Chapter 340 (1/2)

Zhang Dong found himself in a bit of a predicament. He had hoped to avoid confronting the other young testosterone-filled youths. They were all just done pumping their c.h.e.s.ts out and now ready to collect on the winnings.

The Thunderball Hall did not care about any old possessions that they brought here from their old clans. Thus a lot of the young lords here were still in possession of their spatial rings. He knew of a little technique that could mask the insides of the ring but only when it was close to his body.

If someone decided to take it away then they would see that he had quite the large pile of lower grade spirit stones in there. It didn't seem that this youth was the type that backed down though but he would try to resolve it without too much fighting.

”Are you ignoring this Zhong Yahui? I saw you cower in fear while all of us sect brothers fought, a coward like you does not deserve any cultivation resources!”

The young man named Zhong Yahui reached out with his hand. He was clearly trying to grab Zhang Dong's wrist to relinquish him of his ring.

Even before Zhang Dong could use his superior diplomacy skills it seemed that it was over. This young man had a certain shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. It was clear that he was itching to fight some more, he was probably one of those types.

Some youths that had been beaten up by this young master looked on from the side. It seemed to them that another one would succ.u.mb to this bullies' strength.

For some odd reason though they all felt a small gust of wind. A little bit later they saw the smirking Zhong Yahui falling down onto his face while Dai Rong moved to the side.

”Oh… he must have tired himself out during the fights… how regrettable…”

Zhang Dong whistled to himself while pushing the passed-out youth away with his foot. While Zhong Yahui was focusing on his spatial ring he delivered a strike to his neck. He was a cultivator of a big realm above these youths, doing so without being spotted was possible. His arm moved so fast that at most the others could see a blur and feel the wind pressure.

'No one should have been able to see what I did…'

He thought to himself while trying to avoid the curious gazes. It did look suspicious that one of the stronger trial disciples had passed out just like that.

'I don't think they are buying it…'

The youths continued to stare at him and the passed out Zhong Yahui. They were probably not so dumb to believe that a cultivator like that would just go down without a fight. He knew what they were thinking but not like he could do anything about it now.

”What happened to brother Yahui…”

The number two from the group of victorious youths appeared out of the crowd. He was just in time to look at the passed out Yahui who he now called a brother. This was Bai Tu who along with Yahui and Wang Yating who was the strongest had taken over this group of disciples.

”Someone explain this!”

He was quick to grab someone from the peanut gallery. Now after showing his strength he was not afraid to enforce the rules around here.

”He just fell over… I don't know”

”How does he just fall over, did you gang up on him? I guess we didn't crush you lot thoroughly!”

The young man he was holding on was already covered in wounds. He and most of the people here had taken part in the fight for the top spot and were now covering before the might of the top cultivators here.

”Senior brother I'm not lying, he walked over to that brother there and just fell over.”

”Oh?”

The number two from the trio of young masters homed in on Zhang Dong. He had sat down on the bed now and was sitting on it with his legs crossed. Even though he just wanted everyone to go away and leave him alone, trouble was heading his way.

”You! Did you do this to my junior brother?”

For someone like Zhang Dong that was now used to being looked up to, it was hard to get used to getting talked down to. This young man showed no respect, luckily he was talking with someone that didn't take such things to heart.

”Your junior brother? I don't know who you are talking about, I'm just trying to meditate, the elders told us to sleep, we should listen to their wise words.”

”The elders? Now listen here you…”

This youth was apparently not having it either. While talking he reached his hand out towards the sitting Zhang Dong. Then, just like before the people in the room could feel a strange gust of wind. Bai Tu was then seen falling backward with his eyes rolling back into his eye sockets.

”They really must be tired, all that fighting must have taken a toll on their spiritual energy…”

He smiled while talking to the rest of the people in this room. Even though he was trying to hide it, it didn't seem like this group of youths believed any of his bullshit. They started inching away from the spot that he was sitting in. One might have been a coincidence but not two of the stronger trial disciples were down on the ground.

”Junior brother Tu? Junior brother Yahui?”

It was time for the third stooge to appear. Wang Yating was his name and he did not look like someone below the age of twenty. He already had a full-grown beard and was at least two meters in height. There was a certain scowl on his face as he looked at the two young masters that Zhang Dong had knocked out.

”What happened here, you better explain everything to this Wang Yating!”

”So it was you? How did a scrawny-looking bastard like you manage to defeat my junior brothers? Do you dare face me?”