly enlarging, becoming more robust.
Long hair breaks free from the Taoist crown, Zhang Rongfang lowers his head, his eye whites surge with countless blood vessels, converging into the pupils.
"Second Extre State: Divine Unison."
He does not use Yin-Yang Harmony; actually, the Extre State of Great Dao Teaching inherently does not increase explosion in strength or speed. Instead, it greatly enhances endurance.
But with a robust constitution nearing two hundred points of life, Zhang Rongfang no longer needs to consider endurance...
He only needs to...
Consider how to kill his opponent!!
"Once more!!"
Boom!!
The ground erupts into a deep pit.
Zhang Rongfang raises his hand swiftly, a straight punch.
’Limit-Breaking Skill·Yin Stream!’
His right arm turns into a blur, tearing the air, producing a sharp screech, aiming for Zuo Han’s neck.
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