Nine Hundred Cycles of Creation and Destruction? Easily Dealing with Jia Zhengliang

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Chulan began to discuss the cooperation between Mount Longhu Feng Family.

Meanwhile, Tian Jinzhong, sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the two lively characters in front of him with a smile.

By this time, Tian Jinzhong had already been cured by Wu Tong. His only purpose in pretending to be disabled was to confuse the public and avoid alerting the enemy.

After all, he had already learned from Zhang Chulan the true purpose of Quanxing's ascent to the mountain.

The real purpose of those guys coming here wasn't for any of the Eight Wonders, but for the secret hidden in their heads.

Therefore, in order to prevent Quanxing from abandoning their plan to attack the mountain after learning that Tian Jinzhong had recovered.

After discussing it for a day, the older generation finally decided to have Tian Jinzhong pretend to be disabled in order to cover their tracks.

Once the Grand Rite of Luo Tian concludes, the Quanxing is resolved, and cooperation is established with the state, then Tian Jinzhong, Zhang Huaiyi, and Zuo Ruotong— these crippled and dead individuals—can openly appear before the world.

After all, by then, those guys in the Anomalous Human World probably won't dare to be too presumptuous.

After all, with the country as their backing, any force will carefully consider its own capabilities before taking action.

As for why a person with all four limbs can pretend to be disabled and not be noticed by others.

This was, of course, because of the Daoist robe he was wearing.

It must be said that although the Daoist robe looks very simple, it is very convenient to hide something, because the wide sleeves are enough to cover the whole body.

In this way, as long as Tian Jinzhong wants to hide, as long as he keeps his hands and feet still, the way he looks in the wheelchair is basically the same as the way he used to look when he was disabled.

Even Gong Qing, the Quanxing agent who had been serving him, failed to notice anything amiss with Tian Jinzhong.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Tian Jinzhong's eyes:

'Xiao Yuzi, you really are something else...'

Well...

Fortunately, it's all coming to an end.

The audience members on stage had different thoughts.

However, the battle Arena continued.

"Brother, I feel like you're just kidding me."

Jia Zhengliang manipulated the throwing knives, he watched Wu Tong struggle for a long time without success and couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

Every single time.

Every time his throwing knife approached Wu Tong's body, just when he thought he was about to hit Wu Tong and expose his weakness, he would...

There will always be a Tang Blade, like a gazelle leaping from a tree, appearing from an unexpected place and shattering his idea.

In response to Jia Zhengliang's complaints, Wu Tong laughed and said, "How could that be? I've racked my brains to deal with your attacks."

I don't believe you for a second, you little rascal.

Seeing Wu Tong's calm and composed movements, Jia Zhengliang couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Forget it, since even twelve throwing knives can't take him down, there's no point in continuing. Let's just use the last move.

Having regained his composure, Jia Zhengliang raised his head again, looked directly at Wu Tong, and said solemnly:

"Alright, brother, since even my twelve Flying Daggers of Immortal Slaughter can't take you down, let's not waste any more time and settle this with a single blow."

"I have one more move. If you can withstand that, I'll just admit defeat."

This is...

Has the defense been breached?

Wait a minute? I didn't use much force, so how did my defense break through?

Wu Tong, who had no self-awareness whatsoever, watched Jia Zhengliang, who was fighting well but suddenly stopped, and muttered to himself.

However, Jia Zhengliang ignored Wu Tong's confusion and said directly, "Be careful, brother."

Then, Jia Zhengliang gently waved his hand, and the twelve Flying Daggers of Immortal Slaughter beside Wu Tong immediately flew back to Jia Zhengliang's side, hovering around his body.

Looking at his formidable opponent (Wu Tong) in front of him, Jia Zhengliang immediately mobilized the Qi within his body.

Suddenly, a special kind of Qi surged out from Jia Zhengliang's body and clung to the surface of the twelve flying knives.

This layer of Qi is Jia Zhengliang's trump card!

This layer of Qi has only one function: to directly separate friction, reducing the resistance of an object in the air to almost zero.

In this way, the Flying Daggers of Immortal Slaughter controlled by Jia Zhengliang can reach its maximum speed under the influence of this layer of Qi.

Only...

Because the throwing knife was moving too fast, Jia Zhengliang was unable to control it to change direction.

In addition, the energy expenditure was too great, so for Jia Zhengliang now, this move was a true blow.

'Come on, let this strike end our battle.'

This time, it's either you who gets hurt, or I lose.

Jia Zhengliang took a deep breath, then raised his voice and shouted.

"Nine Hundred Cycles of Creation and Destruction."

As soon as he finished speaking, twelve throwing knives sliced through the air at an incredibly terrifying speed, flying towards Wu Tong.

Wu Tong watched Jia Zhengliang's movements and the twelve flying knives hurtling towards him silently, her eyes showing no emotion, but her heart was filled with disappointment.

Sigh, it's a one-hit wonder, looks like there's no point in playing anymore.

Well, I've done my activities anyway, so let's call it a day.

Thinking of this, Wu Tong lost all interest in continuing the game.

After discarding the knife in his left hand, Wu Tong held the knife in his right hand and casually slashed forward.

In an instant, a flash of light appeared, and a crescent-shaped blade of energy instantly took shape, hurtling towards the twelve flying knives in front.

A cold, sharp blade, like a waning moon, slashed through the sky, stirring up a sandstorm wherever it passed.

Splash—

With a dazzling flash of light, the blade and twelve throwing knives vanished simultaneously from the Arena.

Puff--

As he felt the twelve Flying Daggers of Immortal Slaughter vanish in an instant, Jia Zhengliang coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Before he fainted, Jia Zhengliang gave Wu Tong a look that was full of fury, as if to say: Damn it, you were really acting.

The twelve Flying Daggers of Immortal Slaughter, which Jia Zhengliang had nurtured with his own Qi since childhood, were intimately connected to him.

Losing one or two games might have some backlash, but it's not a big deal.

However, the backlash from losing all twelve Flying Daggers of Immortal Slaughter at the same time caused Jia Zhengliang to fall into a coma.

At this moment, the referee glanced at Jia Zhengliang, who was unconscious in the arena, and Wu Tong, who was still leisurely.

The situation on the field was immediately clear, and he promptly announced: