Chapter 2536 — Malfunctioning Again
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"Broken legs? Then I'll give you a taste of what broken legs feel like!" Zhao Qibing drove his fist straight into Zhong Yongliang's face with a thunderous bang, and blood sprayed from Zhong Yongliang's nose! The sight only fired Zhao Qibing up further. Ha, so this was what an Earth-rank fighter could do—before, he had not been able to do a thing to Zhong Yongliang, and now, barely at the early Earth rank himself, one punch had drawn blood. The gap in strength was no joke!
"I... I'm bleeding?" Zhong Yongliang went pale with shock. He wiped his face, saw the bright red on his hand, and could scarcely believe it. Was he not supposed to be able to block every attack from any cultivator below the Heaven rank? How could he fail to withstand a single punch from Zhao Qibing?
And the searing pain in his face was no illusion—it was deep and real, so sharp it nearly brought him to tears.
"Bang!"
Zhao Qibing paid him no mind and slapped him again. After the humiliation Zhong Yongliang had put him through, he was not about to let this chance for revenge slip by. He could not beat Zhong Yongliang too viciously, not to the point of killing him, but leaving him crippled was well within bounds.
"Awooo—" Zhong Yongliang howled again. "It hurts, it hurts so much..."
"Bang!"
"Ah, I'm going to die of pain..."
"Bang!"
"Stop hitting me..."
"Bang!"
"You... you're a Heaven-rank fighter? You've advanced to the Heaven rank too?"
"Bang!"
"Ah, my leg, my leg is broken..."
"Bang!"
"Ah... I've blacked out..."
After giving Zhong Yongliang a thorough thrashing and finally venting his pent-up anger, Zhao Qibing got into his car, light of heart, humming a little tune as he drove off: "Medicine, medicine, check it out, electric cannon and flying kick, one full set..."
Gao Xiaofu was no cultivator; he could only stand there helplessly, unable to lend a hand. Only after Zhao Qibing had gone did he hurry to help Zhong Yongliang up, and he asked timidly, "Brother Liang, how are you? Please don't die on me..."
"Fuck, are you cursing me? Wei Zhao couldn't beat me to death—you think a Zhao Qibing could?" Zhong Yongliang snapped back in a fury.
"But, you just blacked out a moment ago..." Gao Xiaofu said cautiously.
"If I hadn't blacked out, would he have stopped? He'd have beaten me to death..." Zhong Yongliang staggered up from the ground. His leg was not broken, but the bone was cracked; Zhao Qibing still knew his limits and had not dared to get too carried away.
"So that's how it was..." Gao Xiaofu looked at the sorry state of Zhong Yongliang. "Brother Liang, why has your undershirt malfunctioned again?"
"Who knows? This thing seems to fail selectively, and intermittently. It failed me in front of Wei Zhao, it worked again in front of Right Panhu, and now it's failed again..." Doubt was creeping into Zhong Yongliang's own mind. If Wei Zhao had advanced to the Heaven rank, he could just about believe it—but Zhao Qibing advancing to the Heaven rank? Was that even possible? Had he taken Qi-gathering Pills?
"Then what do we do now..." Gao Xiaofu asked cautiously.
"Back to the Tomorrow-Alliance sect, right now. I don't want to spend another minute in this place." Zhong Yongliang climbed into the car and ordered Gao Xiaofu.
"Yes..." Gao Xiaofu nodded hurriedly, got in, started the engine, and they sped off in a cloud of dust.
After beating Zhong Yongliang, Zhao Qibing was in high spirits and felt like tearing around the streets for a few laps. His racing skills were really something—most professional drivers were no match for him. He had taken a cheap shot in a race once before, and had not raced since.
But before he could find a stretch of road fit for racing, his phone rang.
"Grandfather?" Zhao Qibing was a little surprised. The number was the one in his grandfather's study, and his grandfather did not often call the younger members of the Zhao family of his own accord—so something important must be afoot.