35: Chapter 35 Zhao Zilong Battles a Third-Rank Martial Artist! (Part 2)

Zhao Zilong actually agreed. Cai Wenjing was completely shocked; in her view, it was impossible for Zhao Zilong to agree.

Did he get kicked in the head by a donkey?

Li Kai, Zhang Da, Zhou Jie, and Wu Chuan all widened their eyes, faces filled with disbelief. Zhao Zilong had actually agreed—was he looking to get beaten up?

Just because Wang Shan provoked him with a few words, he agreed? Had Zhao Zilong lost his head to impulse?

Ge Yun had originally thought Zhao Zilong would refuse, and then he would have to fulfill the bet, kowtow to apologize to Zhao Zilong, and work under him in the future.

Although he was unwilling, a loss was a loss, and he had to accept it.

As it turned out, Zhao Zilong agreed.

He was actually quite happy; this way, he wouldn't have to work for Zhao Zilong, which was a good thing.

"Zhao Zilong, I was originally going to fulfill the bet. This was your own decision, so it has nothing to do with me, Ge Yun."

Ge Yun spoke, his expression inevitably becoming somewhat relaxed.

Zhao Zilong looked at Ge Yun and said, "Your bet will still be fulfilled."

Ge Yun paused slightly and asked, "Zhao Zilong, do you mean you can take ten moves from Banner Master Wang?"

Zhao Zilong replied, "Otherwise, why would this Banner Master agree?"

Ge Yun hadn't expected Zhao Zilong to be so arrogant. He was only a First-Grade Martial Artist; how could he take ten moves from Wang Shan, a Third-Rank Martial Artist?

He himself was a Second-Grade Martial Artist, but he could only barely take ten moves from Wang Shan.

Zhao Zilong's words once again stirred up some of Ge Yun's anger. Having lost the bet earlier, he was already feeling resentful, and now he needed to vent.

He said, "Since Banner Master Zhao is so confident, how about we make another bet?"

Zhao Zilong smiled faintly and said, "Alright, what do you want to bet this time?"

Ge Yun thought for a moment and said, "You name it, I'll agree to anything."

Zhao Zilong said, "This time, let's bet five hundred taels of silver, how about that?"

"Good."

Ge Yun was overjoyed. Not only would he not have to fulfill the previous bet, but he would also earn five hundred taels of silver. Was he, Ge Yun, about to get lucky?

You have to know that five hundred taels of silver was nearly three years of his salary.

Seeing Zhao Zilong make another bet with Ge Yun, Cai Wenjing shook her head helplessly. However, it wasn't the right time to say anything, and five hundred taels of silver was really nothing to Zhao Zilong, who had suddenly come into a fortune, so if he lost, he lost.

It was just that Cai Wenjing was somewhat disappointed by Zhao Zilong's impulsive behavior.

Why was he so imprudent?

Li Kai, Zhang Da, Zhou Jie, and Wu Chuan—the people from the Third Banner—all shook their heads helplessly. With those five hundred taels of silver, wouldn't it have been better to treat them to a few more rounds of drinks?

Why give it away to Ge Yun for nothing?

Wang Shan looked smug; Zhao Zilong was practically handing over his head on a platter.

"Banner Master Zhao, since that's the case, let's begin."

Wang Shan spoke, looking as though victory was already in his grasp.

Although Zhao Zilong was aware of the gap between a Second-Grade Martial Artist and a Third-Rank Martial Artist, for some unknown reason, he felt an inexplicable confidence that he could take ten moves from Wang Shan.

Zhao Zilong gripped his official saber and walked to the center of the Third Banner's courtyard, and Wang Shan followed.

The two stood in a standoff, separated by about three meters.

The crowd split into two sides to watch.

Cai Wenjing stood in front of the building, her face sullen, brows slightly furrowed.

"Banner Master Wang, if there are no issues, we can begin."

Zhao Zilong said firmly, showing not a hint of cowardice.

This aura made it seem as if he could actually win.

Wang Shan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Wait a moment."

Just as Zhao Zilong was slightly stunned, he heard Wang Shan shout, "Ge Yun, catch!"

He had actually tossed his official saber to Ge Yun.

Ge Yun caught it.

"Banner Master Wang, what is the meaning of this?"

Zhao Zilong asked, surprised.

Wang Shan chuckled and said, "Banner Master Zhao, to deal with you, I, Wang, don't need a saber. My fists are enough."

"Banner Master Wang, are you looking down on me, Zhao Zilong? If you lose, you won't go back on your word, right?"

Being looked down upon by Wang Shan made Zhao Zilong feel uncomfortable.

Wang Shan said, "Banner Master Zhao, rest assured. This is my own decision. If I lose, that is my own affair, and I will not deny it. However, I must tell you, Banner Master Zhao, that even if I only use one hand, you still won't win."

"Alright, Banner Master Zhao, if you have no further questions, let's begin. The sooner we fight, the sooner we finish, so everyone can go back to their business and not waste time here."

Zhao Zilong said, "Since Banner Master Wang is so confident, then I, Zhao, will not stand on ceremony."

As Zhao Zilong said this, he drew his saber, the blade flashing with a silver gleam.

Wang Shan set his stance, let out a loud shout, and took the initiative to attack.

Wang Shan was very fast. Although he couldn't compare to Ning Hongxiu and Cai Wenjing, those two Sixth-Rank Martial Artists, he was still very fast compared to Zhao Zilong.

In an instant, Wang Shan closed the distance to Zhao Zilong and threw a heavy punch.

Wang Shan's punch was fast. The moment it was thrown, the wind whistled as it headed straight for Zhao Zilong's chest.

Zhao Zilong's eyes narrowed: "Such fast speed."

He didn't have time to do anything else and could only dodge to the side. Although he avoided his chest, he was struck on the shoulder by Wang Shan's punch.

This punch was powerful and heavy; it hurt a lot when it hit his shoulder.

Zhao Zilong was knocked back four or five steps, his body swaying before he finally steadied himself.

"Banner Master Zhao, you can't even block one move from this Banner Master. I think it would be better to just admit defeat. Otherwise, fists and feet have no eyes, and it wouldn't be good if I, Wang, injured you."

Wang Shan was very smug.

Seeing this, scenes of Zhao Zilong handing him money appeared in Ge Yun's mind, and a smile subconsciously spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The people from the Second Banner were also very happy, their mouths curled in smiles, looking at Zhao Zilong as if he were a clown.

Cai Wenjing shook her head helplessly.

Li Kai, Zhang Da, Zhou Jie, and Wu Chuan couldn't help but sigh.

This bet shouldn't have been accepted in the first place. Now, it was completely asking for a beating.

"Banner Master Wang, you are happy a bit too early. I haven't lost yet."

Zhao Zilong snorted in a low voice, staring intently at Wang Shan.

Wang Shan said, "Then I, Wang, will beat you until you, Banner Master Zhao, beg for mercy."

He raised his fist and attacked again.

Zhao Zilong dared not be careless. He stared closely at Wang Shan, watching him raise his fist and attack.

Suddenly, his eyes saw only Wang Shan. The scene from last night, watching the battle between Cai Wenjing and Ning Hongxiu, appeared once again.

In his mind, a phantom image of himself fighting Wang Shan appeared.

At this moment, seeing Wang Shan attacking him, his mind actually simulated Wang Shan's next attacking moves in advance.

This startled Zhao Zilong.

Furthermore, the phantom of Wang Shan in his mind also showed his meridians, and dozens of red dots appeared on them.

"These must all be Wang Shan's fatal points."

A trace of coldness spilled from the corner of Zhao Zilong's mouth.

As long as he hit any one of those fatal points, it would be enough to make Wang Shan suffer.

He had just taken a punch from Wang Shan, and it hurt a lot.

But it was only pain.

If he used even one-tenth of the force Wang Shan just used to hit one of his fatal points, Wang Shan would definitely be seriously injured.

This was the disadvantage of fatal points.

Many martial artists would try their best to hide their fatal points, and during cultivation, they would use all their strength to break through those fatal points to eliminate such hidden dangers.

It was just a pity that Wang Shan was a Third-Rank Martial Artist and hadn't yet eliminated many of his fatal points.

"Whoosh!"

Wang Shan's fist struck through the air, attacking towards Zhao Zilong's chest again. However, this time Zhao Zilong had already anticipated it and had long since formulated a route to dodge.

Although Wang Shan's speed was faster than his, because of the prior anticipation, he successfully dodged, and Wang Shan's fist brushed past the lapel of Zhao Zilong's chest.

Wang Shan was shocked, his brows furrowing; Zhao Zilong had actually evaded it.

It was somewhat hard to accept.

After Zhao Zilong evaded the punch, he acted in advance based on the attacking route of Wang Shan's phantom in his mind.

Just as Wang Shan's arm swung over horizontally, although Zhao Zilong didn't have time to attack with his saber, he brought his fingers together like a sword and struck precisely at the Zhongji point on Wang Shan's arm.

Zhao Zilong had used his full strength. The instant he struck, Wang Shan let out a painful cry.

His entire arm hurt terribly, and it instantly went numb, unable to move.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Zilong slashed down with his saber, aiming straight for Wang Shan's face.

Wang Shan was startled and instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He exerted force through his feet, and his whole body retreated rapidly.

However, although this saber strike didn't hit Wang Shan, because Zhao Zilong had anticipated it, it was still terrifying; the tip of the blade grazed across Wang Shan's face.

Wang Shan could feel the chill from the tip of the blade.

Wang Shan retreated, opening up distance between himself and Zhao Zilong, staring at him in disbelief.

Zhao Zilong also stared at Wang Shan, a trace of a disdainful smile on his face as he said, "Banner Master Wang, if this is all the skill you have, I suggest we stop fighting. You should just admit defeat to avoid any accidents, lest I, Zhao, accidentally injure you."

"We are all colleagues; it's awkward to see each other every day if things get ugly."

"You..."

Wang Shan was enraged by Zhao Zilong's contempt; the veins on his forehead bulged.

He subconsciously tried to raise his right arm, but his entire arm was now terribly numb and couldn't be lifted at all.

"Banner Master Wang, your arm is temporarily useless. What will you use to fight me next? Admit defeat."

Zhao Zilong was even more smug.

His cheat was quite powerful.

Not only could he cultivate in his dreams, but he could also see his opponent's attacking routes and fatal points. For him, this was a weapon for battle.

With such a cheat, it wasn't just about a Second-Grade Martial Artist taking ten moves from a Third-Rank Martial Artist; defeating a Third-Rank Martial Artist didn't seem like a difficult task either.

Although he was saying that Wang Shan should admit defeat, in his heart, he was thinking that it would be best if Wang Shan kept fighting him; he wanted to defeat Wang Shan and establish his prestige once and for all.

He wanted to let those who had looked down on him before know that he, Zhao Zilong, was not trash; on the contrary, he was terrifyingly strong.

"I didn't expect Zhao Zilong to have actually reached the level of a Second-Grade Martial Artist!"

Because of the move he just made, the circulation of his blood and qi revealed that Zhao Zilong was a Second-Grade Martial Artist, and Cai Wenjing was full of surprise.

Furthermore, Zhao Zilong had just struck with two fingers and rendered Wang Shan's arm useless. Cai Wenjing couldn't help but think that Zhao Zilong must also be able to see Wang Shan's fatal points.

"What terrifying martial arts talent!"

Cai Wenjing murmured in shock, her eyes full of brilliance as she looked at Zhao Zilong.