Chapter 2530 — I'm Doing This for Your Own Good

"See, didn't I say so? We just sit back and watch. For now someone else is going to take care of Wei Zhao for us—no need to lift a finger." You Panhu spoke smugly. "Let's go watch too, at noon!"

"Of course we have to go watch!" Kang Zhaolong agreed.

By the time they finished eating it was just about twelve, and a large crowd of students had gathered near the gymnastics platform on the little training ground—the student council had even sent some of its members to keep order.

The school did not forbid sparring between students; it counted as one of the extracurricular activities. Two parties putting on a show on stage—so long as things did not go too far, the school would not interfere. After all, the martial arts club, the boxing club, the taekwondo club and the rest held matches and sparring sessions all the time.

Zhong Yongliang had taken his place on the platform early, while Gao Xiaofu busied himself hanging the banner. Today's banner read "Operation Close Guard"—silly as it looked, on a university campus that was the very byword for romance!

Some people strummed guitars and arranged flower formations beneath the girls' dormitory—wasn't that silly too? But it was romantic. Most such confessions failed, true, yet undeniably some succeeded, moving the goddess of their hearts.

Of course, Zhong Yongliang had done this deliberately, precisely to distinguish today from yesterday—otherwise someone might bring up yesterday's business and accuse him of playing foul, and he would have no good way to explain himself.

"Damn it, it's already twenty past twelve—why isn't Wei Zhao here yet?" Zhong Yongliang checked his watch and muttered, "I bought a watch last year..."

At first, Zhong Yongliang had stood on the platform with his hands clasped behind his back—imposing and dashing indeed. But that depended on Wei Zhao showing up soon. Now Zhong Yongliang had stood up there for over twenty minutes; even if he himself was not tired, the students below were suffering visual fatigue, thinking he looked like an idiot standing there striking poses for his own benefit.

"Brother Liang, wasn't the agreed time half past twelve? There's still ten minutes..." Gao Xiaofu said hastily.

"Hell, if I'd known, I wouldn't have come so early!" Zhong Yongliang was rather glum. He dragged over a chair and plopped himself down, no longer bothering to strike a pose, and waited for Wei Zhao.

But the moment his backside touched the chair, he spotted a figure leaping into view before him! Wei Zhao had arrived—and was now standing on the platform, looking down at Zhong Yongliang seated in the chair.

"Little Liangzi, comfortable, aren't you? Taking a rest before the fight?" Wei Zhao had clearly waited to come up until Zhong Yongliang sat down, no doubt intending to give him a hard time.

"What the hell!" The sight of Wei Zhao nearly made Zhong Yongliang explode with rage. This bastard—he hadn't come while Zhong Yongliang was striking poses, but the moment he sat down, there he was. What was that supposed to mean? Screwing with him for fun?

But then Zhong Yongliang saw that Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had come too and were watching from below the platform, and he was unwilling to lose face by bickering over such pointless matters with Wei Zhao. So he merely rose to his feet and said, "As the host, it's only natural I arrive a bit early. Nothing remarkable about it."

"Heh—then let's begin. How do we compete? You tell me. My time is limited—once I'm done with you, I still have to go back and rest." Wei Zhao smiled, but somehow Zhong Yongliang found that smile utterly begging for a punch.

"The rules are simple. From now until one o'clock, when class starts, we have half an hour. Within half an hour, we fight—whoever beats the other until... mm, until he coughs up blood and can't get up, that counts as victory!" Zhong Yongliang deliberately narrowed the conditions. "It has to be coughing blood, mind you!"

"That's the contest?" Wei Zhao laughed and nodded. "Fine. I'll definitely beat you until you cough blood."

"Uh..." Why did Zhong Yongliang feel that Wei Zhao was utterly unafraid? That shouldn't be. Had he thought up some devastating move? Suddenly Zhong Yongliang thought of Zhang Naipao from before—surely Wei Zhao wasn't planning to use some ultimate technique today? No, that couldn't be—even an ultimate technique would be blocked by his mid-grade Golden Cicada undergarment!

Still, to be safe, Zhong Yongliang added a condition: "Of course, we can't beat each other to death. This is on campus—a death is out of the question."

"Don't worry. If you're afraid of dying, just say so. I'm not stupid enough to kill you with everyone watching." Wei Zhao curled his lip. On school grounds, Wei Zhao naturally could not beat Zhong Yongliang to death! Even in a place with no one around, Wei Zhao could not bring himself to strike a killing blow.

Wei Zhao was no reckless man. His current strength could at best be said to just barely stand against the hidden families. Much stronger than before, yes, but still far below the ancient sects—so for the time being Wei Zhao did not want to provoke anyone from the ancient sects.

"I'm doing this for your own good!" Zhong Yongliang said shamelessly. "All right, let's begin. Everyone bear witness—whoever beats the other until he coughs blood wins! Otherwise, even if you're knocked down a hundred times, it doesn't count!"

Many here had seen the earlier match and knew of Zhong Yongliang's ability—he could be struck, even knocked down, without suffering the slightest injury. So at once they fell to whispering, cursing Zhong Yongliang's lack of decency in private: the man was plainly impervious to blows, yet he proposed such an insane condition!

And Wei Zhao, though he had knocked Zhong Yongliang down yesterday, was still far from beating him until he coughed blood.

But Zhong Yongliang did not care what these people thought—their opinions had nothing to do with him. What he cared about was what Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu thought. When he saw that neither of them showed any aversion to his proposal, his heart instantly relaxed!

It seemed the bond between Gu Mengyao, Shen Yushu, and Wei Zhao was not as rock-solid as he had imagined. Perhaps cracks had appeared among them—which was precisely what had let his plan proceed so smoothly!

It looked as though, so long as he defeated Wei Zhao, replacing him would be an easy matter!

"Then here I go!" Wei Zhao said, and drove a fist straight at Zhong Yongliang!

This time Wei Zhao did not activate any martial technique at all—he struck with nothing but ordinary strength! His current low-grade Golden Cicada undergarment could only defend against attacks from experts below the Earth rank; it could not withstand an Earth-rank expert at all. So as long as Wei Zhao struck him normally, he could cripple Zhong Yongliang.

Had Wei Zhao used a martial technique, Zhong Yongliang would have been finished in a single move. To keep Zhong Yongliang from dying outright, Wei Zhao naturally struck him just like this, with plain force.

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