As the blood flowed into my body, my eyes reddened. I was filled with unwillingness. I was about to defeat Zhao Wente, but because of my carelessness, I had to suffer the corrosion of the Iron Palm. The intense burning sensation would have caused a normal person to faint. Currently, I was holding on with my will. It was as though I could hear a faint sigh echoing in my ears. Master was observing from nearby. She should be disappointed to see me defeated like this, right?
No, I wanted to obtain her recognition, no matter the price I had to pay. However, the pain was slowly dispersing my consciousness. Just as I was about to faint, a man's voice suddenly resounded in my mind. "Do you want to defeat him?"
"Who are you?!" I was shocked. Was this telepathic communication?
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is whether or not you want to defeat him?"
"I want to, but it's too difficult. It's impossible for me to defeat him," I replied without thinking. I didn't know if it was just my imagination or if it really existed.
"How difficult can it be? You just have to give your body to me and I'll beat him up until he's looking for his teeth on the floor," the mysterious voice resounded again.
"Alright."
At this point, I had no other choice. As my consciousness faded, I could obviously feel that my body was no longer under my control. Moreover, I couldn't feel any pain. An abnormally terrifying power surged out of my Dantian like a tide.
Just a moment ago, I was on the verge of death. Suddenly, I stood up with a cold smile on my face, as though I was a cold-blooded butcher.
This kind of overflowing and expanding evil energy was extremely powerful. Even compared to Old Man Zhao, it was even stronger.
"Hey!" No one expected me to be able to stand up again.
"Hmph! He's just struggling at death's door."
"He has no chance of winning after getting hit by the Iron Palm."
In the next moment, my body flew at an unimaginable speed, as though I had teleported. Compared to before, it was a world of difference.
Without waiting for Zhao Wente to react, I threw a punch. The evil power in my body gathered in my arm, giving me a feeling of invincibility. Zhao Wente coldly snorted and couldn't help but dodge. My reaction was even faster, and with a speed that defied common sense, I continued to throw a punch at him.
Zhao Wente was caught off guard and could only use the Iron Palm again. He had the upper hand previously, but in this confrontation, Zhao Wente's power seemed extremely weak.
"Peng!"
A dull thud resounded. Zhao Wente endured the strong power. He had an idea and transferred the power to his legs. but his body moved quickly as though he was being pushed by something.
Seeing that Zhao Wente was about to fall out of the arena, the group of people stared with their eyes wide open. Grandpa Zhao had specially emphasized the rules that whoever got out of the arena first would be the loser.
Without waiting for them to react, I moved again. I grabbed Zhao Wente's shoulder and pulled him back. Zhao Wente was like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow. His face was filled with disbelief. But the first thing he wanted to do was counterattack. The evil power in my body was like an endless river that enveloped his body. Instantly, Zhao Wente lost the ability to resist. It was an extreme pressure.
"You, you …" Zhao Wente's eyes widened. I threw one punch after another at his handsome face.
"Who asked you to be arrogant? Who asked you to act pretentiously? What kind of bullsh * t genius are you? I will beat you up so badly that even your father won't be able to recognize you."
I burst out in anger. In the past half a month, I had been under pressure from all sides. I didn't know what had just happened. My body appeared for a short period of time. I even had the urge to kill him, but I suppressed it in time. If someone were to die in front of so many people, it would be hard to control the situation. If I didn't handle it well, I might even be charged with murder. That wasn't what I wanted to see.
"Hiss."
The group of people around me all took a deep breath. If it was said that they felt sorry for me before, then at this moment, it had become extreme shock.
It should be known that when Zhao Wente flew out of the arena, it meant that I had won. But I wasn't satisfied with the so-called victory. Instead, I dragged him back to vent my long-accumulated unhappiness.
The person who was beaten up by me wasn't a clown, but the number one genius of the Zhao family!
This great change made them stunned for a long time.
"Am I dreaming?"
"Oh my god, Zhao Wente is being pressed on the ground?"
"Damn it. Is Zhao Wente too weak or is Zhuang Feng too strong?"
"Are you stupid?
Senior Brother Zhao is the number one genius of Yuncheng. If he is weak, you can all go eat sh * t. "
For a moment, the martial arts club was in a mess. Even Grandpa Zhao, who had always been calm, changed his expression. He found a problem. Zhao Wente seemed to be bewitched and had no room to fight back.
"Stop."
Grandpa Zhao shouted. His buzzing voice was filled with majesty, but I didn't stop, as if I didn't hear him.
"Continue acting cool. Aren't you the number one genius? Aren't you good at fighting?
Do you like to bully people with your power? "
I scolded. Following the respectful gazes of the crowd, I continued to beat him up. This kind of carefree feeling was too wonderful for words.
"I told you to stop, don't you understand!" Old man Zhao was furious to the extreme. He kicked with both feet, jumped into the air, and swept towards me.
This was his Zhao family's territory. My sudden counterattack caught them off guard. Now that I kept beating Zhao Wente, it was like slapping the Zhao family's face in front of the people of Yuncheng's upper class. It was obvious that this had touched Grandpa Zhao's bottom line.
The speed he displayed was completely disproportionate to his age. However, the evil power in my body didn't dissipate. My senses were also raised to an unparalleled level.
I waved my fist and went head to head with Grandpa Zhao's. "Peng."
A loud sound spread out. It seemed like the entire arena was shaking. I felt my arm go slightly numb, but it wasn't a big deal. On the contrary, Grandpa Zhao was forced back and barely managed to stabilize himself.
His pupils constricted. Shock was written all over his face. "How is this possible? You are only at the early stage of Clear Jing. Even a Middle Stage Negative Jing expert might not be able to block that punch!"
"Hua."
If they were just shocked before, then at this moment, it became unprecedented shock. That's right. Zhao Wente was a rare genius. However, after my body changed, he didn't have a chance to fight back. Even the backbone of the Zhao family, Grandpa Zhao, didn't have any advantage. He was a Middle Stage Negative Jing expert.