Chapter 1900: Little Minions, Go Away

"Mmm!"

Seeing Fan Xiaoxing gradually grasp the purpose of his conversation with Fan Xiaofeng, Zhang Xuan revealed a gratified smile. Having borrowed Fan Xiaoxu's identity, he naturally had to provide some benefits to the descendants of Ancient Sage Zichi. By offering guidance, he allowed them to gain deeper insights through self-realization during battles, which would enable them to improve further even after he left.

*Bang, bang, bang!*

Having injured two and eliminated one, dealing with the last remaining opponent was much simpler. It didn't take long for Fan Xiaoxing to resolve the situation completely.

Crushing the jade tokens of the three remaining opponents, he approached Zhang Xuan and Fan Xiaofeng with a furious expression, intending to scold them. However, he stopped himself and bowed, cupping his hands. "Thank you for the timely warning earlier..."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand dismissively. He didn't care whether the other party was grateful or not. He was merely doing what he believed was right, for he had always been such a low-key, reserved, introverted, yet principled and virtuous person.

"The battle was so quick just now. How did you two... manage to spot their weaknesses at a glance and provide the correct solutions?" Fan Xiaoxing asked, filled with doubt after expressing his gratitude. His cultivation wasn't significantly different from theirs, yet he couldn't discern anything, while every combat method they suggested was perfectly accurate. It was as if they could see into their opponents' minds.

"Little Xu taught me..." Fan Xiaofeng said, beaming with excitement. "In battle, you must observe the opponent's intentions to anticipate their moves..." He then explained several methods.

Fan Xiaoxing was bewildered. What they were saying was unheard of, even within their clan; there was no such legacy. How did Fan Xiaoxu know all this?

"Cultivation requires more thinking and reflection, not just blindly toiling away!" Noticing his confusion, Zhang Xuan explained. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head to the side.

*Whoosh!*

The wind howled. Immediately, they saw three groups of people surrounding them from the forest. Each group consisted of four individuals, forming a combined team of twelve, approaching from three directions to encircle them.

"It's them... They've eliminated quite a few people along the way. If we don't team up and take them out, sooner or later, we'll end up like the others!" one of the team leaders, a young man, sneered. He was a tall, corpulent fellow with a sturdy physique and a booming voice that sounded like metal clashing.

"Heh heh, being able to eliminate so many people means they're tough!" Another young man, the leader of a different team, chuckled and looked over. "Friends, there's a limit to what you can do. It's true you're strong, but you can't keep all the meat for yourselves and leave no soup for others!"

"What, do you want to challenge us?"

Before Fan Xiaoxing could understand what was happening, Fan Xiaofeng stepped forward, smiling faintly, a strong sense of confidence on his face. "Then let's all go at once!"

On their way here, they had eliminated no less than sixty or seventy people. Unsurprisingly, their performance had already propelled them into the top ranks, making it hard not to attract attention. Not being envied means one is mediocre. Their overwhelming progress, with one person not even needing to act, and such an impressive record, likely made many allied teams want to eliminate them. Because if successful, these achievements would be transferred to them, propelling them to first place.

"Xiaofeng..." Fan Xiaoxing's face turned pale green, shocked that this guy was so reckless, speaking so directly as soon as they approached. Twelve people united... Being surrounded and eliminated was inevitable. Instead of trying to escape quickly, he spoke like that? Was he looking for death? *Go at once? Go your sister!*

"I've just finished a battle; I can barely open my eyes. If I fight them again, I'll die..."

"You want us all to attack at once? Kid, you're quite arrogant!" The robust young man sneered. "Since you're looking for death, don't blame us for being impolite... Attack!"

Since they had surrounded them, they must have already discussed their plan. As he spoke, the twelve individuals slowly advanced, completely blocking all directions.

"Little Xu..."

Seeing so many people rushing towards them, Fan Xiaofeng didn't feel nervous; instead, he became increasingly excited. He turned to look at Zhang Xuan, who was expressionless but gave him an affirmative nod. With a yell, Fan Xiaofeng charged straight into the crowd.

"Don't be reckless..." Fan Xiaoxing felt a chill run down his spine. These were twelve people, each with cultivation no lower than his own. Were they suicidal, rushing in with a shout like that?

"Little Xu, quickly think of a way to escape..." Unable to bear it any longer, he turned to Zhang Xuan.

"No need to escape. Just watch Xiaofeng," Zhang Xuan replied, shaking his head. Through their previous conversation, it seemed Xiaofeng had gained another insight. If they were to flee now, wouldn't the confidence he had built up immediately collapse? Naturally, Zhang Xuan wouldn't allow that to happen.

"We're going to die..."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xuan also shared the same disregard for the danger. Fan Xiaoxing swayed, feeling as if he was about to vomit blood, utterly at a loss. Just then, the robust young man who had organized the attack had already bypassed Fan Xiaofeng and rushed towards them.

*Whoosh!*

He spread his five fingers like a large palm-leaf fan, aiming directly for Fan Xiaoxu's head, as if to kill him instantly. When this guy didn't exert his full strength, he seemed like an ordinary ninth-stage Saint realm cultivator. Only when he unleashed his power did one realize he had reached the Half-Step Perfected God realm, capable of unleashing his strongest force at any moment, making him unstoppable.

"It's over..." Fan Xiaoxing's face turned white. He had managed to defeat those four people earlier because their individual cultivation levels were weaker than his. Even then, he had nearly been beaten to a pulp... Now, with such a formidable opponent and strong cultivators eyeing them from all sides, escape was certainly impossible this time...

As he lamented, wondering where he would go to drink away his sorrows after being eliminated, he saw Fan Xiaoxu, who was under attack, frown. Without dodging, Zhang Xuan met the blow with a slap. Before the robust young man's palm could reach him, Zhang Xuan's palm had already struck his face. The former spun twice in place, seeing stars.

"You..." After spinning a few times and recovering, the robust young man let out an angry roar, ready to strike again.

Another slap landed on the other side of his face, making him spin twice in the opposite direction.

"Pipsqueak, go away and stop bothering me!" Zhang Xuan snorted coldly.

"I..." The robust young man wanted to say something to save face, but remembering how Zhang Xuan's two slaps had been as untraceable as a hanging antelope's horn, his face immediately turned crimson, unable to utter a single word. *Could it be... I really am just a pipsqueak? Unworthy of him making a move?*

He quickly looked towards Fan Xiaofeng, who had charged into the crowd, and saw that four people were already lying on the ground. Although this guy's cultivation was not as high as his own, for some reason, he was incredibly proficient in combat, like a wolf among sheep. Not a single person he had brought could last more than three moves!

"Alright, I'll go fight him..." Without any hesitation, the robust young man turned and charged in Fan Xiaofeng's direction.

"..." Fan Xiaoxing's eyes were practically bulging out of his head. *Can someone tell me what the hell just happened? How did Fan Xiaoxu and Fan Xiaofeng become so strange after just half an hour? Am I dreaming?*

In an instant, he was utterly bewildered.