Chapter 340 (2/2)
Zhang Dong started to wonder why his infiltration schemes always seemed to backfire. The less he tried to stand out, the more people looked his way. Now, this bear-looking person was trying to start a fight with him and he was slowly starting to lose his composure.
”You want to face me?”
”Who else is there, are you scared?”
”Hah…”
He knew that he should not let himself get yanked down to this person's level. The young man was half his age, as a proper a.d.u.l.t, he should refrain from being too violent. However, this didn't mean that he wasn't willing to show the rowdy youths a thing or two.
Slowly he stood up from his spot and took a step forward. Where his foot met was where he dropped one of the juniors of this senior brother. He just used him as a stepping stone to get closer to Wang Yating.
The large man at the sight of that became enraged. This was not due to Zhang Dong hurting his junior brothers in front of him, no. By stepping on them in front of their Senior Brother he was showing disrespect to him, it was a blatant hit to his face.
”You dare step on my brother?”
”Oh, I didn't see him there, my apologies, Ya-bing was it?”
The large youth started getting red in the face, he was clearly not used to people making fun of him. Zhang Dong knew those types well, if someone stepped on his shoe he would have them beaten to an inch of their life.
”How brazen…”
”Do you think he stands a chance against senior brother Yating?”
”I don't know… maybe those two really were just tired…”
The other trial sect members started whispering amongst each other while Zhang Dong and Wang Yating headed outside this shack. This time around he was not planning to end it with just a quick hit but there was no reason to destroy the barracks in the process.
'Those elders could probably feel me do something anyway, I guess I can show them some of my strength …'
Zhang Dong was slowly abandoning the notion of leaving this place too quickly. From what he could tell there were protective formations as well as Martial Masters spread out everywhere.
The formation that was protecting this sect was at the core formation level, about the later stage. With his current cultivation, he would not be able to disable it even with the help of his knowledge. He would at least need to prepare some items beforehand and for that he needed something and that something was privacy.
His plans have shifted in attaining that, if he was seen as a genius he would probably be given his own private spot as an inner sect disciple. Even some of the outer sect disciples had their own cultivation caves or houses.
”I'll beat some respect into you!”
They were now outside and everyone was eager to see what Zhang Dong was capable of. The ones that lost previously were hoping that he would win, while also trying to see if they could witness some faults in Yating's technique that they could later exploit.
Zhang Dong was wearing one of those flowy robes that he disliked. He didn't reply to the taunts and Yating finally lost it and charged towards him with a mad rush. His muscles expanded and his fingers turned into blackened claws.
He was using some strange body refining technique that changed his hands into deadly weapons. He did a number on his previous opponents which were full of deep scratch wounds.
Regretfully he was fighting someone much more experienced than him. Zhang Dong was sure to drop his cultivation level to appear as someone at the late inner aura stage.
Yating went in like a savage beast but he was unable to connect with any of his attacks. For his size, he was quite nimble but each time he thought he would draw blood his opponent managed to slip away at the last second.
This was all a show, Zhang Dong was playing it up to the elders that were looking. He wanted to appear as someone versed in fighting by managing to evade each deadly blow after deadly blow.
”Stop running and fight like a man!”
”As you wish.”
”A battle of strength, would that satisfy you?”
”Damn conceited idiot!”
Yating went red in the face but quickly took Zhang Dong up on the offer. He grasped his opponent's smaller hand and began to squeeze while trying to break the fingers. To his surprise no matter how hard he tried, he could not hear any sound of bones cracking. Instead, he felt like he was stuck in some kind of vice, unable to pull his hand away.
”Did you really think you are the only one that studies body refining techniques?”
Zhang Dong's hand turned into a silvery color and everyone could see it appear metallic in nature. The bear-looking young man's digits were promptly snapped and the crunching sounds could be heard by everyone here.
Yating started screaming while going down to his knees, then with a well-placed smack to the neck he was knocked out cold by Zhang Dong. The other young members looked on with horror at Yating's demise. The monster that defeated them was easily dispatched by this unknown young man, putting him at the very top of their group.
”What is this, fighting between junior members is forbidden!”
Suddenly the Martial Masters that were hiding in the bushes appeared at the scene. There were three of them and they quickly dispersed everyone. The injured Yating was carried out into the infirmary while the rest were ordered to go to sleep. Finally, the first night at the new sect was over, what the next day would bring remained to be seen.