Chapter 2533 — Come Hit Me
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
So Zhong Yongliang was destined for tragedy. Even without those miniature true-qi bombs, Wei Zhao could still have beaten him until he was fleeing in disgrace—it would merely have cost him a few blows in return.
"Ow, stop hitting me, stop! I yield, isn't that enough?" Zhong Yongliang cried out helplessly.
"Oh? So this time you really lose? No more welching?" Wei Zhao stopped pummeling him.
"No more, I really lose!" Zhong Yongliang nodded, clambered up from the ground, and handed the black iron rod to Wei Zhao. "Here, take it. I've lost!"
Wei Zhao nodded, picked up the black iron rod, and leaped down from the arena. With Wei Zhao gone, Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu naturally left as well, and soon the rest of the crowd dispersed in twos and threes...
Only after Wei Zhao had gone did Zhong Yongliang climb to his feet on the arena. In fact, he had taken no real harm—Wei Zhao had held back when he struck him, and Zhong Yongliang could feel it. He chalked it up, however, to Wei Zhao not daring to be too bloody on school grounds.
"You Panhu, wait!" Zhong Yongliang called out, stopping You Panhu, Kang Jinglong, and the blond- and purple-haired youths, who were just about to leave.
"Brother Liang, what is it?" Zhong Yongliang might have just been given a dressing-down by Wei Zhao, but You Panhu was not Wei Zhao—he had no capital to throw his weight around in front of Zhong Yongliang. So he halted, turned around, and greeted him with a smile.
In his heart, though, he was cursing. Zhong Yongliang, you put on such a grand air, and yet weren't you beaten by Wei Zhao until you were bawling for your parents? What a piece of work—all you've got is the nerve to strut before us weaklings; when it comes to Wei Zhao, don't you just bow your head and yield? Bully the soft, fear the hard!
Fighting Wei Zhao on the arena, you weren't even as tough as before, and that weapon in your hand was no use either. What a disgrace! And to think Kang Jinglong and I were pinning our hopes on you to deal with Wei Zhao!
"You there, Purple Hair—you're the strongest, aren't you? Come hit me!" Zhong Yongliang pointed at Purple Hair.
"Huh? Me? Hit you?" Purple Hair's eyes went wide. He dug at his ear, certain he had misheard. "Brother Liang, what are you saying? You're joking with me, right?"
"Nonsense, do I look like I've got the leisure to joke with you? Hurry up and come hit me!" Zhong Yongliang ordered.
"This..." Purple Hair hesitated, unsure what Zhong Yongliang meant. Was he toying with them, or did he really want to be beaten?
"Brother Liang, what do you mean by this? You'd better explain clearly, or Purple Hair won't dare hit you!" You Panhu had no choice but to ask on his subordinate's behalf.
"It's nothing. I just want to see whether I can defend against his attacks!" Zhong Yongliang said. "Come on, hit me a few times. When I say stop, you stop!"
"Oh..." You Panhu hesitated a moment, then said to Purple Hair, "Go on then. Give it a try!"
"All right." Purple Hair nodded, walked up in front of Zhong Yongliang, and tentatively extended his fist to strike him once.
"Huh?" Zhong Yongliang felt as though Purple Hair had not hit him at all—there was no pain whatsoever. He frowned and said, "I told you to hit me, so hit me with some force! Don't fake it to fool me!"