What Kind of Person Does That?!

The azure eyes beneath the mask instantly turned into plum-red catlike pupils, but soon returned to normal.

"Referee, what are you standing around for? Announce the result."

At his reminder, the referee, who had been standing there dumbstruck, snapped out of it and hurriedly shouted, "The match is over! The winner is Liu Guanyi!"

Wang Zhuo turned and left the arena, repeatedly clenching and unclenching his right hand, seemingly adjusting to the new changes in his body.

The feeling was subtle and strange. Even looking at people now came with a hint of the aroma of meat.

Sigh, I really am becoming less and less human.

Wang Ai immediately vaulted down from the stands and examined his precious grandson's injuries, channeling true qi into his body to check them.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness. Just broken bones. Nothing wrong with his brain."

The head of the Wang family let out a long breath. After that almost inhuman torture, a few broken bones were nothing at all.

"Someone from up there... why would they come down here... could Nadutong..."

"I can't touch the rich and powerful, but surely I can still swallow that brat Zhang Chulan whole..."

He muttered a few words and left with the medical staff.

"All that screaming, and that's all the damage there was." Lu Jin snorted, though inwardly he felt some admiration for this young man.

He had actually honed ordinary martial arts to the realm of a grandmaster, with extraordinarily precise control.

His earlier impression of the man as vicious faded considerably, replaced by the thought that he might be a lad with a grudge against Wang Bing.

After all, Wang Bing of the Wang family had a thoroughly rotten reputation in the world of extraordinary people.

He bullied men, preyed on women, and committed one evil deed after another. This had also helped those people vent their resentment.

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled. "Young people these days really are getting harder and harder to understand."

"It's a good thing, a good thing. The future is destined to belong to these youngsters."

"Good, my ass. They're all snot-nosed brats, showing off the moment they learn a few tricks," Lu Jin promptly interrupted.

Tian Jinzhong, however, sank into thought. "Senior brother, the lightning on that youngster didn't seem to be a technique... are my old eyes failing me, or am I getting muddled?"

"I noticed it too." Zhang Zhiwei wheeled him away without saying anything more.

That really had not been the Thunder Method, but genuine lightning!

It was not a technique used in cultivating qi and the body, but something of the very essence of heaven and earth.

No wonder Wang Bing's Spirit Summoning and Sending had been useless. True lightning, supremely yang and unyielding, specifically countered sinister spirits. Being struck by that sort of lightning without ending up crippled already meant he had been shown mercy.

Not long after Wang Zhuo came out, the matches in the other three arenas ended as well.

Hidden Dragon was even carried out trailing black smoke, looking utterly unrecognizable.

Wang Zhuo came over then and bent down to look at him. "Well, well, gentlemen, you sell crispy pork belly too?"

"Pfft!" That single remark made both Daoist priests carrying the stretcher crack up.

Zhang Chulan, who had just caught up, exclaimed, "Crispy pork belly, my ass!"

Zhi Jinhua's and Yun's shoulders shook. They clearly wanted to laugh but did not dare.

Hidden Dragon, who had been about to speak, nearly died on the spot.

"Jinhua... I'm not going to make it. Ask Linglong to come see me before I die... oh, right, remember to ask her to wear a shorter skirt..."

"That way... I can... die without regrets..."

Zhi Jinhua looked utterly speechless. "Just hurry up and die."

Yun joined in. "You really do have a thick hide. Zhang Lingyu actually failed to strike you dead."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. The good die young, while scourges live a thousand years. See? This is what happens when you don't castrate a boar. If it comes to it, I'll just make it quick," Wang Zhuo continued.

Zhi Jinhua gave him a thumbs-up. "You have my support."

"Holy shit... you guys... are you still my good buddies?" Hidden Dragon was so frightened that he nearly tumbled off the stretcher.

"Quit squealing." Wang Zhuo abruptly hauled him up off the stretcher.

"Hey, hey, hey, those are injur-" The Daoist priest who was about to intervene had the words catch in his throat.

Hidden Dragon, who had been half-dead a moment ago, was now completely healed, once again a level-60 Genshin veteran.

Feeling vitality surge through his body, Hidden Dragon's facial fat quivered. "Did I just... revive at full health?"

"Holy shit, Brother Liu! You're practically Hua Tuo reborn!"

?!!!

A healing ability?!!

Zhi Jinhua, Yun, and Zhang Chulan were all stunned, unable to put their shock into words.

Wang Zhuo patted Hidden Dragon's shoulder. "No big deal. Just give me eighty or a hundred thousand. Better than lying in a hospital bed, isn't it?"

"Then you'd better cripple me again..." The moment Hidden Dragon heard that he had to pay, his expression changed without the slightest hesitation.

Wang Zhuo smiled helplessly. He did not care about that little matter at all. He had simply wanted to test how well the Horse Talisman combined with true qi could heal someone in a short time.

From the looks of it, the results were exceptionally good. Perhaps it could even reverse Tian Jinzhong's injuries; restoring him completely was not impossible.

As he thought, he clenched his fist, lightning blazing. "All right, then. I know a little of the Thunder Method too."

Hidden Dragon backed away repeatedly. "Hey, hey, hey, don't, dear brother! I was only joking. It's just worldly wealth. Of course I'm willing to offer it to you."

Zhang Chulan could not help saying, "You're already freakish enough at beating people up, and you know healing techniques too? Don't tell me you heal people while beating them?!"

Wait!!

Hidden Dragon, who had still been groveling, suddenly realized something. "Ah! So that's what happened! I was wondering why I didn't even count as lightly injured after you beat me back then. You were healing me while hitting me!"

"Are you even human? That's so twisted!"

"You really were treating me like a masochist to train!"

"Don't worry. Masochists don't have skin as thick as yours," Wang Zhuo consoled Hidden Dragon earnestly.

Everyone: "..."

That made sense!

More than half an hour later, the broadcast rang out again.

"The third round is about to begin. All contestants, please get ready."

"Zhang Chulan versus Shan Shitong!"

The group squatting in a corner eating fried noodles raised their heads. Zhi Jinhua looked at the large screen nearby. "Another round already... all four of those just now were injured."

Yun murmured, "Who was fighting whom in the last match again?"

"It was me." Bai Shixue walked over, looking at them solemnly.

"You lot, come with me. As for this random extra, go wherever you're supposed to."

"Sure thing~" Wang Zhuo got up with a smile, ready to leave.

"Not you. Old Master Lu wants to see you. I meant that jackass."

Zhang Chulan stopped halfway through slurping a mouthful of noodles and looked innocently at Bai Shixue.

A jackass?

Now I'm a fucking jackass again!

So none of you want me around, huh!

"Fine! If I'm not welcome here, I'll find somewhere I am!" He shoveled in the last mouthful of fried noodles and stormed off to his match.

The others exchanged glances, then headed into the woods.

"Say, what's the deal with bringing me along? I get the feeling you're all people with little secrets~" Wang Zhuo followed behind them, asking casually.

Bai Shixue did not turn around. "There is a secret. Wait a bit. Once we see Old Master Lu, I'll tell you."

"And it's a serious matter. We think you're strong, and Old Master Lu thinks highly of you too, so we added you at the last minute."