Chapter 2532 — Another Round
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"The reason I lost is that I wasn't using a weapon! That black iron rod is my ultimate weapon. I was tricked by you before into putting it up as stakes—but if I wield it as a weapon, I could absolutely beat you!" Zhong Yongliang was not actually thinking any such thing. What he had thought before was this: there was no way Wei Zhao could make him vomit blood even if Wei Zhao tired himself to the point of spitting blood over half a quarter-hour, so there was no need for any black iron rod. And besides, beating Wei Zhao with an iron cudgel in front of the whole crowd, the way he had thrashed You Panhu and Zhong Yongliang—that would be far too bloody. The school would surely intervene, and it would be an unearned victory besides. So Zhong Yongliang had simply not used it.
But who could have known that Wei Zhao would suddenly be able to break through his mid-grade golden cicada undergarment? Zhong Yongliang was shocked and furious. In his desperation, he could not care about all that anymore—if he did not act now, Shen Yushu would give up on him entirely. He could only charge down a risky path and play the rogue once more.
"Oh. So it seems that if I don't fight you again, you'll never accept it, is that it?" Wei Zhao turned and looked at Zhong Yongliang, asking mildly.
"Naturally. Before, you were the one attacking me—this time it's my turn to attack you!" Zhong Yongliang said.
"Very well, then. Since you want another beating, I'll oblige you." Wei Zhao leaped up once more and vaulted onto the arena, then tossed the black iron rod to Zhong Yongliang. "Here. What are the rules this time?"
"The rules this time are: whoever begs for mercy first loses. How's that?" With the black iron rod in hand, Zhong Yongliang was confident he could make Wei Zhao beg for mercy! After all, had it not gone exactly that way with You Panhu and Zhao Qibing?
"Oh, fine by me. But what are the stakes this time?" Wei Zhao asked.
"Same as before. If I win, I take your place as Yaoyao's personal bodyguard. And if you win, you take this black iron rod away with you!" Zhong Yongliang said.
"Did you take the wrong medicine? This black iron rod is already mine—I was just loaning it to you out of pity. Did you really think it was yours?" Wei Zhao looked at Zhong Yongliang with a cold sneer.
"That..." Zhong Yongliang was taken aback. Thinking it over, that really was how it stood. So he said, "Then... I don't have any treasures left to stake against you. What do you propose?"
"How about this: if you lose, you declare on this arena that you've lost and will stop pestering Gu Mengyao. How's that?" Wei Zhao asked.
"No! Absolutely not!" Zhong Yongliang hesitated, then his stance turned surprisingly firm. "A man may be killed, but not humiliated. I cannot accept that condition!"
"..." Wei Zhao was momentarily at a loss for words. He had not expected Zhong Yongliang to have at least a shred of principle.
"How about this instead—if I lose, I leave this place?" Zhong Yongliang was playing a trick here. He would leave—but he had not said he would never come back.
"Fine." How could Wei Zhao fail to hear the loophole in his words? But he could not be bothered to quibble over it. The sooner the fight was done, the sooner it was settled. Had Kang Jinglong's guarantee been worth any more than a fart? Even if Zhong Yongliang gave his word, Wei Zhao would have no recourse if he chose to go back on it. A man without shame is invincible, after all!
"Shall we start, then?" Zhong Yongliang asked.
"Yes. Let's begin!" Wei Zhao nodded.