Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 9: Bao Yingge's value is still rising

(It’s terrible. No one on Qidian can read this chapter these past two days. It really affects my style of writing books based on pictures.)
"Clap!"

Zhang Zhiwei fell on his back and used the momentum to flip over. His legs slammed heavily on the ground, leaving two spider-web-like deep pits under his feet.

He was surrounded by golden light and lightning, and he stared at the strange scene in front of him.

The broken limbs and arms all over the ground were lifted up by the flying arms and pieced together one by one like building blocks. Soon, a complete He Songling was formed.

"Kaba!" He Songling twisted his neck 180 degrees and turned his head to face forward. "Come on, try again."

Zhang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was not dead. They were all in the reserve of the Heavenly Master, so they were naturally not afraid of ghosts. He waved his hand, and lightning swirled and danced like a dragon, splitting into three in midair. Two of them rushed towards He Songling at a tricky angle, and the other one breathed out lightning in midair, continuously striking down.

"There's no point in keeping our distance." He Songling easily put his head back, which seemed to be unable to grow back. Not only that, he could also take it off again. He pulled his head off and threw it into the air like a basketball, breaking two thunder dragons, and finally bit the one left in the air.

Then he detached one of his arms and one of his hips and threw them at Zhang Zhiwei. He used one arm and one leg to perform exquisite punches and kicks out of thin air, and even used his detached hand to grab his detached leg to perform a set of stick techniques and a set of sword techniques, which made Zhang Zhiwei retreat again and again.

Zhang Zhiwei wanted to counterattack, but the counterattack of martial arts moves was nothing more than hitting the opponent's vital parts. The hands and legs were flying in the air, and He Songling was standing dozens of meters away. How could he hit the vital parts? Even if he relied on the golden light to break them, they would grow back in the next moment and continue to rush forward.

"Great success, ha!" The head fell back on the chest and laughed. This is what He Songling thought of when he was practicing. Although he is willing to call "Under One Person" the ceiling of Chinese comics, the ceiling of global combat comics will always be "Dragon Ball" in his heart.

The deeper one goes on the Second Level Road, the stronger his regeneration ability becomes. At this point, he is almost as good as the three masters of Chechi State. He can regenerate by cutting off the head, cutting open the abdomen and removing the heart, and bathing in a frying pan.

Then, he should be able to detach the limbs and use them to attack people, and even the severed limbs thrown aside could be used as an unexpected ambush. In He Songling's mind, this was the true way that the second level of the Reverse Life should fight.

Except that he cannot use the broken limbs of his body to wrap people up and absorb them into his body, the rest of his fighting style can be seen as a beggar and weakened version of Majin Buu.

Although I had this idea, I had never actually put it into practice. Today, I finally used it against Zhang Zhiwei, and the effect was really good.

“What a powerful Reverse Life Triple.” Zhang Jingqing looked at his apprentice, whose head was covered with bruises from being beaten by a pile of broken limbs, and said to Zuo Rutong beside him with a smile: “Brother Zuo, it’s a good thing you didn’t use this move when we were sparring, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stop you!”

"He! Song! Ling!" Zuo Rutong's words almost came out from between his teeth.

"Oh, Lao Zuo, you are just too proud. If you had fought like me earlier, you would have been invincible."

Lao Zuo is a decent man. If he had used this kind of skill in a battle with Wu Gensheng, even if the Divine Spirit could restrain the third level of Ni Sheng, Zuo Rutong would have killed him at the Trinity Gate. Unfortunately, he didn't even have to die.

"I've destroyed your martial arts!"

Zhang Jingqing had seen with his own eyes how this "third level traitor" had angered Zuo Ruotong, and it was even more terrifying than the rumors had said. He tried his best to hold back his laughter and pulled back Zuo Ruotong who was about to beat up He Songling, "Hey, brother Zuo, let the kid finish beating first!"

"Master, don't stop me. I must cut this traitor into eight pieces today and bury them all over the world!" Zuo Rutong was furious.

"Hey, forget it, Brother Zuo, why are you so angry with the kid? How about this, you expel him from the sect and bury me. I am the best at subduing demons and monsters in Longhu Mountain."

"Hmm?" Zuo Ruotong turned his head and looked at Zhang Jingqing. You are a master with thick eyebrows and big eyes. You are actually thinking about my disciple? "Well, this traitor is not worthy of dirtying the precious land of Longhu Mountain. I'd better take him back to Sanyi Sect and give him a good education."

"Tsk, what a pity." Zhang Jingqing shook his head. Brother Zuo is so stingy.

Now that He Songling was out of danger, he fought even harder. If it was his first time using this move against an enemy, he was still a little unskilled, but now he had completely unleashed his imagination. He detached his other arm, rolled it into a ball, and kept flying back and forth, hitting Zhang Zhiwei's face, turning his unique face into a pig's head, and his originally small eyes were even turned into two slits.

With his other hand, he stretched his thigh out and swung it in the air like a whip, turning Zhang Zhiwei into a spinning top. Later, he broke his leg into two pieces and used it as a nunchaku.

Zhang Zhiwei's thunder method was certainly not to be trifled with. It kept smashing He Songling's limbs, but after smashing them, they immediately recovered and were completely ineffective. The speed of the smashing could not keep up with He Songling's attack speed, so he could only keep getting beaten.

"Master, what's the matter? I thought he was going to suffer a lot, right?" He Songling jumped towards Zuo Rutong with one leg on end.

"Get lost!" Zuo Rutong was so angry that he almost kicked his only good leg. Zhang Jingqing, however, smiled happily, twirling his beard and nodding, saying, "Brother Zuo, thanks to your rebellious...disciple, Zhang Zhiwei will finally know that there are always people better than you."

In the original novel, Zhang Jingqing misjudged Zhang Zhiwei's strength many times, which resulted in each time he tried to defeat him, his plan ended up becoming a stepping stone for him to become invincible. This time, he finally got what he wanted.

However, Zhang Jingqing was too happy too early. No matter how elusive those broken limbs were, they could never surpass He Songling's own strength. He could suppress others to death, but this one was the future top!
Zhang Zhiwei was beaten for a long time, and finally thought of a way. With a "sizzle", the lightning burst out. When he looked again, Zhang Zhiwei actually turned the lightning spell into a golden light spell, wrapping himself in it.

"Sizzle." Just like water poured onto a red-hot iron, the powerful thunder technique directly "evaporated" the broken limbs and arms that hit him, and used powerful force to directly break these bodies condensed by Qi into pieces and return them to "Qi".

"Wow!" He Songling exclaimed, it was actually Brother Bao Ying, who actually used his powerful strength to achieve the effect of a divine spirit. What Wu Gensheng could only solve with his magical method, Zhang Zhiwei did with his own strength.

He Songling used his profound skills, and his broken legs and arms grew back like they were stretched. In the meantime, a flash of lightning flashed before his eyes, and Zhang Zhiwei had already approached He Songling, and slapped him with a palm wrapped in yang lightning.

With a "swish", He Songling's broken limbs recovered, and he engaged Zhang Zhiwei in close combat in the second level. Fists exchanged fists, legs exchanged legs, and the two fought to this point, without any fancy special effects, and finally entered the most brutal hand-to-hand combat, and the immortal demeanor of the Xuanmen disciples was gone.

“Jiu Xu, you…” Zuo Ruotong was very proud, so how could he let the two disciples fight so disgracefully? He was about to call for a stop, but was stopped by Zhang Jingqing, whose eyes were almost emitting lasers. “Okay, good fight, nephew, beat that bastard up for me!”

Just because Zhang Jingqing discovered that when Zhang Zhiwei's face was twisted and his bones were broken, and He Songling was grabbing his hair and beating him, his eyes gradually changed, and his arrogant demeanor was constantly fading.

"Beat him? You really think highly of me!"

He Songling smiled bitterly in his heart. This battle made him understand the value of Bao Yingge. Zhang Chulan was wrapped in Yang Lei, but he was still able to catch up with the high-speed modern car. Bao Yingge, who was wrapped in thunder magic, was so fast that he seemed to teleport on the spot.

He could only rely on his instinct to block and counterattack, and fight back when both sides were hurt, and only then could he barely stabilize the situation. The thunder method continued to evaporate his second layer, and then it continued to reunite. Now it seemed that the competition was about who could dissolve and reunite faster.

Zhang Zhiwei was also in a bad mood, hand-to-hand combat was what Nisheng Sanchong was best at. He often cut off half of He Songling's arm, and he would grow another one to stop him, and the broken arm behind him would also attack him.

For a moment, Zhang Zhiwei felt that the person opposite him seemed to have three heads and eight arms, and countless fists and kicks fell on him, even the protective thunder magic was pierced with several holes.

"Damn it, how can he still hold on!" He Songling cursed in his heart, "Looks like I have no choice but to use this trick." As soon as he thought of this, the white color on his body began to gradually fade away, gathering towards his hands like running water.

"Hmph!" At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also groaned in pain, and golden light appeared on his body again. The golden light and the thunder magic intertwined into golden lightning, which flew into the sky, attracted the Nine Heavens Mysterious Brake, and turned into thunder that was about to strike down.

The power of heaven and earth is unparalleled. If a real celestial thunderbolt strikes down, no human being will be able to survive. Lu Jin, standing behind Zuo Ruotong, felt suffocated. This competition turned into a life-and-death struggle when the two arrogant young men refused to retreat!
What's up with this?

Why is this so!

There were only howling winds, lightning and thunder in the sky.

(End of this chapter)