Chapter 2520 — Claiming Victory, and Yet the Eleventh Stance Proved Useless Against Zhong Yongliang, Which Left Wei Zhao Utterly Stunned

It seemed this mid-grade Golden Cicada undergarment really was a top-tier treasure. Could it be that these undergarments were truly ranked by power? He was no Heaven-rank expert—even if he unleashed a Heaven-rank martial technique, he still could not injure Zhong Yongliang in the slightest?

Unwilling to accept it, Wei Zhao did not bother answering Zhong Yongliang. He simply unleashed his strongest technique—the seventh stance of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm!

"Boom!"

Wei Zhao's palm slammed into Zhong Yongliang's chest once more, and powerful fire-attribute true qi burst from his hand! Even an early Heaven-rank expert taking such a blow head-on would surely be gravely wounded—yet Zhong Yongliang was merely sent flying by the strike!

His body hurtled backward as Wei Zhao's true qi exploded outward, sailing off the platform and crashing heavily onto the ground!

"Yes!"

"Oh—"

"Fantastic!"

"Incredible!"

Seeing Zhong Yongliang knocked off the platform by Wei Zhao, the spectators below erupted in cheers! As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement while experts watch the craft. The students gathered here were ordinary people, not cultivators—to their eyes, Wei Zhao had struck Zhong Yongliang down, and that meant victory! And Zhong Yongliang would now have to pay Wei Zhao a thousand yuan as the prize!

Of course, though Zhong Yongliang had been sent flying and lay on the ground, Wei Zhao knew full well that the man had taken no real harm. Apart from the tumble, he was completely unharmed—not a scratch on him!

This left Wei Zhao both helpless and speechless. An early Heaven-rank expert was no match for him, yet a plain cultivator with no real strength like Zhong Yongliang—he could do nothing about him. What kind of tragedy was this?

It seemed the mid-grade Golden Cicada undergarment guarded against the opponent's rank. So long as he had not advanced to Heaven rank, even if he unleashed Heaven-rank martial techniques, his own cultivation was what it was—and he still could not touch Zhong Yongliang!

Though most of the crowd below was cheering, a small handful stood frozen in silence at the sight—namely You Panhu, Huang Mao, Zi Mao, and Li Biaohan!

You Panhu, Huang Mao, and Zi Mao were fine—after taking pills, they were no different from uninjured men. Li Biaohan was another matter: his leg was in a cast, and he sat in a wheelchair looking utterly wretched. In truth, he had come here seeking a bit of comfort by comparison!

Watching others being bullied by Zhong Yongliang lightened his gloom a little. But now, seeing that even Wei Zhao could do nothing to Zhong Yongliang, a powerful fear welled up in his heart!

The same went for You Panhu and the others. Being cultivators, they could naturally tell that Wei Zhao's palm strike was the thirteenth stance of a Heaven-rank technique! They found it strange enough that a mere peak mid-grade Earth-rank expert like Wei Zhao could unleash a thirteenth-stance Heaven-rank technique—but what astonished them far more was that Zhong Yongliang had taken that Heaven-rank thirteenth stance and suffered no injury whatsoever!

That one blow from Wei Zhao was enough to cripple even an early Heaven-rank expert—or one at the peak of early Heaven rank. Yet Zhong Yongliang was completely unscathed; apart from being sent flying off the platform, he seemed to bear no other injury at all!

"Kid, you lost, didn't you? Can't go on, can you? Now you know there's always someone stronger and always a sky beyond the sky, eh?"

"Exactly—hurry up and pay! You swallowed so much money before, it's time to cough some of it back up!"

"Pay up, and make it quick!"

It had to be said—these onlooking students had fixed all their attention on Zhong Yongliang paying up. They did not care why Zhong Yongliang was impervious to blows, nor whether Wei Zhao could do anything about him. They had simply seen Zhong Yongliang lose, and so they demanded he pay!

"I..." Zhong Yongliang was somewhat irritated. He rose to his feet, leaped back onto the platform, and said to Wei Zhao, "No—we fight again. Your conditions were different from anyone else's. Knocking me down doesn't count. You have to beat me outright!"

"What kind of nonsense is that? Have you no honor? You said it yourself—knock you down and I get the thousand yuan. Why is it different now?"

"Exactly. Isn't this cheating people? So eager to collect when you win, and the moment you lose you start changing the terms—isn't that a con?"

"Swindler! This guy's a swindler!"

"Right! Where are the brothers who lost money just now? Let's all go get our refunds together!" The speaker was a physical education student who had just been up on the platform; he was whipping up the others who had lost money to demand it back from Gao Xiaofu!

Sure enough, at his words the rest chimed in, and together they surrounded Gao Xiaofu, saying, "Refund us, now!"

"This... I..." Gao Xiaofu looked at Zhong Yongliang on the platform, at a loss.

"You little punk, you asking for a beating? Swindler! If you don't refund us, we'll beat you up and drag you to the school authorities, tell them you're running a scam on campus cheating your fellow students!" one student said.

"Right—and the school will definitely put a demerit on your record!" another student added.

"Might even expel you!" yet another student piled on.

"Refund them—just refund them!" Zhong Yongliang said helplessly. He really was afraid Gao Xiaofu would suffer. His own invulnerability was real enough, but Gao Xiaofu was not so lucky—if Gao Xiaofu got beaten half to death, how would that end? Refunding the money was a loss of face, true, but it was far better than Gao Xiaofu being beaten up—that would cost him even more face!

"Fine, I'll refund you all!" Gao Xiaofu had no choice. He refunded the money one by one to those who had gone up on the platform, and only then did they let him be.

As for Wei Zhao, he weighed the pros and cons in his mind and said to Zhong Yongliang, "Sorry—if you want a different kind of match, we'll do it another day. I don't have time today!"

With that, Wei Zhao paid Zhong Yongliang no further heed and leaped straight off the platform! He knew himself that he had in fact lost this fight, but the other students did not know that—all they had seen was Wei Zhao winning, striking Zhong Yongliang down!

And so, Zhong Yongliang could not use public opinion to post on the school's BBS forum and force Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu into anything.

"You..." Zhong Yongliang was furious, but seeing Wei Zhao walk away, there was nothing he could do. He could hardly force Wei Zhao to fight, could he?

As for beating Wei Zhao with a stick—that was even less workable. In a place with no witnesses, perhaps, but under all these watchful eyes, people would think he could not afford to lose that thousand yuan and had resorted to violence with an iron rod. That would only hurt him more, so he had no choice but to let it go.

"Gao Xiaofu, where's my thousand yuan?" After stepping down, Wei Zhao went straight to Gao Xiaofu and held out his hand.

"This..." Gao Xiaofu hesitated, glancing at the indignant onlookers beside him. Afraid of a beating, he could only reluctantly take out a thousand yuan and hand it to Wei Zhao.

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