Chapter 270 Brotherly Showdown

As usual, Xiao Teng came to the martial arts training ground again.

Seeing Xiao Teng with a stern face, all the young men of the Xiao family retreated, and some even chose to run away directly.

They were afraid of this man. He came to them to fight when he had nothing to do. The other party was higher than them, and they couldn't refuse.

It was normal for someone to run away. How could they not run away with bruises on their faces?

Looking at these people, no one dared to look at him. Xiao Teng had been suppressed for so many years, and now he was released, and he felt very happy.

"Tsk! Are you still the children of the Xiao family? Do you hate cultivation so much?

Fighting is also a part of cultivation. How can you not want to cultivate because you are afraid of pain?"

After these words, many people cursed in their hearts.

If you hadn't come to us to fight when you had nothing to do, would we be so scared to hide?

"Hmph! Xiao Teng, what are you so arrogant about? If you have the ability, go challenge Xiao Ze! What's the point of always looking for us?"

One of them touched his bruised face. He muttered in a low voice.

He only dared to murmur in a low voice, and never dared to speak out loudly.

If he was heard and pulled up to spar, he might have more bruises on his body.

After a long while, seeing that no one accepted his invitation to spar, Xiao Teng was about to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Waste! I will fight you."

This familiar voice, this familiar tone, who else but Xiao Ze.

Now in the family, only Xiao Ze would openly call Xiao Teng a waste.

After all, they are two brothers, and they can't compare.

Xiao Teng, who was about to leave, stopped slightly and turned his head to look at Xiao Ze who was already standing in the martial arts training ground.

Then he slowly turned around, put his hands behind his back, and stared at Xiao Ze with burning eyes.

"Brother, I don't want to fight with you. Now go down, I can let it go."

He was not worried that he could not beat Xiao Ze, but simply didn't want to fight him.

He was very tolerant of his younger brother and never forgot his mother's dying words.

"I'm not interested in fighting you."

After saying this, Xiao Teng was ready to leave.

But at this time, the crowd watching the show below started to make a noise.

"Tsk! You can only bully us. When you meet Xiao Ze, you dare not say a word!"

"You're right! You're just a coward. You can only bully us!"

"Humph! You only bully the weak and fear the strong!"

...

A series of harsh voices sounded, and Xiao Teng's original forward steps suddenly stopped.

He is no longer the same person as before, and there is no need to endure the unhappiness in his heart.

Isn't it just a fight?

At most, it's a fight!

He, Xiao Teng, has never been afraid of anyone!

Suddenly turning around, Xiao Teng said with a cold face.

"Okay! Since you want to fight, then I will give you a face and let you have a chance to fight with me."

He wanted to let everyone present understand that he was the legitimate young master of the Xiao family, and no one else, including his younger brother, was.

Seeing that Xiao Teng actually accepted his challenge, Xiao Ze's face was slightly happy, and he said in a deep voice.

"You said it!"

"My words count."

Then, the two came to the ring, one on the left and one on the right facing each other.

"Xiao Teng, don't think that you can be on par with me just because you can practice again. I can tell you that it is absolutely impossible!

I have practiced for much longer than you, what can you compare with me!"

A cold voice sounded, and Xiao Ze instantly drew out his artifact, the Red Sun Sword.

A ray of fire came out of his body.

Xiao Ze was wrapped in flames, and it seemed as if there was a raging fire burning.

Red Sun Battle Soul Art!

This is the skill that Xiao Ze practiced. Whenever he used the Red Sun Battle Soul Art, his whole body would be wrapped in red.

"Humph! My stupid brother, do you think I am still the same as before? Now let you see my true strength!"

"Ha!!"

Spirit Devouring Art!

A dark golden aura instantly enveloped Xiao Teng, exuding a very strong breath.

The younger generation of the Xiao family who were watching the battle below were shocked after feeling this momentum.

"Is this... the middle stage of the Enlightenment Realm?!"

"This guy actually broke through again!"

"When did he break through? So fast?"

...

They were all shocked that Xiao Teng had actually broken through to the middle stage of the Enlightenment Realm. He was only in the early stage before, and now it has only been a few days.

The most shocked person was naturally Xiao Ze.

He could feel a little oppression coming from his body. Xiao Teng had surpassed him in cultivation without knowing it.

"Impossible!"

Xiao Ze was reluctant to believe that this was true.

Of course, he didn't want to believe that his mortal enemy suddenly surpassed him in strength. How could he accept it?

"Hmph! Don't think you can suppress me like this! The Red Sun Fighting Soul Art I practiced echoes with my Red Sun Body, and with the Red Sun Sword in my hand, I won't lose to you!"

A fire flashed in Xiao Ze's eyes. He didn't think he had lost now.

Lose or win, only after fighting can you know, before fighting, no one knows!

"Hah!"

Xiao Ze had heard before that Xiao Teng's boxing skills were very powerful.

Naturally, he could not give Xiao Teng a chance to use his boxing skills. Xiao Ze suddenly stepped on the platform and rushed straight to Xiao Teng in an instant.

The Red Sun Sword seemed to echo the red spiritual power on his body and merged perfectly.

"Come on!"

A golden light flashed in Xiao Teng's eyes. He had long wanted to teach his arrogant brother a lesson.

He just didn't want to do that before. Now that his brother has taken the initiative, there is no need to be polite.

The fist wrapped in dark golden spiritual power suddenly blasted out. Xiao Teng was not afraid of the collision at all.

"Ding!!"

The collision between the fist and the Red Sun Sword, the dark golden spiritual power and the red spiritual power collided together, and a powerful energy wave spread out.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!..."

In an instant, the two sides had fought several moves. Every time Xiao Ze attacked fiercely, Xiao Teng's dark golden fists could be completely resolved.

However, the Red Sun Sword is a divine weapon after all, and Xiao Teng is not strong enough to confront the power of the divine weapon.

Every time, he had to use a lot of spiritual power to protect his fists to avoid being cut by the Red Sun Sword.

But even so, some small cuts appeared on Xiao Teng's fists.

All these cuts were caused by the Red Sun Sword.

Xiao Ze swung his sword suddenly.

"Red Sun... Thousands of Jin!"

With the blessing of the red spiritual power, the Red Sun Sword instantly turned into a several-meter-long sword and swept it fiercely.

If a person is cut in half by this sword, he might be cut in half.

"Hmph!! Naive!"

"Holy Spirit Fist... Heavy Pressure!"

A huge golden fist fell from the sky and hit the red sword fiercely.

"Boom!"

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