Chapter 2801 — The Local Bully
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"Bang!"
The two collided, each staggering back two steps.
"Are you blind, you bastard? Can't you see people? You just walked right into me?" Before Zhang Naipao could even get angry, the other man was already furious, jabbing a finger at Zhang Naipao's nose and cursing him out: "Brat, I'd say you don't want to live anymore. Do you know who I am?"
"What?" Zhang Naipao was stunned. He had not expected that, apart from Wei Zhao, anyone in the Xuan Dan Sect's trial would dare to challenge him. After all, when he had first entered the dining hall, he had seen the reaction of the crowd—every gaze one of awe. So Zhang Naipao had grown rather full of himself. Who would have thought that the moment he stepped outside, some hotheaded fool would dare say he did not want to live?
"Hmph, brat, this is the Young Sect Master of our Yellow Earth High Sect of the Western Regions—the Local Bully!" The man who had collided with Zhang Naipao said nothing; one of his underlings jumped out instead.
"Local Bully?" Zhang Naipao was taken aback.
"That's right. What's the matter—scared now that you know?" The Local Bully's underling looked at Zhang Naipao smugly and sneered.
"Yellow Earth High Sect—never heard of it. The Yellow Earth High Slope, now that I've heard of," Zhang Naipao said, shaking his head.
"Hmph, we come from the Western Regions, so it's only natural you haven't heard of us. Barbarians like you have never seen the world. If you don't want to die, get on your knees and beg for mercy at once—otherwise, don't blame our Young Sect Master for being unkind!" the underling snarled.
"Oh, my name isn't Barbarian—seems it's your Young Sect Master whose surname is Tu, isn't it?" Zhang Naipao had been nursing a bellyful of rage from his encounter with Wei Zhao, with nowhere to vent it, and now two fools had delivered themselves right to his door. Naturally he would not let them off: "And what if he is unkind?"
"Heaven and Earth Overturned, Eighth Form!" The Local Bully directly unleashed his prized technique, driving a fist straight at Zhang Naipao. But he likely knew the rules of the trial and did not dare kill Zhang Naipao—he only meant to cripple him.
"Bang!" The Local Bully's fist landed on Zhang Naipao. The Eighth Form was not enough to cripple Zhang Naipao, but it still made him cough up a mouthful of blood. He had come prepared with quite a few Lesser Restoration Pills this time, and he hurriedly produced one and tossed it into his mouth.
As for the Local Bully, he was already in a sorry state—after spewing three mouthfuls of blood, his eyes rolled back and he toppled stiffly to the ground, as though he had suffered a devastating blow.
"Young Sect Master, what's happened to you?" The Local Bully's underling was frightened out of his wits and hastily bent down to examine his master's injuries. But the Local Bully's wounds were grave—all but beyond healing. Every meridian in his body had been severed; apart from the faintest thread of breath, there was no life left in him at all.
"Hmph, you overreached yourself!" Zhang Naipao sneered. "A mere peak early-stage Earth Rank expert, and you thought to stand against me—truly a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
This bizarre scene left everyone in the dining hall dumbstruck. Hearing about something was one thing; seeing it with your own eyes was another. Zhang Naipao truly had not struck a blow—he had simply stood there—and yet the Local Bully now lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.
Wei Zhao was deeply shocked as well. He had not caught the slightest hint of how Zhang Naipao had done it. Zhang Naipao truly had not made a move—he had not even lifted a finger—and yet that so-called Local Bully had collapsed to the ground.