It seemed, perhaps, possibly, that what I'd revealed to Yuan Ting about Garbage Theory had caused Centurion considerable distress.
Zhang Yuanqing considered himself fairly familiar with Fu Qingyang. Although Money Prince arrogantly regarded all heroes under heaven as garbage, his magnanimity was still commendable. Besides, he held Zhang Yuanqing in high regard. Simply revealing the contents of Garbage Theory shouldn't have made Money Prince this angry.
The most likely explanation was that Fu Qingyang had suffered a major loss because of it, which was why he had come to settle the score with him.
On the surface, it was a spar. In truth, he wanted to beat him up.
Zhang Yuanqing was a man who cared about his reputation. He couldn't tolerate a video of himself getting utterly crushed by Fu Qingyang spreading through the world, so he immediately bowed and shouted:
"Centurion's divine prowess is unmatched. This subordinate's cultivation is shallow, and I know I cannot contend with Centurion. I willingly admit defeat."
That was no fun. White Dragon and the others watched Yuanshi Tianzun surrender without a shred of backbone, feeling deeply disappointed.
Given Centurion's appreciation for him, he would probably let the matter go.
To their surprise, Fu Qingyang merely looked down at him coldly, unmoved. "So, you want to lie there and let me beat you up?"
Zhang Yuanqing sucked in a breath. Centurion had suffered a bigger loss than I imagined. I'm done for—getting beaten up today is unavoidable. But the feedback from my facial reading clearly told me to face this positively.
Admit your mistakes, and stand at attention when you get hit?
Fu Qingyang continued:
"I won't take advantage of you. I won't use any skills above Level 4, nor any items. I'll also suppress my physical condition to Level 4 as much