Chapter 2531 — Vomiting Blood

The moment Zhong Yongliang took Wei Zhao's punch, his face contorted in agony, and he stared at Wei Zhao in utter shock and horror!

"You... you... how is that possible? How could you possibly hurt me?" Zhong Yongliang cried out in alarm.

"Is that supposed to be a question? You stand there and let me hit you—of course it hurts. Does that seem unreasonable to you?" Wei Zhao shot back.

"But..." Before Zhong Yongliang could even finish his question, Wei Zhao's fist came crashing over again!

"Bang!"

"Aaargh—" Zhong Yongliang let out a miserable shriek, staggered back two steps, and plopped down onto the ground.

Though Zhong Yongliang wore a low-grade golden cicada undergarment, it was useless against Wei Zhao. So even a casual swing of Wei Zhao's fist could reduce Zhong Yongliang to wailing for his mother and father. After all, the golden cicada undergarment was supposed to defend strictly according to the level of true qi discharged in a strike: no matter how formidable the move, so long as the true qi power was below the Earth Rank, the garment would block it normally.

Conversely, even the lightest swing of a fist carrying Earth-Rank true qi would render the low-grade golden cicada undergarment powerless to defend—and that was precisely Zhong Yongliang's situation now.

Wei Zhao walked over and gave Zhong Yongliang's backside another kick, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Zhong Yongliang scrambled up from the ground and stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief. "You... aren't you an Earth-Rank expert?"

Wei Zhao ignored him. This time he aimed a kick squarely at Zhong Yongliang's crotch. Zhong Yongliang howled in agony once more, clutching his family jewels as he dropped to his knees, shrieking and breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Wei Zhao... you're despicable! Cheap shots aren't allowed!" Gao Xiaofu shouted the moment he saw Zhong Yongliang get the worst of it.

"Cheap shots? What are you talking about? We agreed earlier—so long as one side makes the other vomit blood, that's it. Nobody said you couldn't fight like this." Bai Weituo had come over to watch the fight too, and he rebutted him outright.

Gao Xiaofu's mouth snapped shut at once, and he was left somewhat speechless.

Zhong Yongliang wailed for a good while before finally clutching himself and climbing to his feet. "Wei Zhao, you... are you a Heaven-Rank expert?"

"Bang!"

Another kick was the answer. This one caught Zhong Yongliang square in the head. It was not enough to kill him, but it left him dazed and reeling, stars bursting before his eyes.

Before Zhong Yongliang could even react, Wei Zhao gave him another ferocious round of kicks. Wei Zhao had no intention of beating him to death—making him suffer was simply too easy. The sight of this creature disgusted Wei Zhao. True, he did like Gu Mengyao, but this man's mind had already twisted to a warped and extreme degree.

He was capable of kidnapping—rape was the only thing left. How could Wei Zhao possibly sympathize with someone like that? Had he been as normal as Chen Yutian or Wu Chengtian, Wei Zhao would not have minded giving him a fair chance to compete and then accept defeat. But this creature was not normal, and so Wei Zhao could only deal with him by abnormal means.

"Aaooow, aaooow, aaooow..." Zhong Yongliang set up a chorus of ghostly howls. Though Wei Zhao had not admitted anything, Zhong Yongliang was already forming his guesses. Either his golden cicada undergarment had stopped working, or Wei Zhao had become a Heaven-Rank expert!

But either guess seemed a little too unrealistic. Zhong Yongliang could not accept either of them.

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?"

"You've gotta be kidding me—what a fixed match!"

"He's vomiting blood and he still wins?"

"Are you serious? Even behind-the-scenes manipulation has its limits. Do you take everyone for blind, or just stupid?"