Chapter 3505 — Zhong Yongliang's Trump Card
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Wei Zhao finished eating, glanced over at Zhong Yongliang, and said, "I'm done. Are you finished yet?"
"We just started eating—of course we can't be finished!" Zhong Yongliang said.
"Then I'm off. Going back to rest. You've given up the challenge yourself—I'll count it as your loss," Wei Zhao said.
"You!" Zhong Yongliang was furious. What kind of logic was this? I can wait for you to finish eating, but you can't wait for me? Was there no justice left in the world?
But there was apparently no reasoning with Wei Zhao—the man seemed never to have reasoned with anyone in his life. On the very first day of school he had kicked him, and where was the justice in that? So Zhong Yongliang, helpless, could only grind his teeth and say, "Fine! I can take you down just as well without eating! Let's go!"
"Brother Liang, after you!" the Invincible Fist Master and Dongfang Badao hurried forward to clear the way, opening the dining hall doors for Zhong Yongliang.
Zhong Yongliang and Zhang Naihui walked in front, while Lou Taixie and Tu Xiaoshou followed respectfully behind.
The group arrived together at the open ground in front of the inn, and only then did Wei Zhao speak: "What are we competing at? Tell me. I can't kill you, and you're nothing but trouble! You should know I'm best at one-hit kills!"
"Talking about one-hit kills really hurts the mood. We're old classmates, after all. How about this—you and I exchange a few moves, and if you lose, you settle down and stop causing trouble!" Zhong Yongliang waved his hand as he spoke.
"Oh? And if you lose?" Wei Zhao countered.
"I won't lose," Zhong Yongliang said confidently.
Zhong Yongliang's words drew a scornful laugh from Wei Zhao. Some people were simply like that—laughably arrogant. But there was nothing Wei Zhao needed from Zhong Yongliang either; if Zhong Yongliang lost, he lost, and Wei Zhao could hardly do anything to him.
Could he kill him? Obviously not. Wei Zhao intended to keep a low profile during the trial—if he killed him, would he still be able to take part?
"Forget it. Let's begin," Wei Zhao said with a wave of his hand, calm and composed.
Zhong Yongliang's expression sharpened. With a flick of his wrist, a golden soft whip like a golden dragon appeared in his hand—the heaven-tier divine weapon of the Mad Dragon Patriarch from back in the day!
Wei Zhao's expression shifted slightly. He had not expected Zhong Yongliang to bring out a heaven-tier divine weapon! After all, in an age when artifact forgers had all but vanished, obtaining a heaven-tier divine weapon attuned to one's own element was extraordinarily difficult. Never mind one that matched your element—even getting one of a different element was impossibly hard!
Only sects with deep foundations possessed such things—ancient sects, for instance. Ordinary sects and ordinary clans could never have them.
"Mad Dragon's Fury!" Zhong Yongliang bellowed. The soft whip lashed out at Wei Zhao like a mad dragon, blazing with dazzling golden light. At the whip's tip, it was as if a dragon's head were spewing fire—the searing heat sent sweat pouring down one's back!
This was the heart-method mantra cultivated by the Mad Dragon Patriarch, called the Mad Dragon Divine Art! This technique, too, was a most heaven-defying art. Just from the name you could tell—mad dragon! Everyone knew what a formidable being a dragon was, and a mad one at that—how fierce must that be?
Back in the day, the Mad Dragon Patriarch had been a resounding figure on the ancient stage, one who could hold his own against Ancestor Xuanchen. He had only been slain by the Twin Vajras; otherwise, there were truly few who could match him!
Even though Zhong Yongliang was only at the peak of the late heaven tier and had not yet advanced to great perfection, he was still an infinitely formidable presence!