Chapter 3505 — Zhong Yongliang's Trump Card

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!

The golden dragon aura he summoned was not only boundless in power but carried with it an overwhelming pressure that seized the heart! Think of how mighty a dragon's coercion was—in legend, the dragon was king of all kings; otherwise, the emperors of old could never have called themselves true dragon sons of heaven!

This aura could make cultivators tremble before him, as though a towering mountain loomed in front of them! Before Zhong Yongliang, any cultivator of even slightly weaker resolve would be frightened to their knees! Even those of formidable will could not circulate their heart-method mantras!

After all, a dragon's coercion was no joke! As the golden dragon aura surged forth, Pin Liang could already picture how Wei Zhao would be groveling at his feet!

For the onlookers gathered nearby were already beginning to tremble—let alone Wei Zhao, who faced him head-on!

"Thud!" "Thud!"

The first to fall to their knees was not Wei Zhao, but several of Zhong Yongliang's lackeys. Apart from Zhang Naihui, the Invincible Fist Master, Dongfang Badao, Lou Taixie, and Tu Xiaoshou all dropped to the ground one after another, shaking from head to toe, not daring to look Zhong Yongliang in the eye!

Zhang Naihui, however, cultivated the same heart method as Zhong Yongliang, and could absorb any poison, true qi, or energy—including coercion! So apart from some difficulty in dissolving the pressure, Zhang Naihui was none the worse for wear before Zhong Yongliang.

Wang Xinyan and Han Jingyi, on the other hand, though they too felt a profound sense of dread, for some reason did not fall to their knees.

"Crack!"

Zhong Yongliang's soft whip lashed out—and was caught directly in Wei Zhao's hand. Wei Zhao glanced at Zhong Yongliang and said mildly, "What is this thing? Kind of fun? Is it a sparkler?"

"Gah!" Zhong Yongliang's eyes went wide, staring at Wei Zhao in astonishment! Wei Zhao had not been cowed by his coercion at all—instead he had grabbed his heaven-tier divine weapon right out of the air! What kind of logic was this?

Impossible! His Mad Dragon's Fury worked on any cultivator—so long as one was a cultivator, one would surely feel his coercion, unless the other party was no cultivator at all.

But Wei Zhao was a cultivator—a top-tier one at that. How could Mad Dragon's Fury, which had never failed him, have no effect on Wei Zhao?

One had to understand: though Mad Dragon's Fury looked spectacular, its attack power was actually not great. Its main purpose was to intimidate the opponent—once the opponent's psychological defenses crumbled, you could hit them however you pleased, couldn't you?

"How come you're fine?" Zhong Yongliang asked, staring at Wei Zhao in amazement.

"What do you mean, how come I'm fine? Is something wrong with you? You set off a firecracker to scare people—and I'm supposed to be affected? I thought you'd gone to the Tomorrow-and-Tomorrow Sect and gotten smarter, but you're still just as dumb. Your strength falls short, so you start trying to scare people!" Wei Zhao said coolly.

"Impossible! Just you wait! Waaaah—" Zhong Yongliang roared, and behind him a dragon totem phantom suddenly blazed into being. This was the Dragon Totem, the ultimate heart method of the Mad Dragon Divine Art! (One update Saturday.) RS