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