Chapter 337 (1/2)
”Is something wrong Rong'er, you look a bit pale…”
”Ah no… I'm fine.”
”That's good, I'm counting on you to win the position at the Thunderball Hall. With that, your old man's position as the next Clan Patriarch will be secured!”
Zhang Dong in his young master disguise was about to jump out of the window while this man approached him. His true son was out cold in one of the away rooms. From what he knew, this man that was Dai Rong's father was close to becoming the next Patriarch.
”Also, have you seen that treacherous Zhuao? He has betrayed us!”
”Elder Zhuao? No… he vanished from my side when the seniors from the Thunderball Hall arrived.”
”Don't worry, we will find him, for now return to the central courtyard, we can't have the seniors wait!”
”Yes, father…”
While looking for an escape route he saw more people coming. His 'father' ordered them to escort him to the place the test was taking place. There were two of them, all at the lower end of the Martial Master level.
Without being able to make his escape he was forced back into the large space where the 'test' was taking place. There he saw two youths fighting against each other, they were both holding swords that were giving out small sparks into the air. Their robes were all cut up and it seemed that everyone was taking things very seriously.
At center stage were the two Thunderball Hall elders. They seemed bored out of their mind while looking at the youths fumbling around. Zhang Dong could tell that these prospects would have not made it into his own sect even if they tried. Their form was bad and they were slow at reacting, it looked like two kids with sticks were just randomly hitting each other.
'It would be better to just lose instantly and then run away…or should I...'
Getting involved any further than this was problematic. His disguising technique had been upgraded to an immortal level technique back when he had the points to spend for it. It would allow a person to hide their appearance even from elders two large realms above them. Only someone at the nascent soul realm would be able to see that something was off.
From what he could tell this Thunderball Hall was a sect that was similar to the old Huo Clan. Their strongest member would be someone at the Supreme Saint realm. These masters were slightly above the core formation great circle realm but not quite in the nascent soul level. If that sect even had someone at this realm was also up to debate.
'No, I have enough items… can't be too greedy.'
This sect probably had lightning element resources as well. If he wasn't strapped for time he could very well pretend to be a young disciple. After gaining some trust and cultivating more he could 'borrow' some resources and finally head home when he gained the ability to fly on a sword.
'I'll just lose on purpose, can't keep pushing my luck.'
Zhang Dong had already taken a lot from this clan. That treasury was probably not everything that they had but it probably amounted to a big chunk of their savings. The rest would probably be some trashy techniques that the Patriarch's attained which he didn't need.
”I...yield…”
The fight was over and one of the young masters was victorious over the other. The fight lasted for a while and was kind of a slogfest.
”Good… with this only sixteen candidates remain, continue.”
The Thunderball Hall elder waved his hand while still looking bored. He was not giving the youths any time to take a break. It was obvious to Zhang Dong that he just wanted to get this over with.
”Of course seniors… start the next match! Dai Rong, Dai Reng!”
He would be the first to begin this round, his opponent was the young master that Dai Rong was previously complaining about. By the naming sense, this was either a brother or some close cousin.
”Finally, I will be able to crush you while all of the elders watch!”
His opponent was also quite handsome with similar facial features to this Dai Rong. The biggest difference was the lack of long hair which was just at neck length. His opponent was holding a two-edged sword, similar to what he found in Elder Zhuao's spatial ring. He had replaced it for Dai Rong's ring for now but he did not intend to use a weapon.
”You've been awfully quiet, already shaking in your boots before your tragic loss?”
Zhang Dong didn't reply much as he was trying to lower his cultivation level. If his fist connected with this kid at full strength he would just explode into chunks of meat paste. With his silver body, he could not be harmed by this youth at all, even the elders from his clan would have a hard time even giving him a scratch.
”Don't listen to him Rong'er, show him what I taught you!”
”Be victorious Reng'er!”
His father cheered him on from the side while another man did the same for the other youth. He could feel that the two old men had similar strengths and were close in age. They might have been brothers by the similar appearance, maybe even fighting for the position of Patriarch.
”Take out your sword!”
”I don't need it for someone like you…”
Zhang Dong replied while in Dai Rong's form. He feared that his superior swordsmanship would be a dead giveaway. There was also the problem of containing it as he feared killing the youth by mistake.
”You dare?”
It seemed that his reply was taken as a taunt instead. His opponent's face went red and he charged forward while Zhang Dong waited in one spot. After absorbing some of the technique books here he knew what these youths would mostly be using.
He took on a battle stance, his hands in front of him in the form of flaws. This was one of the more basic techniques that was called 'White Tiger Palm'. It had a few forms that would not give him trouble when being performed.
”White Tiger Palm?”