Chapter 1901: Good Coincidence, You Are Too

The plaza outside the peak.

Under the influence of the teleportation array, Shang Wu lost control of his body and fell to the ground. He stared blankly at the sky, feeling a sense of existential doubt.

As a descendant of Ancient Sage Zi Xiu, he was a true prodigy, standing out among thousands of his peers. Yet, here... teaming up with several companions to gang up on someone weaker than him, he was easily eliminated.

The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt, unable to face anyone.

He struggled to his feet, intending to cover his face and slip away quietly, when he heard an astonished voice.

"Shang Wu, you've been eliminated too. I didn't expect to see you here..."

Immediately, a figure appeared before him.

Shang Wu was startled when he recognized the person: "Xi Yuan, why are you here too?"

Xi Yuan was a descendant of Ancient Sage Zi Xi. The two were close friends, often sparring together, and their strengths were comparable. Shang Wu had felt deeply ashamed and unwilling to face anyone for being eliminated so quickly, but to his surprise, his friend had been eliminated even faster. He had arrived even sooner.

"Ah, never mind. I attacked someone weaker than me, hoping to secure my spot, but I ended up here..." Xi Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile.

"You were also eliminated by someone weaker than you?"

Shang Wu trembled and could no longer hold back: "Who was this person?"

"It's better not to say; it's embarrassing. That guy's strength was only ordinary Saint 9-dan peak, far below mine..."

Xi Yuan's face flushed.

"Also ordinary Saint 9-dan peak? Who exactly was it?" Shang Wu pressed.

"It was... Fan Xiaofeng, a descendant of Ancient Sage Zi Chi!" Xi Yuan said awkwardly.

"It was him indeed... I was also eliminated by him!" Shang Wu swayed slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You were also eliminated by Fan Xiaofeng?" Xi Yuan froze.

"Yes! He fought against twelve of us alone and eliminated us all..." Shang Wu quickly explained. Before he could finish, a surprised voice rang out.

"You were also eliminated by Fan Xiaofeng? What a coincidence, we were eliminated by him too! He alone brought the three of us, who had teamed up, here..."

Following that, four people walked over.

"It is a coincidence, we were too!" Three more arrived.

"What a massive coincidence, same for us! How miserable!" Five more came.

"We're not that bad. Do you see Yan Yixiao and the others over there? It seems they were also eliminated by a descendant of Ancient Sage Zi Chi..." Several more people approached.

Shang Wu's mouth twitched. In the blink of an eye, over forty people had gathered, all of whom had apparently been eliminated by Fan Xiaofeng alone... Could there be a mistake? Attacking so many people, wouldn't he get injured or expend his spiritual energy?

"Don't be discouraged, follow me!" Seeing his expression, a young man approached with a smile.

"Hmm!" Recognizing the person as Bo Xu, a descendant of Ancient Sage Zi Xi, Shang Wu immediately nodded and followed him.

Bo Xu led Shang Wu out of the crowd to another group of eliminated youths: "Hello, we were eliminated by a descendant of Ancient Sage Zi Chi. May I ask about you all..."

"What a coincidence, us too!"

"Us too!"

"Misery loves company... we'll be good friends from now on!" A bustling moment ensued, and over a dozen more people gathered around.

Leaving this group, they approached yet another. Before they could speak, the others greeted them: "You were eliminated by Fan Xiaofeng, weren't you? Same here, we've finally found our group..."

Shang Wu: "..." At this point, he genuinely felt like crying.

"Everyone, listen up! We're thinking of forming an 'Ancient Sage Zi Chi Descendant Elimination Fellowship.' Anyone interested in joining?" A voice rang out.

"I'm in!"

"Me too!" A chorus of responses followed.

Suddenly, Shang Wu felt that being eliminated by someone weaker than him was not only not shameful but rather a source of pride and honor!

***

"That's it?" Fan Xiaoxing stared wide-eyed at Fan Xiaofeng, who showed no signs of fatigue, feeling his worldview completely shattered.

Facing those twelve people, he wouldn't even have had a chance to escape, yet Xiaofeng, whose strength was similar to his own, had charged in and eliminated them all... What exactly had happened in just half an hour to bring about such an enormous change?

Nodding, Fan Xiaofeng ignored him and took two steps towards Zhang Xuan: "This time... how did I perform?" His eyes showed nervousness, like a student who hadn't finished their winter break homework facing their teacher.

"How did you do?" Zhang Xuan's eyes were listless, and he seemed dispirited. He waved his hand: "It was just so-so!" He couldn't even be bothered to comment further. After being guided for so long and undergoing so many battles, to still perform like this... Fortunately, this wasn't his true self; otherwise, he'd be utterly disgraced! Among all the disciples Zhang Xuan had taught, which one wasn't renowned and possessed exceptional understanding of combat? Yet this one... Previously, he had thought that the descendants of the Hundred Schools of Thought would learn quickly and be able to extrapolate from what they learned. Who knew... they extrapolated too much, making it seem plausible but actually quite flawed.

"I... I was wrong! I know I didn't perform well..." Seeing his expression, Fan Xiaofeng's face changed, and his voice trembled. His current achievements were all thanks to Zhang Xuan's guidance. If Zhang Xuan stopped giving advice, how could he improve?

"You call *that* not performing well?" Stunned, Fan Xiaoxing clutched his hair, a look of madness on his face, unable to keep up with their conversation.

"It's good that you know!" Zhang Xuan turned his head: "Just now, on the third move when you entered the crowd, you could clearly have used the Through-Arm Punch to eliminate the gray-robed person with the simplest expenditure. Why did you switch to the Startling Front Hand to attack the one on your right? Do you realize that by doing so, you wasted a full three moves? Three moves is a long time; if others had reacted, you wouldn't even know how you died! And that kick, you could have clearly avoided it, yet you insisted on taking it head-on, as if to show off your spiritual energy protection or tough physique..."

The more he spoke, the angrier Zhang Xuan became, rattling off seven or eight flaws, each one hitting the nail on the head.

"I..." Fan Xiaofeng was speechless. The battle just now was swift, yet he didn't expect Zhang Xuan to remember every single move clearly, with all the flaws imprinted in his mind. He had been full of pride and confidence for eliminating twelve people by himself, but hearing this, he realized how far he still had to go! There was still much more room for improvement.

"Xiaofeng fought so powerfully, yet he had so many flaws. Xiaoxu's discernment..." Fan Xiaoxing kept swallowing his saliva. Only at this moment did he finally understand why Fan Xiaofeng had changed so much after just half an hour. It was all thanks to this Fan Xiaoxu (Zhang Xuan)!

"Xiaoxu, please teach me too. I also want to become as strong as Xiaofeng..." Unable to hold back any longer, Fan Xiaoxing also came forward, cupped his fists sincerely, his previous arrogance gone.