Chapter 11: Iron Arm Guards His Body, Stunning the Entire Audience!

  "Zhuo Yifan... you..."

  Zhuo Tian's eyes widened in shock, his gaze filled with astonishment.

  Everyone says that young people are arrogant and do not know the height of the sky or the thickness of the earth. But Zhuo Xun Tian thought his grandson was mature and steady, cautious in his actions, and thoughtful before acting. He never expected him to fight so desperately for a spot in "Blood Prison Gate".

  "Is this child missing his father too much?" Zhuo asked Tian with a slight sigh, wanting to refuse, but then came the sound of Zhuo's battle.

  "Haha! As expected, every generation has its own talented people! Good!"

  Compared to Zhuo Wenti, Zhuo Wentian's face was filled with wild joy, his somewhat stout body exuding an aura of overbearing dominance. He hadn't expected Zhuo Wenti not to respond, and this little rabbit actually being so quick on the draw. He twirled his small mustache, smiling in a sinister manner:

  "Relax, big bro! I'll definitely... stop at a certain point!"

  "Get out! You think you can just stop there? I don't believe you, damn it! If you hadn't crippled my precious grandson, that would be a miracle!"

  "What a shameless old thing, only knowing how to bully the weak with strength, a naturally gifted and complete being going to bully someone who has achieved physical perfection. Don't you have any face? Do you understand what shame is?"

  Zhuo Wen Tian's face was not pleased, and he rolled his eyes at Zhuo Wen Zhan. His facial expression changed slightly, and a strong killing intent surged up from the depths of his heart. With one hand pressing down on Zhuo Yi Fan, his tall and majestic body directly blocked Zhuo Yi Fan:

  "What the...! No way! I'm his elder, I don't agree!"

  "You don't agree but have to agree, if you don't agree, it just proves that Zhuo Wen Tian is a coward! Look at your son, he's much more capable than you!"

  "My god..."

  "Grandpa, Fan has his own judgment. Just let me go. What kind of character Fan is, after all these years, don't you still know?"

  The two old men, whose combined age exceeded 100 years, were arguing heatedly. As a junior, Zhuo Yifan couldn't get a word in edgewise, but for the sake of that half-piece of spiritual stone, he still forced out an awkward smile.

  A powerful palm gently grasped Zhuo Wentian's sturdy arm, the corners of his mouth curled up in a radiant smile full of confidence, leaving Zhuo Wentian momentarily speechless.

  This kid, why is he so confident?

  This smile is indeed just like my stubborn son, once he decides on something, he must do it and do his best. No regrets...

  It seemed that after a long deliberation, Zhuo asked the heavens with a long sigh and slowly put down his hand. In the end, he chose to believe in his own grandson.

  "Second Master's suggestion is good, but this is my mother's bedroom, the place is narrow and inconvenient. Why don't we go to the square instead? Second Master should explain things again in front of everyone, so as not to let Second Master shirk responsibility."

  Zhuo Yifan said faintly, his eyes flashing.

  Zhuo Wenti seemed to have noticed something at this moment, revealing a look of surprise, but he still didn't understand why Zhu Yifan was so confident.

  "Alright, I'll follow what Yifan said."

  Zhuo Wen didn't mind, and readily agreed. He walked out first, secretly laughing to himself: "This little rabbit, so bold. You injured my good flying blade, just wait and see how I'll defeat you with one move!"

  As he spoke, he gave a secret signal to the four guards who had accompanied him, and they hastily went to strike the alarm bell, gathering their own men in the square.

  Zhuo Yifan put on a white shirt and followed closely behind. Zhuo asked Tian Lao to raise an eyebrow and also walked out, seeing several thugs on the ground still doing push-ups, and couldn't help but shout:

  "What time is it now? You're still doing that?! Do something! Hurry up and gather people to the square!"

  These guards are feeling wronged: Didn't you tell us to do it? Didn't you say that we wouldn't be done until we finished 10,000 of them?

  With a sigh of helplessness, several guards immediately went to gather their horses, each with furrowed brows and bitter smiles.

  Who made them think that the great master Zhuo Xun Tian was such a person?

  He is very protective of his grandson and will do anything for him. However, when it comes to his subordinates, he treats them with kindness and care, although not excessively so.

  So, Zhuo Wenti has extremely high prestige in the hearts of the Zhuo family members. Although Zhuo Yifan was not bullied by Xiao Qi, no one dared to lay a hand on him.

  Because... will pay a terrible price!

  At this thought, several people shuddered all over.

  I vaguely remember the last time a bold guard slapped Zuo Yifan's ear and scolded him for a few sentences. Zuo Tian directly cut off the guard's tongue, crushed his round head into a gourd shape, and what's even more incredible is that this guard didn't die, but instead... became a complete idiot.

  From that day on, no one dared to lay a hand on Zhuo Yifan again. The incident still left everyone with lingering fear.

  ……

  At this moment, it is already high noon, with the scorching sun shining brightly in the sky, like a burning oven.

  Many people wiped away the big beads of sweat on their foreheads and stared at the two figures in the center of the square with a look of astonishment.

  Whether left-wing or right-wing, houseboys and maids all gathered in the square.

  "I still hope that Second Master will show mercy..."

  Under the gaze of everyone, Zhuo Yifan stood in front of Zhuo Wenjun and bowed his head in respect.

  "Alright! Just one move, as long as you, Little Sun, can withstand my one move, the qualification for the Blood Prison Gate will be yours!"

  Who else on the square can't see Zhuo Wenti's thoughts, just wanting to take this opportunity to disable Zhuo Yifan. But what they don't understand is that Zhuo Wentian has always been very protective of his younger brother, so why didn't he jump out and stop it?

  These people have no idea what Zhao Qian Tian is feeling at this moment. No mistake, he's very conflicted.

  As Zhuo Yifan's grandfather, he was very familiar with Zhuo Yifan's personality. Absolutely no confidence, never taking risks, and thinking thrice before acting had always been his guiding principle.

  But he knew more about his sinister younger brother, Zhuo Wen War! He was absolutely a ruthless and cunning character. Zhuo Tian feared that Zhuo Wen War would play some despicable tricks in this battle.

  Such as poisoning with a hidden hand, or injuring someone with a concealed weapon...

  "Take this slap!"

  Zhuo Xun was eager to fight, and with a loud roar, he unleashed his spiritual power. His feet moved swiftly, leaving behind a trail of light shadows. The deep orange-colored energy emanating from his palms grew more intense, culminating in a deafening explosion. In an instant, his palm shot out like a lightning bolt, striking Zhuo Yifan with tremendous force.

  This palm was extremely ruthless, as if it would directly send Zhuo Yifan to his death.

  "Be careful, Xiao Fan!" Zhuo Yifan's mother, Zhuo Hanlan, shouted loudly, her eyes already welling up with tears.

  "What the...!! Royal High-Level Spirit Technique: Hundred Layered Palm!!! This is insane!!"

  Zhuo Wen's eyes bulged out. But it was too late, in the next breath, Zhuo Wen had already flashed to Zhuo Yi Fan's side.

  "Ni Ma Zhuo, go to war! Whatever happens to my grandson, I'll make that dead fatty's butt bloom and his head move house!" Zhuo Tian shouted loudly, feeling extremely guilty. His head was already dizzy and unclear.

  Hundred Layered Palm!

  One palm comes out, fully integrating the power of a hundred palms, extremely swift and fierce. It seems like only one palm, but if you take it head-on, that's the power of a hundred overlapping palms.

  Even if Zhuo Yifan can survive, he will probably be shaken into a fool by this palm.

  "How ruthless!"

  Zhuo Yi's mind was focused, he raised his eyes, his face didn't change color, one palm was about to slap his chest, but he actually dared to weave his arms together to resist.

  "Ah!......"

  Those timid house servants and maids couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, even the guards were trembling with fear like noodles.

  "Little thing, can your arm block it? Become disabled!"

  Bang!

  This palm was neither biased nor leaning, and it struck directly on Zhuo Yifan's intertwined arms. The explosive force of the withered and rotten explosion sounded, and the thick orange spiritual power exploded like fireworks, and the spiritual waves rushed towards all directions. Zhuo Yifan himself was blown away directly.

  "Good grief!......"

  Zhuo asked the sky, greatly shocked and lost color, a vast and majestic momentum suddenly burst out, as if the whole person had aged several decades, with anger burning in his heart, surging out killing intent.

  "Ni Ma Zhuo, you asked for it! I'm going to kill you! Kill that dead fat man! Kill all of you and bury them with my Fan Er..."

  At this moment, the figure that flew out of the void suddenly made a light and agile flip, performing a perfect set of physical skills, striking an extremely strange pose, and landing steadily on the ground. "It seems that Second Master's half piece of spiritual stone won't be saved this time!"

  "A palm from the Innate Spirit Realm... can even slap a giant elephant to death..."

  "How can nothing happen after hitting this piece of trash? How is this possible?"

  Zhuo Yifan descended with a radiant glow on his face, calm and unscathed. The faces of the crowd were filled with shock, and a commotion erupted.

  But at this very moment, something even more astonishing happened...

  Another person in the battle, Zhuo Wen, suddenly stumbled backward several steps, with bright red blood gushing out of his mouth, and then knelt down to the ground.

  At this moment, Zhuo Wen was staring at Zhu Yi Fan in horror, his mind completely disordered.

  Just as his palm was about to land, it somehow struck Zhuo Yifan's arm in an instant, and it felt like he had touched a block of extremely solid refined iron. The shock numbed his palm, and all the force was rebounded back...

  "Zhuo asks for battle! Defeated!"

  "The two old men who had achieved spiritual enlightenment were defeated!"

  "So this Zhuo Yifan is so strong! Has he been holding back all along? How much stronger has he become? Did anyone see him just make his move?"

  Everyone was talking, their faces full of color. Some were shocked, some were amazed, some were puzzled, some were confused, some were delighted, nodding, shaking heads, and even stunned, each person's expression for this lifetime was used up in this moment...

  From today on, Zhuo Yifan has changed a little bit in everyone's eyes.

  It turns out that this person who has always been considered a waste by them is actually so powerful!

  "You're cheating!" Zhuo Qian knew his own strength, he stared at Zhuo Yi Fan with a fierce gaze, his anger boiling over as he stood up. He absolutely didn't believe that Zhuo Yi Fan could actually block his palm strike.