The Immortal's Wine Store

Yang Zenke and the disciple of the Beiming Family stared at each other with cold gazes. The battle stances of the two young men were different, and to the eyes of an ordinary person, the both of them looked as if they were not willing to fight. However, only the experts knew that the fight between both these exceptional young men had already begun!

They were looking for their counterpart's weaknesses during this staring contest, but none of them were willing to attack first.

This was a battle of wits and will, and the first one who loses composure and patience would be the one who would be defeated.

Yang Zenke's eyes remained calm and cold as he glared at the youth in front of him. He had his fair share of fights against sneaky savage beasts, and he had learned to become patient after their grueling training. Among the group that Jiu Shen trained, he did more than the others were tasked to do, and he was even the most hardworking in their group. Because of that, his cultivation growth was the fastest! However, the most valuable thing that they learned from Jiu Shen's crazy training was their enhanced willpower and ability to withstand pain!

The disciple from the Beiming Family was beginning to become impatient and he was already itching to give Yang Zenke a beating. However, his instincts were telling him to not make any rash moves.

Within their battle platform, there were also a few youths who were eyeing the both of them with unkind gazes. They knew that these two young men were the strongest in their battle platform and they were eager to see them tear each other apart, but the scene in front of their eyes was not to their liking. They could only see Yang Zenke and the disciple of the Beiming Family staring at each other in their battle stances. There was no hint of movement from the both of them and this made the young participants within their battle platform grow impatient.

"Fuck this! Attack them first! Without the two of them, we would have the chance to win in the first round! Go!"

"Attack them! Beat them up!"

More than two dozen youths raised their weapons as they madly charged towards Yang Zenke and the Beiming Family disciple. None of these youths was weak and every one of them was at least a 3rd-rank Crusader, so the power that more than two dozen crazed youths held was more than enough to decimate any other 4th-rank Knight Crusader!

"They are using their advantage in numbers to kick those two out! Cunning bastards!"

"This kind of thing is normal in a battle royale. It might not look fair, but this was an unfair contest to begin with. This battle royale is meant for those weaker participants. They are destined to be kicked out of the contest, unless if they decide to team up to defeat the stronger contenders."

The crowd was dissatisfied with what was happening on Yang Zenke's battle platform, but they could do nothing about it since there was no rule that stated that this was not allowed.

Yang Zenke and his opponent glanced at the group of youths who were charging towards them. Both young men remained calm while facing this scene.

"I'll get back to you in a moment." The Beiming Family disciple muttered coldly as he stared at Yang Zenke. He then pounced towards the youths that surrounded them.

Yang Zenke smirked when he heard his words.

"I will knock you out of this stage!" A voice filled with malice drifted behind Yang Zenke and he immediately crouched to evade a violent punch aimed at his head.

Swoosh.

Yang Zenke clenched his fist and delivered an uppercut that hit the attacker squarely on his defenseless jaw.

Bang!

The man lost consciousness as he plopped on the ground.

Thud.

Yang Zenke didn't remain idle, he punched and kicked the youths who were attacking him, and no one among them was even able to last a single moment after taking his attacks!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Everything happened in just a few breaths and there were already two dozen youths lying unconsciously on the ground. Some of them were still conscious, but none of them dared to move after being stared by Yang Zenke's icy-cold gaze.

After seeing the total decimation of the attackers, those that harbored similar intentions chose to give up from the contest. They were not willing to be beaten up for a non-guaranteed victory. Besides, it was not shameful to concede against these kinds of opponents.

Other than Yang Zenke and the Beiming Family disciple, there were only less than twenty participants left in their battle platform.

"Let's resume our battle!" The disciple of the Beiming Family said as he looked at Yang Zenke. He had seen how Yang Zenke defeated his opponents, and it would be a lie if he said that he wasn't impressed.

Yang Zenke smiled and motioned for his opponent to come at him. He was blatantly taunting his opponent and this made the latter angry.

The young disciple of the Beiming Family dashed towards Yang Zenke and took an abrupt leap after he was only a few meters away from him. He then released a turning back kick at Yang Zenke while he was midair. His attack was swift enough and it was timed well. Anyone else would have been hit by it, but Yang Zenke was already prepared for this kind of attack!

Yang Zenke raised his arms to block the strong kick.

Bang!

Yang Zenke took a step back and he looked at his arms which now had an obvious red imprint. The kick was indeed strong, and anyone else would have been severely injured by it, but this kind of damage was nothing to Yang Zenke who had undergone all kinds of Jiu Shen's torturous training!

"Not bad." Yang Zenke muttered as he motioned for the youth to attack him again. There was a carefree smile hanging on his lips.

The Beiming Family's disciple rained punches and kicks that ripped through the air. Each of his attacks could break bones and muscles, but Yang Zenke didn't even frown even after receiving all of his attacks. The look on his face was similar to that of someone who was out on a holiday, a broad grin could be seen on his face.

Bang!

Yang Zenke took several steps backward after taking a punch from the youth. He then shook his arms which now had multiple red imprints as he stared at the youth. "Now it is my turn." He said.

The youth's eyes narrowed when he heard that. He was now deeply afraid of this crazy young man who had just casually received all of his attacks. However, he didn't want to show his fear, so he put on a cold look. "Bring it on!" He replied.

Yang Zenke swiftly pounced towards the youth while releasing punches that produced small gusts of wind. The air trembled as he unleashed those dreadful punches.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

'Fucking shit! This guy is crazy strong!' The youth could no longer take Yang Zenke's punches, so he immediately unsheathed his sword.

Looking at this, Yang Zenke's eyes remained calm.