Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 291 - 0290 Dragon Group? Never heard of it!

Chapter 291: 0290 Dragon Group? Never heard of it!

It’s him!

Mu Zhige and the others immediately had a change in their eyes, especially Li Xiaohu, who now showed a hint of anger at the appearance of these two individuals.

"It seems that someone is full of hostility towards us," Meng Pengxiao said indifferently, his voice slowly reaching the ears of the big man behind him.

The big man shifted his gaze, scanned the surroundings, and upon seeing Mu Zhige and the others, he understood and said, "I shall take care of these little shrimps. Young Master, you need not take them too seriously."

Meng Pengxiao did not respond, his gaze turned to Lei Ting Feng Jian, and said, "My rival is him. The third place in this session should belong to me."

The big man followed Meng Pengxiao’s gaze to Lei Ting Feng Jian, his heart trembled, but to flatter his own Young Master, he immediately complimented, "With the Young Master’s strength, securing the third position is as easy as reaching into a bag, and that Lei Ting will surely be defeated by the Young Master’s hands."

The big man’s compliments, judging by Meng Pengxiao’s expression, were clearly very pleasing to him.

On the other side, Mu Zhige and his companions had just learned from the people around them that this person they detested turned out to be the fifth-ranked among the Ten Owls.

It was the first time for them to see Meng Pengxiao, and knowing that he was the fifth-ranked Owl, the notion of settling accounts with the big man seemed an impossible task. With a master like Meng Pengxiao, even counting all the members of the Dragon Group, who could be his opponent?

Mu Zhige, Lin Wurou, and Li Xiaohu exchanged glances, and in the brief moment of eye contact, they seemed to understand each other’s thoughts.

Lin Wurou sighed, and Li Xiaohu’s clenched fists, raised then lowered again, could only temporarily put this matter aside in his heart.

At this time, the battle between Ye Zi and Qin Lang had ended, concluding with Ye Zi’s ten consecutive victories. Simultaneously, the next contest continued, with one person each from the southern and northern martial arts communities stepping forward.

"Southern Demon, your disciple is not bad, with few rivals in the realm of strength," a senior from the martial arts community said.

The current match did not involve a battle between levels of the Ten Owls, and neither the southern nor northern martial arts communities were too concerned. Even Ye Zi’s match was just an appetizer, marking a good start.

With an unchanged expression, Du Ying knew that Ye Zi’s strength was due to her own hard work and his medicinal refinement that helped her rapidly increase her strength and even diminished much of her murderous aura.

Seeing Ye Zi win face for him, Du Ying’s face was expressionless, but his heart truly cared for this disciple. Ye Zi had excellent talent, and she learned the Five-Animal Frolics quickly, grasping the essence after he pointed out a few things to her.

A promising youngster, although she started learning martial arts a bit late, she was brought up to par through the hardening of her strength with medicinal refinement.

Du Ying often saw Ye Zi’s dedication to training and was moved by her effort to change his mind and teach her the Five-Animal Frolics.

It was just a pity that this girl had no interest in medical skills, otherwise, his own medical skills could have been passed down as well.

Thinking of medical skills and his own knowledge, Du Ying looked at Ye Zi with a feeling of placing all his hopes on her.

In his mind, the image of when he first saw Ye Zi surfaced, and Du Ying remembered that person.

If it hadn’t been for him, how could he have broken through to the realm of True Qi so quickly? Would Ye Zi follow him if that person reappeared?

Du Ying always felt that Ye Zi had met Ye Qiu, but she didn’t leave, a feeling that was very accurate. Although Du Ying didn’t ask, this feeling always lingered in his heart.

He and Ye Qiu were bound to have a contest eventually.

This, Du Ying was very clear about.

Ye Qiu’s silence left the senior martial artist who had spoken feeling a bit embarrassed, so he said no more.

This time, the person the southern martial arts community sent to the arena was a soldier pointed out by Chen Yifeng, a man named Zhong Kai.

Ever since his defeat to Ye Qiu, Zhong Kai had been rigorously honing his skills daily, cultivating his martial arts. Believing he had made significant progress, he followed Chen Yifeng to the summit of Mount Hua and volunteered to take the stage this time.

In front of a True Qi realm martial artist, Zhong Kai’s strength was not impressive; he was effortlessly defeated by Ye Qiu initially. However, in the Strength realm, he was an expert, especially after several months of intense solitary training, which had greatly advanced his abilities.

The Northern Martial Arts circle naturally would not show weakness. The first defeat to Ye Zi had already accumulated much resentment, and they intended to reclaim their honor in the second match.

When Zhong Kai’s opponent turned out to be Jian Wushuang, and he saw his cold expression, Zhong Kai snorted in disdain. He disliked such smug expressions the most, particularly because it reminded him of Ye Qiu’s face.

Zhong Kai did not realize how powerful his opponent was, but people both on and off stage had started whispering to each other.

After all, Jian Wushuang was a prominent figure who had risen in the past three years. While Zhong Kai had some fame in a small circle, in the grand scheme of the martial world, he was but a tiny ripple.

"Kid, having a fierce name doesn’t mean you are powerful. Today, I’ll make you understand the strength of our Southern Martial Arts circle," Zhong Kai declared boastfully and made the first move.

At that moment, those in the Southern Martial Arts circle who recognized Jian Wushuang couldn’t help but cover their eyes, unwilling to watch what was to come. The fate of Zhong Kai, who had intended to make a name for himself, could be easily guessed; he was embarrassingly knocked off the stage by Jian Wushuang, becoming yet another laughingstock.

This time, the Northern Martial Arts circle managed to even the score, and both sides embarked on the third round of competition.

Four individuals from the Ten Owls were present, demonstrating that even members of the Ten Owls were paying attention to the issue.

Just as Mu Zhige and the others were deliberately turning their heads away, refusing to look in Meng Pengxiao’s direction, a voice suddenly sounded close by.

"Hey, where did these country bumpkins come from?"

The words were direct and unabashedly provocative.

"Dragon Group," Lin Wurou retorted with a snort, stating simply.

"Dragon Group? What’s that? Never heard of it." Unfortunately, Lin Wurou’s words did not capture the interest of the other party, who instead started to mock them.

"The men are so weak, and the women, despite being pretty, seem to be nothing special," the person commented dismissively.

His gaze swept over Mu Zhige, Li Xiaohu, and Lin Wurou in turn.

Too arrogant. Such contempt for the Dragon Group fueled the trio’s anger.

"If you’ve never heard of the Dragon Group, it seems you’re not an important figure in the martial world either," Lin Wurou countered calmly.

The man’s brows furrowed, not expecting this country bumpkin to dare challenge him. He had to assert his dominance.

"Is the Dragon Group that powerful? What significant figures have emerged from it? I really want to take a look," he continued.

"Who do you think you are? The Dragon Group is teeming with masters." Lin Wurou’s eyes flickered as she went on, "Our strength might not be high, it’s true, we might only be external members, but if you encounter one of our core internal members and dare to speak like this, you’d be beaten half to death by now."

It seemed no one had dared to speak to him like that before. After a good long pause, the man responded, "Who are the internal members?"

Lin Wurou’s eyes searched through the crowd for a while, finally settling on a figure. She couldn’t help but smile and said, "That one over there is our Dragon Group’s"

Following the direction Lin Wurou pointed to, the man’s gaze slowly landed on Ye Qiu, who was talking to someone.

Suddenly, a sense of hostility surged over.