Just as Jin Bao was circling the array, Meng Bao, who was hiding at the side, showed a look of disdain.
What could a dragon see? He was just putting on an act.
When Zhang Xing swung his fist, his face was filled with mockery.
What was Zhang Xing trying to do?
Was he trying to break the array with his fists?
Wasn't this a fantasy? If he was an eight or nine star Battle-Saint, he might be able to break the array with brute force.
However, he was just a one star Battle-Saint. Even if he smashed his fists, he wouldn't be able to break the array.
However, after the punch, Meng Bao's face changed.
The strength of the array was within his perception.
This seemingly weak punch had actually paralyzed the array base!
The other juniors of the Meng Family were unaware of this.
When they saw Zhang Xing smashing the array with his fists, they all burst out laughing.
"Is Zhang Xing crazy?
Why is he smashing the array when he's trying to break it? "
"Is there a need to ask? He definitely doesn't know the array and doesn't dare to go in!"
"Hehe, can't he just admit defeat? There's no need to put on such an act."
"Sigh!
Then I'm relieved. I thought Zhang Xing was an all-rounded martial artist. It turns out that he also has skills that he doesn't know. "
"Tsk!
How can there be such a genius? It's just that there are many dragons. "
"…"
The discussion of the juniors didn't affect the mood of the elders.
The elders had strange looks in their eyes. They had different thoughts.
Would a person who could lead ninety-nine ancient dragons to defeat the zombie army be a reckless person?
Obviously not. He must have made preparations for a rainy day.
The elders were looking forward to seeing what kind of amazing feat he would do.
However, Zhang Xing didn't do anything amazing. He just punched twice.
"Not bad …"
As he nodded in satisfaction, a series of clattering sounds were heard.
It was as if someone's kitchen had broken pots and pans on the floor.
However, it wasn't pots and pans, but thirty-six saint artifacts.
Meng Bao revealed himself. When he saw the saint artifacts on the floor, he was dumbfounded.
My … My array formation was broken so easily?
Zhang Xing didn't even bring them into the array?
Damn!
The other juniors of the Meng Family were also stunned. They looked at the messy scene in disbelief.
The Patriarchs' eyes twitched. How could this be?!
How could they know that Zhang Xing had been punching and kicking every time he broke the formation?
He was already familiar with this line of work, so he didn't want to use any other method to solve it.
He would do it as simply as possible.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Xing turned to the plump elder and asked.
"Senior, I'm done!"
The fat elder was startled, only then did he realize that he had lost his composure.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "It's good, it's good!"
"I hereby announce that Zhang Xing has won the fifth battle. Next, we will proceed to the sixth battle!"
After the announcement, the remaining four challengers remained silent.
Two One Star Battle-Saints and two Two Star Battle-Saints, what was there to challenge?
The fat elder already knew what was going on, but he still waited for a moment.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Zhang Xing? If not, I'll ask again later."
The remaining four challengers looked at each other with a helpless expression.
They understood the meaning in each other's eyes.
One of them stood up and gritted his teeth. "We … give up."
The fat elder nodded.
At least you guys have some self-awareness.
If this was a battlefield, the nine of you would have died several times.
"Since you guys have given up, I hereby announce that Zhang Xing has won the battle with a score of five to zero."
"Next, Patriarch, please speak for us."
After the fat elder finished speaking, he stepped aside.