Chapter 797 - Try Your Best

Chapter 797: Try Your Best

Xiao Luo was standing upright like a pine tree. His bangs were flying on his forehead even though there was no wind. He gazed at Elder Zheng indifferently, as if he did not care a fig about the world and everything was within his control. At that moment, the psychological battle between Elder Zheng and Xiao Luo started.

The surrounding air seemed to be stagnant. The disciples there were all feeling confused.

Hu Qingsong, Luo Jinshi, and Ai Linda felt somewhat nervous. There was tension, and the energy suggested that a ferocious fight was on the verge of breaking out.

"You are at a much higher level than a Martial Master-just what stage are you truly at?" Elder Zheng asked as he stared at Xiao Luo like a viper.

A slight smile lifted a corner of Xiao Luo's mouth, and he replied, "Try me, and you will find out."

Try him?

The disciples who heard him could not help but gasp.

"The guy is too cocky. He's even egging Elder Zheng to try him out."

"Elder Zheng is a Martial Emperor at the middle stage. How dare he tell a Martial Emperor to try his attainment? He is too arrogant."

"It is not arrogance. It is self-conceit. And the chap will pay for it!"

Zheng Feihan took a step forward. Pointing at Xiao Luo, he cursed in anger, "Son of a b*tch. Don't you dare brag! My grandpa can kill you like killing an ant. Cut the trash talk. You are a dead duck. Scr*w you!"

With his arms crossed on his chest, Chen Junbin said, "It is just a waste of time to speak to a man who is about to die. Look at him. He looks dead already. When he dies, we will take all of his clothes off and hang his body on the city wall to parade him out. How comforting it will be!"

"Mother ducker. Those two b*stards are cruel. God damned jerk, do not be gentle with them," said the Duck Emperor from Ghost's pocket.

Xiao Luo threw a glance at Zheng Feihan and Chen Junbin. Honestly, he had no desire to deal with those two inept stumblebums at all.

Suddenly, Elder Zheng made his move.

"Arrogant jerk, take that!"

Elder Zheng shouted. He thrust his wrinkled right palm out toward Xiao Luo.

The ferocious power of the palm attack rolled out from his palm like angry waves. It swept over toward Xiao Luo as violently as a hurricane. Inside the raging storm was a screeching dragon created by the True Inner Force and threatening to tear Xiao Luo apart. The ground cracked and dust kicked up into the air as the hurricane moved toward Xiao Luo. The mounting pressure from the force of the storm spread out along its path.

"Get out of the way!"

Hu Qingsong shouted. He did not want to see any innocent person killed in the Mu City Academy. It was the last thing he would like to see. In his eyes, the Mu City Academy was already a cruel tyrant who exercised dictatorship. The common folk in Mu City had to endure the cruelty and felt hopeless.

Xiao Luo remained motionless. The True Inner Force inside him reacted instinctively and surged out of his body through thousands of pores. An invisible shield formed around him to protect him.

BAM!

The palm strike from Elder Zheng hit the shield directly. The roaring dragon created from the True Inner Force struck the shield with substantial force. However, the dragon instantly disintegrated. The palm force spread all around Xiao Luo. The ground cracked open and collapsed. The power was so great that it sent Zheng Feihan and Chen Junbin flying. The disciples who watched from afar were forced to retreat another two to three miles.

With Ghost's help, Hu Qingsong, Luo Jinshi, and Ai Linda escaped injury. All they felt was a wild wind blowing against them.

It was not until several seconds later that the raging palm force dissipated gradually.

The crowd anxiously looked at the field. They saw Xiao Luo standing there with his hands behind the back and seemed unhurt. With the calm look on his face, one could compare him to the God of War.

How could it be?

Elder Zheng's palm force struck him, but he seems fine!

Everyone was astounded as they could hardly believe what they saw.

Zheng Feihan and Chen Junbin realized the situation was not favorable for them. After being sent flying by the palm force, they took the chance to retreat to a farther place. Xiao Luo was a threat to them.

Elder Zheng turned pale with shock. Although his palm attack was not an all-out attack, he exerted forty to fifty percent of his power. Even a Martial Lord would not survive and would be ripped to shreds from that strike. But the jerk remained unscathed. Could he be a Martial Emperor as well?

At the thought of the possibility, he trembled. Then he rejected the assumption immediately. "No way. He is too young to be a Martial Emperor. That's impossible." he mumbled to himself.

"Try your best. Otherwise, you will die!" Xiao Luo said as he looked at him.

Elder Zheng was at a loss for words. Then his eyes got bloodshot. His wrinkled face looked hateful as his anger rose. "Good, good, good! Jerk, it has been a long time since a person spoke to me like that!" He shouted to the disciples there. He yelled, "All of you, retreat fifteen miles. Otherwise, you will be at your own risk."

Was Elder Zheng going to go all out?

All of those disciples gasped. An unknown man forced Elder Zheng to go all out. It was unimaginable. They hurried to retreat and did not stop until they went twenty miles away.

"You better go farther too," said Ghost to Hu Qingsong. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at him.

Hu Qingsong knew he had underestimated Xiao Luo. After glancing at Ghost and Xiao Luo in awe, he let Luo Jinshi and Ai Linda help him retreat to the side. He was on edge, feeling extremely anxious.

"Jerk, if you want to be arrogant, you must have some ability. Are you sure you have it?"

Elder Zheng slowly lifted from the ground and floated in mid-air. As he rose in the air, his energy increased. From the impact of his surging energy, the spiritual energy around him billowed like angry waves of the sea. A menacing tension grew in the area. Everyone on the ground felt extremely tensed with the enormously heavy pressure pushed against their chests.

Looking up, Xiao Luo squinted at him with an emotionless face. "Don't you think you are talking too much crap?"

The corners of Elder Zheng's mouth twitched. "Okay, I will show you how dreadful a Martial Emperor's strength can be. And how ignorant and ridiculous you are!"

Elder Zheng extended his right hand. The spiritual energy surrounding him converged to the center of his palm. Slowly, a translucent white ball formed. The ball kept growing, and its surface buzzed like an electric force field. The air surrounding the ball distorted. A peal of thunder boomed and strong winds swirled as the ball continued to form.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Over ten figures showed up on the top floor of the building around the yard. They were the Elders of the academy.

"Dean, will you not do anything to stop Elder Zheng? Are you not afraid he will tear down the academy?" said an Elder indignantly. He was unhappy with Elder Zheng.

The dean lifted his hand to stop him. "Do not worry. Apprentice Brother Zheng knows what he is doing!"

The Elder was speechless. He murmured, "I am wondering who the dean of the Mu City Academy is. Elder Zheng or yourself, Dean Ai."

The comment did not irritate the dean at all. "My Apprentice Brother and I are in the same camp. What difference does it make whether he is the dean or I am the dean of the Mu City Academy."