211 Sparring 2 (2/2)

Yang Gan held an ancient gold long blade, which was full of dominance, as if a ruler was descending. Yang Gan’s strength shocked the other disciples.

Zhao Feng was also surprised. He didn’t expect Yang Gan’s strength to rise so much after the trial.

A smug appeared on First Elder’s expression.

Yang Gan already had good comprehension and talent. Through this trial, his battle ability had risen greatly. Furthermore, the pressure brought upon by Zhao Feng and Bei Moi pushed out the potential.

In just one move, Yang Gan had gained the upper hand. His blade was full of righteousness and dominance.

After twenty moves, Mao Feng was slightly puffing and full of stun: “What the heck is wrong with the Broken Moon Clan this time? Bei Moi might be strong, but that’s because he’s received an Inheritance. How can the Head disciple have such unbelievable strength as well?”

“Very strong.” Bei Moi murmured to himself.

After reaching the 5th Sky, he had wanted to challenge Yang Gan. From the looks of it now, his chance of victory didn’t exceed 20% and a draw was 40% at max.

Zhao Feng had to admit that Yang Gan did indeed have the right to become the Head disciple. Under normal circumstances, without using his bloodline power or heavily use the Lightning Inheritance, he was definitely not Yang Gan’s match. After all, he didn’t have a solid defense like Bei Moi and he was lacking in cultivation.

Thirty moves later, Yang Gan knocked Mao Feng back with a blade and he left a streak of blood on the latter’s face.

“Brother Yang’s face is indeed strong. I am definitely not your match.”

Mao Feng wasn’t too disappointed or crestfallen because he had done his best, but the difference between him and Yang Gan was too great.

Yang Gan had also expended a lot of energy after the battle and he decided to rest. At his level, the only person he could challenge was Ao Yuetian and he needed to be at his peak state to do so.

“Their strength is ok. I thought that I wouldn’t have the opportunity to fight this time.” Ao Yuetian didn’t hide the arrogance within his voice.

He didn’t even put the Three Clan Party in his eyes. His goal was the Alliance Gathering, where his opponents would be Cang Yuyue, Lin Tong, Xu Zixuan, the other three Stars.

After Yang Gan left, the atmosphere was weird.

The strength that the Broken Moon Clan displayed was too terrifying and they had crushed the Silver Moon Clan.

The Silver Moon Clan had no will to fight anymore. Meng Yun’s expression was also slightly ugly.

He didn’t even put the disciples of the Broken Moon Clan in his eyes when he greeted them, but Bei Moi and Yang Gan both could easily defeat him.

At this point in time.

The Broken Moon Clan’s power caused the other two Clans to be wary.

“Feng’er, aren’t you going to go up?” First Elder said.

His words caused the Broken Moon Clan members to look at him weirdly.

Of the three representatives, Zhao Feng was the most mysterious one and even First Elder didn’t know everything.

Hmm?

The eyes of Meng Yun and the Silver Moon Clan disciples lit up.

That’s right.

The Broken Moon Clan might be strong this time and Yang Gan and Bei Moi weren’t to be offended. But the Broken Moon Clan also had a weakness.

This disciple at the 4th Sky might be ranked high inside the Clan, but it wasn’t enough at the Three Clan Party.

“Hmph, I should pick the easiest one and show everyone how powerful the Lin Moon Clan is.”

Meng Yun had made his decision. Furthermore, the relationship between Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei made him jealous.

On the other side.

“You two, go and challenge Zhao Feng and win at least one round for the Silver Moon Clan.” Mao Feng murmured.

Shang Guanyu and Li Hong nodded their heads as they heard this.

The Silver Moon Clan had been utterly defeated by the Broken Moon Clan this time.

Luckily at this time.

Zhao Feng walked onto the field under First Elder’s ‘encouragement’.

Before he could say anything, Meng Yun and Li Hong both walked up at the same time.

What the heck was going on?

Zhao Feng paused. When was he so welcomed?

“What, does Brother Li Hong want to spar with him as well?” Meng Yun laughed.

The two exchanged glances and they instantly knew what the other was thinking.

The members of the three Clans first paused before understanding.

They weren’t dumb, the Three Clan Party represented the faces of the three Clans. Every participant would try to do their best and win.

If one didn’t even win one round, how embarrassing would that be?

“That’s right, I’m very curious about Brother Zhao.”

Li Hong’s face turned slightly red.

“Same here.” Meng Yun coughed.

The two didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving - their faces were very thick.

Even the Clans felt ashamed. Only Yang Gan and Bei Moi had gloating expressions.