225 Chapter 225 (2/2)

What Zhang Dong was signing here was just an agreement of both parties. This was not a deathmatch and if an accident occurred they would need to pay a hefty sum to the other sect.

Zhang Dong wanted to laugh. The number of spirit stones he would need to pay wasn't that high for any of the sides. For some reason, his side would need to pay more than the Silver Spear Sect if they lost their leader. There was little fear of killing if you just had enough spirit stones.

They both signed it and walked out. Zhang Dong wasn't planning on killing his opponent even though he could afford the exchange. The price of the man's life was equal to about one or two heaven grade treasures. This quite frankly wasn't something too hard for him as with his crafting abode and the right materials he could craft weapons in bunches.

The two masters finally appeared on the stage. Chang Yongzheng was first, he floated to the large stage that was the size of several football fields. The people started cheering the moment they saw the old man with the white beard gently float down. He pulled out his famous silver spear which was an artifact that was handed down from generation to generation in his sect. It was also a high grade heavenly treasure that was always given to the acting sect leader.

”It's master Chang Yongzheng!”

”He is looking ferocious as always!”

”That's The legendary Saint Spear of legends, his opponent is done for!”

The people shouted out once more and the nascent soul master reacted by swishing his long robe sleeves at them. The moment he did the crown burst out in cheers even louder than before.

Zhang Dong arrived not long after, there was an announcer as always and he only came out when his name was mentioned. The crowd wasn't as loud as before as they were more curious than excited about this man's roots. Why was he here, how strong was he and why would he offend such a famous spear master?

The man was wearing a tight looking white robe with some strange metallic parts to it. His shoulders were covered and looked like they would be able to take some punishment. He pulled out his own weapon which was the sword that he previously used. It looked a lot less intricate than the glowing spear but the experts in the stands knew that it wasn't behind it in terms of quality.

”If you bow down and show respect I will forget about your transgration, don't throw away your future, boy.”

Chang Yongzheng said while brandishing his spear. The whole arena ground started rising into the air and was surrounded by a transparent bubble. This was a strong formation that would protect the weaker cultivators from the energy these two powerful elders would exude.

”I could say the same to you, if you bow down and show your respect, I will let you leave with your honor intact. I don't enjoy bullying people weaker than myself, it would be wise for you to reconsider.”

Zhang Dong replied while his opponent's forehead vein increased in size. These old masters were used to being put up on a pedestal. Everyone around them just nodded their heads and agreed with whatever they said. This wasn't respect though, it was just plain fear. No one could go against a person like this, there would be no victory.

Due to this people like Chang Yongzheng were even worse than some of the young masters as they had no one keeping them in check. They mostly grew arrogant with old age as there wasn't anyone to call them out if they made a wrong decision. The man here would soon have a rude awakening from his life of pride.

The man flourished his spear the moment the announcer gave them the signal to begin the battle. Zhang Dong raised his brow slightly as he noticed that the man was using a familiar skill. An electrical current gathered around him and the spear he was holding began crackling with lightning energy.

'Interesting… a lesser dao of the storms?'

He wanted to chuckle as he finally met a person who was using this dao. Most people confused his greater dao of lightning with the lesser version. This would make the fight even easier than he expected. As someone with the knowledge of a higher tier dao he could predict the man's moves even better.

”Take my attack if you dare! Lightning Tempest Spear First Form: Hundred Thousand Thunder Strikes!

The man shouted out his attack before thrusting forward. It was quite a mouthful and the wording explained this technique. It looked like thousands upon thousands of spear thrusts were coming his way. All of them were engulfed in lightning and wind energies. Aiming wasn't even important as the attack covered almost all of the arena and was going right at him.

”Oh no, the elder is using that Lightning Tempest Spear art, his opponent will surely perish!”

”Serves him right for offending the sect leader!”

The youths from the Silver Spear sect were all there, their eyes sparkling as they had the honor of seeing their sect master's spearmanship. They were sure to not blink in fear of not catching the master's intricate moves.

Zhang Dong on the other hand exuded a small amount of aura and surrounded his sword with it. A runic pattern appeared on the blade shaft and he received the strike with his own. The sword movement looked slow and sluggish to the naked eye and it was going against a wave of multiple strikes. From what the people could tell, the white-haired man was done for.

But then something unexpected occurred. A resounding explosion of Qi followed by silence, the defensive formation buckled under the pressure but held out. What the audience saw was unfathomable, the weak looking blade that Zhang Dong thrust forward managed to intercept the spear right at its point.

The older cultivator was baffled by this result, no one had ever defended himself against his attack in this way. He had thrust out thousands of times in a matter of a second but his spear was caught. It was done by a feeble looking sword and the man performing the task didn't look phased at all.

”Hundred thousand thrusts? Did you even get to five thousand with that?”

Zhang Dong smirked a bit, he wouldn't just be ending the fight with one move. No, defeating this man too fast would only make people say that it was some kind of fluke. He needed the people to actually witness his might in action.