Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 7: Winning is guaranteed, my brother
He Songling has been traveling through this world for seventeen years and his height has reached 1.85 meters, but he is still shorter than the young Taoist in front of him.

"Brother, come on!" Lu Jin hid behind Zuo Ruotong, carefully poked his head out, shouted, and quickly shrank back. Even Zuo Ruotong and Zhang Jingqing stared at them intently.

Zuo Rutong had confidence in his third level of Rebirth Against the Origin. No matter how great an immortal he was, he naturally felt uncomfortable after letting a junior talk about his own profound skills, which vaguely revealed the meaning of "it was a technique, not a way".

It's hard to say that there is any negative emotion, but from his words, it can be seen that Zuo Ruotong thinks that Lu Jin is too weak, which makes Zhang Zhiwei misunderstand the third level of Ni Sheng. He is too proud of his status to fight with the younger generation, but it is good for someone to teach this younger generation a lesson and let him know the immensity of the world.

As for Zhang Jingqing? His goal was very simple and consistent, which was to hope that someone could give Zhang Zhiwei a beating. It didn't necessarily mean that he had to lose, but at least to open his eyes to the world and let him know that he was not invincible.

"You are putting pressure on me."

He Songling seemed to be talking to Lu Jin, but also to the two elders. Under normal circumstances, all three of them would have failed. After all, this young Taoist priest with a sloppy style of painting in front of him would be a well-known lunch box supplier in the future. One person, guaranteed to win.

He Songling felt pressured, and Zhang Zhiwei also felt a lot of pressure when he looked at the young man in front of him. He thought to himself, how come this senior brother from Sanyi Sect is even more aggressive than me? He wants me to slap him in the face as soon as he opens his mouth. I have never heard of such a request in my life.

Zhang Zhiwei was still hesitating when he suddenly heard a whoosh, as if a Category 15 hurricane had blown up on the spot, making his and the two commanders' robes rustle. He was the first to be hit and felt a little blind for a while. Lu Jin, who was the weakest, was caught off guard and almost fell.

When Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes, he saw a huge human-shaped incandescent light bulb standing in front of him. He Songling was so white that he was almost transparent, and the silvery moonlight sprinkled on him, making people dazzled. This was completely different from the second level that he had just joked about before, and it was a formal combat state.

"Shake!" He Songling looked at Zhang Zhiwei and suddenly said, "Otherwise, you will never be able to leave the Lu family!"

Even Bao Ying's mind went blank for a moment. He was not shocked by the shouting, but was shocked that someone dared to be so arrogant in front of him. Then he became more arrogant, opened his mouth wide, and revealed a hideous smile like a villain on his strange face: "Okay!"

Then he raised his hand and pressed it on He Songling's forehead.

"boom!"

The sound of heavy bodies hitting each other was heard far away in the night. Just by watching, Lu Jin felt a phantom pain in his head. However, He Songling did not retreat even a step, but just shook his head with the force of Zhang Zhiwei's palm, and the white light on his body was still dazzling.

"Sure enough, it can't be shaken." He Songling felt that the second level of reverse life was like a set of fake human skin covering the whole body, almost the same as the organs growing on the body. The first level of reverse life was accompanied by the power of dragons and tigers. It would be extremely difficult to interrupt the organs of a person who entered the second level.

"I heard that you didn't need to activate the golden light to make my junior brother get the elixir?" He Songling waved at Zhang Zhiwei and said, "Activate your golden light spell and try again?"

"Be careful." Zhang Zhiwei was not polite. To him, fighting was a pure matter. If the opponent was not strong enough, he would use more force. If one blow did not knock the opponent down, he would hit him twice. Anyway, he would keep going and the opponent would eventually fall down.

With the same "whoosh" sound, Zhang Zhiwei's body was wrapped in dazzling golden light. He stood opposite He Songling. From afar, two rays of light, one yellow and one white, shot up into the sky, just like the sun and the moon in the same sky.

The golden light wrapped around the palm, and the big palm made a sound of wind, and it slapped He Songling's face. Lu Jin was about ten meters away from the two of them, but the strong wind alone made his face pale. It was only then that he realized how terrifying this young Taoist who pretended to be Zhang was.

"Tom!"

This time, there was a muffled sound from the palm. He Songling's head was like a hollow iron barrel, with a large dent left by Zhang Zhiwei's blow. Half of his skull was deformed, and he looked extremely terrifying.

However, in the next breath, his face seemed to be blown up by an air pump, and instantly returned to normal, even bouncing Zhang Zhiwei's palm on his forehead away.

Zhang Zhiwei took back his palm and looked at his palm and He Songling's face. He understood clearly, "This second level is completely different from the first level. The stability of Dantian cannot be shaken by external forces. Unless you can use the difference between a strong man and a baby to shake his Dantian, but if there is such a difference, why bother to shake the Dantian? Just a casual palm strike and he will fall down."

Lu Jin felt a chill in his heart for no reason. "Why do I feel like I might have a disaster when I'm over a hundred years old..."

In this moment of distraction, Lu Jin found that he could no longer see the two people. He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei were moving at high speed at the same time. He could not catch their movements at all. He could only hear the sound of "swoosh" breaking the wind and the "bang bang" of fighting. It was unknown how long it took before Lu Jin saw the two people again. Both of them had confident and excited smiles on their faces. Obviously, they had never encountered opponents of this level before.

"That's all the warm-up exercises will do." He Songling looked at Zhang Zhiwei with an expression full of eagerness to try.

"Hmph." He Songling blew out two streams of air from his nostrils, and his image changed again.

Although they were both double-layer, the white felt brighter and more transparent, forming a sharp contrast with the matte white on Zuo Rutong's body. The spirited atmosphere was also stronger, and even the hair on the back of his head began to fly upwards.

"Zhang Zhiwei, why don't you change your state?" Lu Jin seemed to have an illusion. He felt that He Songling's figure was floating, as if he would fly up to the sky with the wind if he was not careful.

"No need, I don't have any in Longhu Mountain..."

"Oh!"

It turned out that Lu Jin's feeling was not an illusion. He Songling swooped down like an eagle flying in the sky, leaping across a distance of several meters in an instant, and knocked Zhang Zhiwei to the ground with one palm. The remaining force did not stop, pressing his head and dragging a long gully on the ground.

The protective golden light collided and rubbed against the hard rocks, causing stone chips to fly everywhere and even producing a burnt smell. Green smoke then rose from the golden light on Zhang Zhiwei's face.

"Ha!" With a loud shout, seeing that the momentum was about to end, He Songling changed the force of his hands from pushing to slapping, pressing Zhang Zhiwei's head hard into the stone, and a hole was smashed into the rocky ground in an instant.

He Songling was not slapped in the face twice by Zhang Zhiwei just now for nothing. These two slaps were fully returned. Just kidding, he would not even suffer from Zuo Rutong in Sanyi Gate on weekdays, so how could he let someone slap him in the face twice when they met for the first time, even if you are Brother Bao Ying.

"Kacha!"

With a crisp sound, cracks appeared on the golden light. It seemed that it was about to shatter, but suddenly Lu Jin exclaimed: "Brother, be careful!" At the same time, a strong sense of crisis came from behind.

The golden light covering Zhang Zhiwei's body continuously changed into a red-gold rope like flowing water, moving like a snake, starting from He Songling's waist, wrapping around him countless times, tying his body like a dumpling.

The golden rope was still spreading along his body, passing under his ribs, lifting his arms, making it difficult for him to exert force downwards. Taking advantage of this gap, Zhang Zhiwei quickly pulled his head out from under He Songling's palm.

"Very strong, very interesting." Zhang Zhiwei shook his head with his hands. Before this, he had never seen anyone like him who would start fighting as soon as he said so and had no sense of righteousness.

"Can you stop laughing? It's too ugly, brother." He Songling couldn't help it. Zhang Zhiwei smiled, and his sloppy face looked sinister and ferocious, more like a villain. If an outsider saw the two of them confronting each other, they would think it was a play about a righteous young man subduing demons.

Fortunately, the two of them were competing in fighting. If they were competing in looks, Zhang Zhiwei's underwear would have been exposed by now.

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't laugh after hearing this. His face darkened and he tightened the golden rope in his hand a little more, as if he wanted to break He Songling's bones. "Brother He, thank you for letting me."

"Thank you? Thank you, you cute one! Thank you!" He Songling spoke in a sweet voice, sounding like Xiao Shenyang. He exerted force with his waist and abdomen, and with a snap, he actually broke the bones in the core of his waist and abdomen. His muscles instantly softened like rubber sleeves and he broke free from the restraints of the golden rope.

Before Zhang Zhiwei could cry out in his heart, he felt a strong force coming and his face was pressed into the ground by the white palm again.

He Songling then turned around and looked at Lu Jin and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I guarantee you'll win, little brother."

(End of this chapter)