Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 807 Xu Si, I have Ren Fei's measurements, do you want them?
Zhang Chulan is not a moral saint and does not have the obsession with "fair duels must not involve the use of external forces".

Just look at how he won the previous few games; it's laughable to say he has a moral fastidiousness.

He desperately wants some external force to help him achieve his goal of winning the championship.

His only goal is to win the championship, and he will stop at nothing to achieve it.

But the one handed over by He Songling is an exception.

There's no other way. Using other underhanded tactics will only make people curse and wait for a sneak attack, then beat them up in an alley with a sack over their head.

Use this thing?
If a huge, bright "Qi Source Flow" is right above my head, what will happen to me?
Although he had shown it off in front of the two elders, Wang and Lü, he didn't expect to keep it a secret. However, it was still fundamentally different from showing it off in front of most of the young people in the supernatural community and the senior figures.

Moreover, even the two old men, Wang and Lü, were driven back by that thing when they joined forces. If it were to be used against this group of juniors today, Zhang Chulan was afraid that if his gigantic self were to deliver a punch, his opponents would die.

Then I can happily receive at least twenty years in prison.

"No, no, absolutely not." Zhang Chulan shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly, backing away as if avoiding a snake or a scorpion—no, as if avoiding uranium-235. "Brother Ling, dear brother, dear father, please take it back. I really dare not take this thing. If I take it, I'll be dead."

"Hey, call him Grandpa."

"Grandpa!" Without saying a word, Zhang Chulan prostrated himself before He Songling, "Please, Grandpa, spare my grandson!"

"Tsk..."

Looking at Zhang Chulan's appearance, He Songling felt as if the familiar scene from more than eighty years ago in front of Yinghe Tower was replaying before his eyes.

"Who would believe you're not a seed that has no roots?"

Zhang Chulan felt that, for some unknown reason, his body suddenly straightened up without any pulling force, as if he had spontaneously wanted to stand up from the ground.

But he knew in his heart that he had no intention of standing up at all. Could this person in front of him really control his muscles and bones?
"Hey, that's right!" He Songling shamelessly read Zhang Chulan's mind, patted him on the shoulder with a grin and said, "When the time comes, you can give me your body and I'll take over the fight, that'll do."

"Then you yourself..."

"Oh well, it doesn't matter." He Songling glanced at the match schedule on the wall. He was in position zero, and his opponent in the round of 16 was a guy named Liao Fan. He wondered if Liao Fan looked like Zhu Qianlong.

This group was easily defeated by Zhang Lingyu in the quarterfinals, without even a ripple, and there wasn't even a dedicated shot depicting their defeat. They lost silently, clearly two noobs.

Of course, to him, anyone who is an "Outsider" is a pushover.

"Don't worry, I'll win the moment they call 'start.' Just tear up this student ID and I'll play for you."

"Young man, is it really okay for you to help Zhang Chulan like this? What good does it do you to help a powerful enemy advance?" Xu Si leaned closer, intending to act like a scoundrel and intimidate He Songling.

“I have all of Ren Fei’s information. Height, weight, three digits, hobbies, favorite foods, favorite activities, what kind of men she’s attracted to… Do you want it?” He Songling didn’t respond to Xu Si, but instead mentioned the name of someone who wasn’t present.

"Y... Uh, you dared to steal information from the higher-ups at All-Tong? That's unforgivable. Confess honestly, how did you get this information? Let me check it, determine its authenticity, and then destroy it!"

Xu Si almost revealed his lecherous side for a moment, but fortunately he quickly regained his composure and uttered a bunch of high-sounding nonsense, which made Xu San and Zhang Chulan next to him cover their faces in embarrassment.

“Look,” He Songling said, spreading his hands, “helping others brings joy, that’s what it means to find joy in helping others!” With that, he turned and walked towards the inner area without looking back, leaving Zhang Chulan and the other three looking at each other in bewilderment.

"I'm out of options." Zhang Chulan sighed and could only enter the room first, greeting the dark-skinned, white-haired man in front of him: "Hehehe, good morning, Brother Tang."

Tang Wenlong stood casually in the arena with his hands in his pockets, and said in a listless tone, "No need to be polite, let's finish this match quickly, I still have a few tough battles to prepare for later."

“Perfect timing, that’s what I was thinking too…” Before Zhang Chulan could speak, a crackling sound of electrical charges began to emanate from his body, and blue currents flickered around him. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.

"Ok?"

Tang Wenlong was startled; the sudden speed and force of the approaching object almost made him lose his balance.

This is completely different from the strength and demeanor Zhang Chulan displayed in the previous matches.

"So that's how it is, pretending to be weak to catch a tiger."

However, Tang Wenlong is no longer the Tang Wenlong from the original work who was forced to lose after Zhang Chulan made the first move.

He faced Zhang Chulan, who was rushing towards him at high speed, without any movement of dodging or fear. He only narrowed his eyes slightly to resist the violent wind pressure. He stepped back with his right leg, twisted his body, and gave way by more than half a body length.

At the same time, a hissing sound of corroding air rang out. The poisonous miasma that was only released at the last moment before he collapsed in the original work had already covered half of his body to prevent him from not dodging completely and failing to stop Zhang Chulan's attack.

Clearly, the Tang Clan has something to offer for becoming the benchmark for combat training among all sects in this era, especially its disciples, who are trained very well and have deeply inherited He Songling's concept of "saturation attack".

Because Tang Wenlong moved incredibly fast, his movement not only allowed him to evade Zhang Chulan's attack, but also created more distance for him. His poison barrier was no longer needed.

But it can still be used for attacks.

Taking advantage of Zhang Chulan's momentum, Tang Wenlong's left hand, shrouded in ominous purple aura, reached for the back of Zhang Chulan's neck. In a short time, the purple poisonous aura had completely covered his body.

"So fast!"

Zhang Chulan had originally planned to launch a surprise attack and injure Tang Wenlong by at least one arm, but now it seems the situation is completely different. Not only did he fail to injure Tang Wenlong, but he is now about to be injured by Tang Wenlong.

Fortunately, the two months of special training he spent with Feng Baobao were worthwhile.

While in mid-air, Zhang Chulan stretched his waist with force, displaying the advantage of being a virgin. His strong waist allowed him to fold into a "C" shape and flip over in mid-air, dodging Tang Wenlong's grab.

However, he had already received news of the poison barrier, and could no longer use his physical body to attack at close range, otherwise the terrifying ricin toxin would immediately render him unable to fight.

"Zzzzz!"

He could only activate his lightning spell in advance, hoping that the lightning would penetrate the poison barrier and directly attack Tang Wenlong's body.

"Thunder magic?" Tang Wenlong chuckled. "Zhang Chulan, that's all."

(End of this chapter)