Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Using Writing to Carry the Way

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So you're so formidable?

Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, Hua Youyue's face changed, ignoring the gaze of the crowd, she whispered into Yang Zhen's ear: “Yang Zhen, don't do anything rash. Causing offense to Sun Yushi is one thing, but if you offend Elder Ji, even the Changyue Tower and the Hua Family can't protect you.” The senior man's prestige throughout the Coast of the East Sea was tremendous, hardly anyone dared to offend him. Even those associated with him were held in high esteem, never would anyone want to cross him.

Elder Ji glanced at Yang Zhen, his eyes revealing understanding. He realized that this was just a private feud between Sun Yushi and Yang Zhen, and he nodded, saying, “Learning involves questions, questioning breeds debate, without debate we can't establish anything. Young friend Yang, there's no need to feel too pressured, consider this as a friendly contest, for mutual progress.” Upon hearing this, the expressions of those present changed again, they looked at Yang Zhen with weird expressions. Hua Youyue turned pale, knowing that nothing could be done this time.

In Elder Ji's words, it was apparent that Yang Zhen demonstrated no spark of talent. How could such a person compete with Sun Yushi, who had managed to manifest four shining principles and even condense them into physical form? Sun Yushi clearly used this contest as an opportunity to embarrass Yang Zhen, wanting to humiliate him in front of many practitioners. Most importantly, Sun Yushi wanted to make it impossible for Yang Zhen to hold his head high in front of Elder Ji.

Hua Youyue's face held a hint of displeasure. Although she dared not refute or reject Elder Ji's words, she felt discontent. But because of their vast differences in status, she could not express this openly. She already felt worried for Yang Zhen.

Bian Liang, a man of such talent, had even lost his senses under Sun Yushi's powerful oppression, rendering him incapable of manifesting the fourth shining principle. If Yang Zhen could not withstand the humiliation today, he might not make any significant progress in his studies, and might even retreat to his training and possibly develop a heart demon.

All the eyes on Yang Zhen began to show some sympathy. Some looked shocked, and some showed schadenfreude.

“Yang Zhen brought this on himself. There were many others he could have upset, yet he chose Sun Yushi. Now he's cornered himself. What on earth will he do?”

“What can he do? If I were Yang Zhen, I would simply admit defeat and apologize. Maybe Sun Yushi would forgive him. Being humiliated is better than developing a heart demon.”

“How is that possible? Knowing Master Sun's character, how could he let Yang Zhen off easily?”

The crowd was buzzing with speculation, eagerly waiting for Yang Zhen's response. Curiosity and a faint hope arose that Yang Zhen could do something surprising. But how could this be possible?

Under everyone's gaze, Yang Zhen appeared to be somewhat surprised and disappointed. He glanced at Elder Ji, shook his head, and sighed, saying: “The world is deteriorating, and peoples' hearts are turning backward. Among the three thousand great ways, each has its own function. Literature is supposed to enlighten the masses, cultivate wisdom in the young, and guide adults towards righteousness. Unfortunately, you've turned things upside down, using it to fuel aggression and rivalry. It's really a pity, alas, is there no one in this vast world who understands me?”

Wow!

Hearing these words, everyone present was shocked. Staring at Yang Zhen with dumfounded expressions, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Yang Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, looked deeply at Elder Ji, looked up at the sky, and sighed heavily. He seemed to exude an air of loneliness and desolation.

Hua Youyue was stunned, she looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief. Her eyes, deep as a quiet pool, were storm-tossed. She covered her mouth, staring wide-eyed and speechlessly at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen at that moment bore no sign of his usual frivolity. His profound aura made others feel ashamed.

Especially after hearing Yang Zhen's thought-provoking words just now, even Elder Ji was taken aback, his gaze upon Yang Zhen suddenly bursting with a golden light, looking at him up and down, becoming increasingly puzzled.

Sun Yushi took two steps back, looking at Yang Zhen with a pale face and an expression of horror. Then, gritting his teeth, he pointed at Yang Zhen and said, “That's nonsense, literature is a tool for practitioners to understand reasoning and mysteries. It's not as severe as you've put it. You claim to be the leader of the four talented members of the Dirty Detachment Gang, yet you don't even have the courage to compete. You're deceiving people with your grandiose yet empty words.”

The surrounding crowd drew in a breath, watching the open and covert confrontation between the two in shock.

Sun Yushi suddenly exploded with a surge of overwhelming literary energy from his body. It coalesced in the air into four radiant beams. Under their sparkling luster, they resembled a fierce beast charging towards Yang Zhen. A formidable pressure materialized out of nowhere causing Bian Liang in the crowd, forgotten and forlorn, to tremble all over. He looked towards Sun Yushi and Yang Zhen in horror.

If hit by this terrifying literary energy pressure, he would either die or suffer major injury. He hadn't expected Sun Yushi to be so vicious and ruthless, trying to kill Yang Zhen with one blow.

Hua Youyue cried in alarm and was about to rescue Yang Zhen when she saw Yang Zhen glance lazily at the sky. The radiant beams of energy Sun Yushi had gathered up vanished right before their eyes.

“Impossible!” Sun Yushi's face turned white with shock and he collapsed onto the ground. He looked at Yang Zhen in horror: “What… what did you do to me? You clearly have no talent, how could you possibly…?”

As he spoke, Sun Yushi's face twisted in horror. He realized he'd said something wrong but it was too late to try and backtrack.

The crowd started to berate him, it turned out that from the start, Sun Yushi never had the intention to let Yang Zhen go. Even if he thought Yang Zhen was only an average Practitioner, with no achievements in the literary field, he had no intention of letting him off the hook.

However, just like Sun Yushi, everyone looked towards Yang Zhen blankly. As Sun Yushi mentioned, Yang Zhen didn't show any hint of literary energy fluctuations, how could he break Sun Yushi's four radiant beams just by a glance?

Yang Zhen was chuckling inwardly. God damn, it was such a pleasure to mess with everyone. Everyone around him was dumbfounded, even Old Man Ji, who was aiding and abetting, looked incredulous.

Awesome!

Really awesome!

If Sun Yushi fought him with True Essence Martial Skills, Yang Zhen might have been in bad shape. After all, Sun Yushi was at the Nascent Soul Stage, and it might be a little difficult for Yang Zhen, who was merely in the Golden Pill Stages, to defeat him.

But Sun Yushi, for some reason, insisted on suppressing him with literary energy, which was asking for death, there was no hope of winning.

Sun Yushi was undoubtedly talented and had learned to contain four radiant beams at such a young age. But whether it was four or nine radiant beams, without them transforming into talent inscriptions, they could only kneel before Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen looked at Sun Yushi and said, “You're wrong… all of you are wrong. You've strayed from the path from the start. The right path of literature is not to be played this way.”

Boom!

An aura of terrifying talent exploded from Yang Zhen's body, forming a whirlwind around him. It blew everyone around in all directions, their faces turning white with terror.

Elder Ji's eyes widened, his breathing rapid. He stared at Yang Zhen in shock, even the half of his beard getting blown off by the energy wind didn't catch his attention.

Under everyone's watch, Yang Zhen stepped over to Tian Rou, squatted down and picked up the ordinary wolf's hair brush that Tian Rou had dropped on the case. He smiled and said, “What are you drawing, little girl?”

Likewise, Tian Rou's face was as shocked as everyone else's. Her face turned red upon hearing his words. She kept her head lowered and didn't dare to look at Yang Zhen. Her brother, who looked like a beast, wanted to glare again, but whimpered and grabbed his eyes, too scared to glare anymore.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen blankly, not knowing what he was going to do.

At that moment, Tian Rou lifted her head, a sweet smile on her face. She opened her tiny mouth and answered, “Drawing a dragon!”

Yang Zhen blinked, “But why doesn't it have a dragon's head? Can I help you,

I'm really good at drawing dragon heads.”

“Yes!”

Chapter end