Zhao Yunhai's personal intervention was also due to the protagonist's formidable strength. It was likely that the four Grandmasters couldn't handle such a powerful protagonist.
Moreover, Xiao Longyang was still somewhat useful at the moment; a powerful protagonist like this shouldn't be wasted.
Having lost everything, Xiao Longyang might have appeared to be the most uncontrollable factor in the eyes of others.
However, in Zhao Yunhai's view, the current Xiao Longyang was easier to control.
This was because Zhao Yunhai knew that Xiao Longyang was solely focused on revenge, making him a pure individual.
And pure individuals were easier to control.
"It's Xiao Hai, why is he running towards us? Let's hurry over."
"Is that Xiao Hai? How can he fight on par with Xiao Longyang?"
"Xiao Hai has been frequenting the family's secret library lately, but it's impossible for him to possess this level of strength in such a short time."
"Could he have been hiding his strength all along?"
"Hurry over, lest Xiao Hai gets hurt. This Xiao Longyang is experienced in combat; if he plays dirty, Xiao Hai mustn't be harmed."
The four Grandmasters chasing behind were astonished to find Xiao Hai fighting on par with Xiao Longyang ahead.
"Haven't you noticed? Xiao Hai isn't using our Zhao family's martial arts."
"That's right. Xiao Hai's martial arts moves are identical to Xiao Longyang's, and Xiao Hai is even superior."
"Indeed, if we discount speed and strength, the two are like a mirror, left hand versus right hand. I've never seen anything like it in all my years."
Knowing that Xiao Hai wouldn't act personally without reason, the four didn't try to dissuade them but instead surrounded the two.
"When did you steal my martial arts?"
Seeing his逍遥游 (Xiāo Yáo Yóu) being learned by his opponent, and even understood more thoroughly, Xiao Longyang's expression turned extremely grim.
"Stealing sounds too harsh. Do you think your martial arts are unique in this world?"
Zhao Yunhai snorted and unleashed a move, 青龙爪 (Qīng Lóng Zhǎo), with his internal energy. Amidst the virtual silhouette, the fury of a dragon's claw was evident.
This was the manifestation of the most profound understanding of using internal energy to perform martial arts.
Xiao Longyang's expression shifted, and he unleashed the same 青龙爪 (Qīng Lóng Zhǎo).
Unfortunately, there were still gaps between the moves of 青龙爪 (Qīng Lóng Zhǎo).
Xiao Longyang frowned and retreated repeatedly. Glancing sideways, he saw a bloody claw mark on his shoulder.
"This martial art isn't from 逍遥游 (Xiāo Yáo Yóu) itself; it belongs to a martial artist who died at my hands."
Upon saying this, Xiao Longyang looked at Zhao Yunhai in horror.
How did this guy do it? Coincidences happen, but not like this.
The opponent had comprehended 逍遥游 (Xiāo Yáo Yóu) more profoundly than himself, and even in their recent clash of 青龙爪 (Qīng Lóng Zhǎo), he was far inferior.
He had underestimated the opponent's strength, resulting in the bloody mark on his body.
This was a formidable opponent; he might not be a match for him.
For some reason, Xiao Longyang arrived at the conclusion that he was no match for him.
Zhao Yunhai took out a tissue, slowly wiped the blood from his fingers, and spoke to himself.
"The dignified Asura can't even defeat an unknown like me. It seems the outside praise is heavily inflated."
The four clan elders watching were deeply shocked. Xiao Hai had given them too many surprises tonight.
It was a well-known fact within the Zhao clan that Xiao Hai disliked martial arts.
When Xiao Hai had previously expressed his interest in practicing martial arts, the elders of the clan were overjoyed.
If news of Xiao Hai's strength reaching Grandmaster level were to reach the clan, the elders would be eager to come out of seclusion to personally teach him.
They had initially thought that the Zhao clan would have a stable few decades in the new era.
But now, it seemed that Xiao Hai's talent was unparalleled in the Zhao clan's thousand-year history. A Grandmaster at twenty-one years old was unprecedented for the Zhao clan.
The youngest Grandmaster record in the Zhao clan's history was twenty-three years old.
The four exchanged glances, their hearts unable to calm down.
"Don't look down on people. When I was out making a living, you didn't even know where you were sleeping with women!"
"A noble son who only knows how to enjoy life, how can you understand how hard we people cultivate?"
"What I've experienced is not something you can compare to."
Xiao Longyang's face turned extremely dark as he charged forward, shouting.
If he had Zhao Yunhai's family background, with his talent, he wouldn't be just at the Grandmaster level.
What Zhao Yunhai easily possessed, he had to strive for with his own hands.
Therefore, he looked down on people like Zhao Yunhai.
Only what was obtained through one's own hands was truly theirs.
Zhao Yunhai was almost amused to tears. Was this the protagonist's mindset?
"The thousands of years of effort by my Zhao clan, the sacrifices of countless clan members, the blood and sweat of countless clan members have been spilled on the land of Kyushu."
"This is what has created the current Zhao clan."
"The glory of my Zhao clan, the achievements of my Zhao clan in Kyushu, how can you surpass it with just a decade or two of effort as an ordinary person?"
"With your mere Asura? Haha—what a joke."
Zhao Yunhai laughed heartily and attacked with full force.
Ten times the Grandmaster's power erupted, and internal energy surged out like a mighty river.
Dragon-like footwork, shifting and changing.
In the instant Xiao Longyang's eyes widened in shock, Zhao Yunhai appeared on his right like a rainbow.
Xiao Longyang tried to dodge, but his reaction was too slow. In Zhao Yunhai's eyes, his reactions were sluggish.
Elbow strike like a hammer, a precise heavy blow.
Xiao Longyang felt his kidneys reeling, wildly shaking.
"I could kill you with ease."
The next second, Zhao Yunhai sneered, grabbed the opponent's neck, faced forward, and with a sinister smile, his knee slammed upward.
Xiao Longyang had no time to worry about his kidneys.
He felt a surge of sourness in his stomach, coming up his throat. Drool spewed from his mouth uncontrollably.
"Gack!!!"
Xiao Longyang's eyes bulged wide, his pain causing him to roll his eyes. He vomited up everything he had eaten today.
"Mount Tai Fist!"
Zhao Yunhai's fist condensed internal energy, the veins in his palm pulsing. Under the influence of the Mount Tai Fist's power, the force became wild and unsettling.
This punch landed directly on Xiao Longyang's back.
At the last moment, Xiao Longyang tried to dodge this attack, but it was futile.
Zhao Yunhai's attack was ten times the speed, ten times the power, and ten times the intensity.
How could Xiao Longyang resist it?
However, Zhao Yunhai had no intention of letting Xiao Longyang die. He understood Xiao Longyang far better than Xiao Longyang understood himself.
Under this blow, Xiao Longyang lay motionless on the ground.
Seeing this, Zhao Yunhai directly stepped on Xiao Longyang's head and stomped repeatedly.
Let Xiao Longyang eat some dirt to balance things out; after all, too much water in the brain could lead to recklessness.
"Top-tier external martial arts—Adamantine Bones, shouldn't be practiced for nothing."
"Playing dead isn't a good habit."
Zhao Yunhai rested his arm on his knee, looking down at the motionless Xiao Longyang under his foot, and taunted.