Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 809 My Tang Sect disciple actually made Zhang Chulan cry? Then we might as well jump off a building with Zhang Lingyu!

He Songling didn't argue with the two children. He controlled Zhang Chulan, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked towards Tang Wenlong.

Tang Wenlong raised an eyebrow upon seeing this. "Zhang Chulan, you are indeed remarkable. Even after being poisoned by me, you can still walk so steadily. Since that's the case, I respect you. I will definitely beat you so badly that you have no chance to fight back."

Tang Wenlong clenched his fist, activated the Poison Barrier and Five Treasures Protective Technique again, and with a flash, approached Zhang Chulan at an extremely fast speed, aiming to strike his face.

He wanted to finish the job with a single punch.

"call!"

Zhang Chulan tilted his head slightly and dodged the punch.

This was somewhat unexpected for Tang Wenlong, but years of practical training allowed him to react quickly, throwing a punch horizontally to smash half of Zhang Chulan's face.

But Zhang Chulan was faster, stepping on Tang Wenlong's toe joint.

"Ouch... Ouch!"

The excruciating pain, stemming from nerves that couldn't be blocked, caused Tang Wenlong to instinctively cry out. He looked at Zhang Chulan in surprise: "You..."

Tang Wenlong realized he had made a grave mistake. His poison barrier protected him, preventing anyone from approaching him and risking poisoning. But for Zhang Chulan, already poisoned, a little more poison wouldn't matter; even if he stopped contacting Tang Wenlong, he'd only be lucid for two minutes.

Even if the toxins are more concentrated, and the duration of survival is shorter, how much shorter? At most, it's only two minutes.

It's like using a mop to soak up excrement; that's like Lu Bu reincarnated. But if the first move hits, it completely loses its effect and even gives the opponent a berserk buff.

"Zhang Chulan, you..."

"Bang!"

Before Tang Wenlong could finish speaking, Zhang Chulan swung his neck, slamming his head into Tang Wenlong's nose. Both were protective spells, but in terms of durability, the Golden Light Mantra was far superior to the Poison Barrier. Not to mention, He Songling had also added a touch of lightning magic to it.

Tang Wenlong's nose tingled, and he burst into tears on the spot.

"You fucking..."

Tang Wenlong was utterly humiliated. Even if he could defeat Zhang Chulan, what would happen if word got out that he, a dignified graduate of a prestigious university, had been made to cry by this shameless Zhang Chulan? How could he possibly maintain his reputation? He might as well jump off a building with Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Lingyu: ?

Tang Wenlong immediately decided not to be polite to Zhang Chulan anymore. He pushed off with his feet and was about to leap backward, but unexpectedly, he was tripped by Zhang Chulan's left hook foot less than a centimeter away.

"drink!"

Tang Wenlong used all his core strength to do a backflip, barely managing to steady himself. But as soon as he landed, before he could even regain his footing, Zhang Chulan walked over with his hands in his pockets and leaned back slightly.

"when!"

Tang Wenlong had already lost his balance, and this somersault increased his kinetic energy. If no one had disturbed him, he could have regained his balance. But with that slight lean, he landed sideways on the ground, his head making intimate contact with the earth.

"Puff puff……"

As if Zhang Chulan had anticipated this, just like in the first match, he unleashed a series of kicks, stomping on half of Tang Wenlong's face repeatedly, leaving large size 42 shoe prints all over Tang Wenlong's face. "Enough!"

Tang Wenlong was kicked so badly that his head was spinning. He finally couldn't contain his anger and roared out.

"We won." Xu Si and Feng Zhenghao said at the same time.

Feng Xingtong asked his father curiously, "Dad, that's not necessarily true. A Tang Sect disciple wouldn't be able to withstand such a small amount of damage?"

“It’s not about harming him.” Feng Zhenghao explained to his son, “Besides combat skills, the most important thing for a Tang Sect disciple is a calm and unwavering heart that will fight to the death. And now, Tang Wenlong has clearly broken Zhang Chulan’s defenses.”

"That doesn't mean he can win, right?" The unlucky guy next to Xu Si, who was defeated by Zhang Chulan's dirty tricks in the first round, was still unconvinced. He couldn't stand seeing such a bastard as Zhang Chulan advance all the way through the rounds.

"Kid, you're too green. Even without losing his composure, he couldn't withstand Zhang Chulan's attacks, let alone if he lost his composure?" Xu Si laughed. "Zhang Chulan is unarmed now, so his Golden Light Spell and Thunder Magic are useless against him."

As they spoke, Tang Wenlong had already received several more blows from Zhang Chulan. Zhang Chulan's movements were unhurried, but the blows were all aimed at places that were either particularly painful or particularly embarrassing.

In a moment of desperation, Tang Wenlong activated his Illusionary Body Barrier and used his Floating Steps to escape, barely managing to get away from Zhang Chulan's feet. In fact, he could clearly see that Zhang Chulan was invisible just by looking into his eyes, but the surge of poison made his legs go weak, which gave him the chance.

"Damn it, what exactly does Zhang Chulan study!" Tang Wenlong felt a little panicked. At this moment, Zhang Chulan gave him the feeling of those old instructors in his sect who had participated in World War II.

Doing whatever one pleases, acting arbitrarily, and using whatever one wants at will—that is the enemy's weakness.

panic.

Once the rumors started spreading, Tang Wenlong became even more anxious.

"It's alright, he's been poisoned, and he has less than a minute left. We just need to stall for time." Tang Wenlong pulled out two small weapons from his pocket and shouted, "Zhang Chulan, watch out, I'm going to use a hidden weapon!"

Before he finished speaking, several clumps of tiny horsefly needles flew out.

These fine needles are the same type used by the God King in his early days, specifically designed to break through an enemy's protective aura. Tang Wenlong is confident that he can even break through the Golden Light Mantra of Longhu Mountain.

But Zhang Chulan, seeing the flying needles coming towards him, didn't activate his golden light or lightning magic. He simply walked over step by step with his hands in his pockets. When the needles were about to hit him, he took off his All-Knowing uniform jacket, grabbed the sleeves with both hands, and slapped them down.

"Clang, clang."

The needle was imbued with Qi, making it highly penetrating and difficult to defend against head-on. It specifically targets protective Qi, and upon entering the body, it would contract, deforming the muscles—a truly terrifying prospect. However, it had one major drawback: it was incredibly light. It could be lifted by the wind and would not sink in water.

So that dense cluster of flying needles couldn't withstand the weight of a coat and was slapped to the ground.

"This..." Tang Wenlong was utterly shocked, but the Tang Clan's years of training had made his combat skills outstanding.

His hands never stopped moving, caltrops, darts, hidden arrows, bullets, and light crossbows. He no longer had any contempt for them. In an instant, he threw out all the odds and ends he had, and he was already somewhat reminiscent of Tang Bingwen when he fought the Erli puppet.

It can be said that Tang Wenlong has used all his trump cards at this point. Apart from the unknown Dan Shi, he has used everything he can.

However, it was useless.

Zhang Chulan weaved through the torrent of hidden weapons, yet remained unscathed. With each casual twist or tilt of his body, and a deft flick, Tang Wenlong's hidden weapons all missed their mark. He covered the distance of several meters in an instant, standing almost face-to-face with Tang Wenlong.

(End of this chapter)