Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 810 Southern School Mo Family Fist, I concede!

"you……"

Tang Wenlong looked at Zhang Chulan, who was almost face to face with him, and didn't know what to say.

He could clearly see Zhang Chulan's changes. Zhang Chulan did not unleash any unimaginable power. In fact, he even withdrew most of his Qi Body special effects and only fought with his bare hands and feet.

He was able to do this entirely through his control of timing and location, dodging his own attacks perfectly with every step in a way that was almost like that of an ordinary person, while simultaneously striking himself in accordance with his own movements.

It's as if he has a supercomputer in his head that can predict all the possibilities of the future, all his actions, and precisely control every single one of his movements.

This is not easy. In the heat of battle, how many movements can remain unchanged? When faced with external pressure, excessive exertion, or mental shock, movements inevitably become distorted.

But Zhang Chulan did it, even while poisoned by Qi and facing a barrage of hidden weapons.

This left Tang Wenlong with no comparable people. Even their principal and the big shots in the Tang Clan who had mastered the Dan Shi technique couldn't do it.

Perhaps the elders and professors of Trinity University could achieve this—for so many years, the Tang Clan has never shied away from acknowledging that it is inferior to Trinity University. A junior college is not as good as a university, that's perfectly reasonable.

But Tang Wenlong never imagined that such a thing could happen to such a young man, especially one who had supposedly stopped cultivating for ten years.

"Hehe." Zhang Chulan looked at Tang Wenlong and suddenly smiled eerily. Tang Wenlong felt a surge of fear and instinctively shouted, "What do you want to do? Wait, I admit it..."

"puff!"

However, Zhang Chulan, whose body was controlled by He Songling, did not give him a chance to admit defeat. He immediately raised his hand and poked Tang Wenlong's eyes with two fingers. Before Tang Wenlong could even scream, he smashed the carotid artery, then reached in and twisted it.

"Ow!!"

Tang Wenlong finally cried out in pain, but the intense pain rendered him speechless, and he could only jump around in agony. At this moment, Zhang Chulan clasped his hands together, extended his two index fingers, and leaped up, poking them into the lower middle part of Tang Wenlong's body with a swimming motion.

"Southern Mo Family Fist, I concede!"

After finishing a complete set of Southern Mo Family Fist, Zhang Chulan even went so far as to pull down Tang Wenlong's pants, making Tang Wenlong assume the same pose as he had the previous night.

"hiss……"

"Fuck..."

“This Chu Lan…”

Everyone felt a jolt, regardless of gender, and experienced a phantom pain.

"This Ah Lian is even more poisonous than the Tang Clan's poison!"

"Now Tang Wenlong can truly be ranked alongside Zhang Lingyu, who had an affair with the Quanxing demoness."

"Oh...?" The old divination master, watching from the stands at a distance, exclaimed in surprise, "Little Wang Ye, it seems your divination isn't very accurate." Last night, everyone was drinking and chatting, even a cold and aloof man like Zhang Lingyu was there, but Wang Ye was the only one missing.

Wang also went to the old Celestial Master's courtyard to find Zhang Tianshi, the contemporary leader of the Zhengyi sect.

This kid is arrogant. He immediately asked, "Old Master, have you ever been defeated?" Zhang Zhiwei answered without hesitation, "Yes, I have been defeated, many times."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhiwei's answer completely baffled Wang Ye. He had thought that this universally acknowledged top expert in the world of supernatural beings should have a smooth path ahead of him. Even if he had some opponents, they should have surpassed him after a few battles.

"Looks like your grandmaster didn't tell you anything," Zhang Zhiwei chuckled. "You must have heard of the name He Songling, right?"

“I’ve heard of it…” Wang Ye’s expression was a little awkward. Back then, He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei dominated the entire era, defeating every sect, whether righteous or evil, and not just their peers.

These events were witnessed by everyone and recorded in the sect's history; they cannot be denied. When this matter was discussed at the time, the expressions on the faces of his several grandmasters were quite strange.

Unexpectedly, these two figures, who were known as the two greatest masters of the Xuanmen sect, were actually of different levels, and judging from Zhang Zhiwei's words, he was completely crushed.

“It’s exactly what you think.” Zhang Zhiwei nodded. “So, stop being so mysterious and just say what you want to say.”

Wang readily agreed: "I know you want Zhang Chulan to become the Celestial Master, but he doesn't have the ability. I cast a divination and almost lost half my life. It showed that you, Celestial Master, cheated for Zhang Chulan. You don't even need to calculate it; you can reach the conclusion through logical reasoning."

There are more powerful figures here than just you. Perhaps no one can beat you in a fight, but your methods will have no chance of fooling these people. In the end, it will only bring shame upon the Celestial Master's Mansion and even the name of Zhang Tianshi. I'm here out of a sense of camaraderie to stop you. I'll do the work for you; we'll both gain fame and fortune.”

Then Zhang Zhiwei and Wang Ye had a brief physical altercation. In reality, Zhang Zhiwei only made two moves: first, he threw Wang Ye out of the house; second, he went outside the door and reached out to grab Wang Ye.

Wang Ye used the Chaotic Golden Bell to momentarily suppress the Old Celestial Master, confirming that neither Zhuge Qing nor Zhang Lingyu were his match.

"But there's still one last problem, and there's one I can't stop, especially since you've already compiled the list." Wang Ye couldn't figure out how to stop Tang Wenlong no matter how he thought about it. "What do you plan to do with these people from the Tang Clan?"

"In life, there are things we should not do, and things we must do." Zhang Zhiwei said the same thing as Wugensheng back then: "Blindly seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune will make you fragile. Since some things cannot be avoided, we can only do them."

The implication is that Zhang Zhiwei is determined to commit this wrongdoing, and no one can stop him.

Wang Ye could only return dejectedly.

Today was no different. Zhang Zhiwei stood there, watching Zhang Chulan struggle against him. He was about to make his move when he saw Zhang Chulan suddenly become incredibly energetic, his martial arts level increasing dramatically. Despite being weakened by the poison, his strength was constantly declining, yet he managed to maintain a longer duration and faster movement speed by actively reducing his power.

Even more unbelievable is that, despite reducing his strength, he still managed to easily defeat Tang Wenlong, winning decisively.

Zhang Zhiwei had no doubt that Wang Ye's divination was accurate; he could even predict what he himself wanted to do, demonstrating his profound skill. Despite his young age, there were few among the entire group of sorcerers stronger than him.

But he actually made a mistake on such a simple matter.

Although Zhang Zhiwei didn't know any of those fancy tricks, he understood that it couldn't be that Zhang Chulan had suddenly broken through and unleashed his full potential. In this world, even the protagonist didn't have that kind of treatment; the protagonist had to honestly play the role of a lowly NPC and quietly develop.

So, where exactly did things go wrong?
(End of this chapter)