護花近衛 - 第2531章 吐血了 - 翰墨軒

The golden cicada undergarment was a treasure bestowed upon him by the Pure Yang Heavenly Worthy, sect leader of the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Sect. How could it possibly fail? And it had worked perfectly well before—why would it suddenly stop working today? There was no logic to it at all. Just yesterday, Wei Zhao had been utterly helpless against his undergarment!

And to say that Wei Zhao had advanced to Heaven-Rank expert within a single day was equally unacceptable to Zhong Yongliang. Yesterday Wei Zhao had still been a peak mid-stage Earth-Rank expert. If someone said he had advanced to late-stage Earth-Rank today, Zhong Yongliang would believe it—even that he had advanced to peak late-stage Earth-Rank, Zhong Yongliang would believe it!

But to leap straight to Heaven-Rank in one bound was something Zhong Yongliang could not accept even if you beat him to death. What kind of speed was that? Far too fast, surely? At this rate, even by the time Wei Zhao reached the perfect great consummation of peak late-stage Heaven-Rank, Zhang Naipao would still have no hope of revenge—they could forget about revenge for the rest of their lives!

"Stop hitting me... I surrender, isn't surrendering enough..." Zhong Yongliang was on the verge of being beaten to tears. Wei Zhao's methods of hitting people were highly refined: he made Zhong Yongliang suffer terribly without inflicting much internal injury.

Wei Zhao was a doctor to begin with, and he had studied in depth those parts of the human body that were rather fragile yet not lethal—and so the tragedy now unfolding before Zhong Yongliang's eyes had been engineered.

So at this moment Zhong Yongliang could no longer care about winning or losing. He was going to be tortured to death by Wei Zhao, and he had already made a big enough fool of himself. He knew that Wei Zhao could probably injure him as easily as turning his hand over now; once his golden cicada undergarment was broken, killing him would be a simple matter for Wei Zhao.

Zhong Yongliang guessed that the reason Wei Zhao had not struck hard was that he was deliberately tormenting him for fun, and that once he had been tortured to the point of collapse, Wei Zhao would deliver one ruthless blow! So rather than that, Zhong Yongliang might as well just surrender outright.

Though Zhong Yongliang was very curious about just how Wei Zhao had broken his golden cicada undergarment, it no longer mattered. Victory and defeat had already been decided at this moment; however unwilling he was, he could only give up for now.

"Oh, you haven't vomited blood yet, so the match isn't over." Wei Zhao gave Zhong Yongliang's backside another kick and said, "According to the agreement you set earlier, unless one side is beaten until he vomits blood and cannot get up, it doesn't count as a loss. Right now you've neither vomited blood nor failed to get up, so it doesn't count."

"Damn it..." Zhong Yongliang, seizing on a desperate inspiration, gritted his teeth, bit through his own lip, then spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a "pfft," flopped down onto the ground, and shouted, "I've vomited blood, and I can't get up—is that good enough?"

Zhong Yongliang's stunt immediately drew the contempt of the assembled classmates below the stage! They were no fools—when had Zhong Yongliang vomited blood? It was plainly just his lip bleeding. To avoid a beating, this creature was willing to sink to such wretched depths?

Gao Xiaofu was dumbfounded too. What was going on? According to what they had planned earlier, wasn't Zhong Yongliang certain to win? How had he lost?

"Gao Xiaofu, what are you staring at? Hurry up and announce the result—what are you doing?" Seeing Gao Xiaofu standing there in a daze, Zhong Yongliang reminded him with the exasperation of one whose expectations had not been met.

"Huh? Oh, oh, oh!" Gao Xiaofu snapped back to his senses and hastily shouted, "I declare Zhong Yongliang the winner!"

"What?"