Chapter 2101 — Victorious Once More Though both are contestants, being struck by a few iron balls is no great matter; but struck by many, of course it hurts—not everyone belongs to the Golden Bell Sect and fears no pain. Who would keep on enduring?
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"Bang..." Just as Old Master Tang was beside himself with anxiety, Tang Yuyi was finally struck by an iron ball, and Old Master Tang's heart sank at once!
Looking back at Wei Zhao, he was still as leisurely and composed as ever, not seeming to be dodging hidden projectiles at all but rather strolling and sightseeing, still maintaining his perfect score of "0"!
"Haha, looks like the head is about to take another first place?" Han Xiaohu chuckled as he saw that the remaining time in the contest was running short.
"Naturally. Mr. Lin is the head of our Hidden Han Family; of course he will help us stand out!" Han Tianba nodded without the slightest concealment.
Old Master Zhao, Old Master You, and the rest all frowned. When had Wei Zhao gotten involved with the Han Family? How had he become the head of the Hidden Han Family? That being the case, in future dealings with the Hidden Han Family, they would have to be wary of Wei Zhao...
This news left everyone thoroughly displeased, but in the end all eyes fell upon the sect leader of the Qianshan Sect. Since this Sect Leader Wo was confident he could dispose of Wei Zhao, that meant that after the Hidden Family Summit concluded, Wei Zhao would be no more—and then it would be perfectly possible to deal with the Hidden Han Family afterward!
"Bang..." Tang Yuyi was struck again, and Old Master Tang's expression grew even uglier. He had been hoping that Wei Zhao would also be struck, so that the two could end in a draw, each taking half the stakes—that would not have been bad either. But... Tang Yuyi had already been struck twice, and Wei Zhao had not been struck even once, which gave Old Master Tang the urge to tear his hair out!
Damn it! What on earth was going on with Wei Zhao? Could he be some sort of all-around genius? First he was formidable at racing, and now he was formidable at dodging projectiles too—surely it could not be mere coincidence?
Old Master Zhao, by contrast, remained unruffled. This round had nothing to do with his Zhao Family anymore; one of the two disciples who had taken the most hits and already given up was from the Zhao Family, and the Zhao Family had never done any such training normally, so it was only natural that he could not dodge them.
Since they had already given up, it no longer mattered who won or lost.
With the sounding of a shrill bell, the projectile-evasion contest came to an end!
Wei Zhao halted his steps, his score still "0."
"Head, congratulations!" Han Xiaohu waited until the contest was over before daring to shout. Earlier he had feared disturbing Wei Zhao and splitting his attention, so even in his excitement he had not dared to shout or yell.
"Heh, this stuff is too easy—no challenge at all," Wei Zhao said mildly. "I used to practice dodging bullets."
Wei Zhao was not exaggerating, though it was true that the bullets he had practiced dodging were not as fast as these iron balls, coming one after another without pause. Otherwise, amid a hail of gunfire, even with his jade pendant, Wei Zhao would have had a hard time escaping unscathed!
"..." Old Master Tang had been somewhat unwilling to accept it, but upon hearing Wei Zhao's training method he deflated at once. Practice dodging bullets? Even the Tang Family would not dare—no wonder Wei Zhao had not been struck by a single ball. If those had truly been bullets, one hit could have killed him...
"The Hidden Han Family wins, with a count of 0; second place, the Hidden Tang Family, with a count of 2; third place, the Qianshan Sect, with a count of 24!" Old Master Zhao announced the results impassively. The gap between first and second place was not very large, but the gap to third place was much greater!
And the reason the Qianshan Sect had taken third was that its disciples often mingled with spirit beasts and had honed remarkably swift reflexes.