"An inheritance? That can't be..." Gu Mengyao was taken aback, yet unease stirred in her heart. She truly feared that Wei Zhao might not be a match for him...

You Panhu was happy today, because Wei Zhao had not come to school. These past few days, with Wei Zhao around, he and Kang Zhaolong had been playing the submissive grandson. It wasn't that they were cowards—it was simply that the shock Wei Zhao had brought was too great.

Today Wei Zhao was absent, and You Panhu and Kang Zhaolong had lain low all morning. Just as they were about to go make contact with Han Jingyi in the afternoon, someone at the door began shouting and making a commotion!

"Where's You Panhu? Who's called You Panhu? Get out here and roll to Brother Liang!" Zhong Yongliang banged the dark-iron refined-steel rod against the classroom doorframe with a clang, clang, clang as he barked.

You Panhu was instantly stunned! In this school he counted as a ruthless figure. Apart from Wei Zhao, who refused to give him face, who else would dare refuse him face? Even Li Biaohan of the Fire Wolf Gang, or Zhuang Niaodao of the hidden Zhuang family—none of them dared to say such things!

Apart from Wei Zhao, no one else had ever dared use the word "roll" on him—anyone else would have been tired of living!

"Who the hell are you? Tired of living? You dare curse our Young Master You?" Before You Panhu could even speak, two of his lackeys stood up first and charged toward the doorway.

"You two are You Panhu's men? One Yellow Rank and one Mystic Rank?" Zhong Yongliang asked, looking at the two charging at him.

"That's right! Where are you from?" Yellow Hair was startled. He hadn't expected this fellow to be able to name his and Purple Hair's strength. So he wasn't some ignorant hothead after all—could he really have some backing?

"Oh, since that's the case, then just wait to get beaten!" Zhong Yongliang swung his rod down, striking Yellow Hair directly on the head. It didn't crack his skull open, but blood immediately began to pour!

Yellow Hair hadn't expected Zhong Yongliang to strike the moment he spoke, without a single word of courtesy, so he took the blow unguarded! That one strike wasn't enough to knock him down outright, but it left him dizzy and disoriented. Before he could react, the rod came crashing down again!

"Bang, bang, bang..." Zhong Yongliang struck fast. He knew his own weakness, so he tried to end the fight quickly.

"You little bastard, you're asking for death!" Yellow Hair flew into a rage. "Purple Hair, kill him!"

Purple Hair had come to his senses by then too. Seeing Zhong Yongliang come in swinging the iron rod wildly at Yellow Hair, he threw a punch straight at Zhong Yongliang! But Purple Hair was also puzzled—this Zhong Yongliang didn't seem to be a ** practitioner at all. The iron rod was certainly formidable, but his rank was completely unreadable?

This fellow had no true qi at all, nor could he mobilize the heaven-and-earth spiritual energy around him into true qi like other external experts? Then just what was this fellow's strength?

But no matter what his strength was, Purple Hair was confident he could cripple Zhong Yongliang with one punch! He was a Mystic Rank expert, and the force behind his punch was considerable. He had even deliberately held back some of his power—otherwise, one punch could have killed Zhong Yongliang outright.

But what happened next left Purple Hair utterly baffled! His fist landed on Zhong Yongliang, and Zhong Yongliang seemed to have no reaction at all—no dodging, no flinching, not even a grunt. He simply kept flailing the iron rod at Yellow Hair!

"Bang, bang, bang..." Zhong Yongliang struck faster and faster, more and more smoothly. For the first time he discovered that beating people up was this satisfying—no wonder Wei Zhao used to love bullying him!

"Awoo..." Yellow Hair panicked. Seeing that Purple Hair hadn't taken down Zhong Yongliang, he no longer bothered to protect his body with true qi and launched a flurry of punches and kicks at Zhong Yongliang! But the tragedy was that although his fists and feet all landed on Zhong Yongliang, they seemed to have no effect at all!

Because Zhong Yongliang was still savagely flogging him, utterly ignoring the attacks from him and Purple Hair.

Finally, Yellow Hair's vision blurred from the beating. He lost his footing and collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Zhong Yongliang, meanwhile, turned and began furiously battering Purple Hair with the dark-iron refined-steel rod!

This feeling sent Zhong Yongliang floating on air. Fighting others—they couldn't beat him, but he could beat them!

Purple Hair realized something was wrong. This brat before him was clearly unafraid of being hit—no matter how they struck him, it was useless. He seemed completely uninjured, while on their side they were already covered in wounds! Purple Hair also noticed the problem: the rod in Zhong Yongliang's hand was no ordinary iron rod. It seemed to be a treasure that could pass through his true-qi body shield and directly injure his body!

At that thought, Purple Hair reached out to snatch the dark-iron refined-steel rod from Zhong Yongliang's hands. But the moment his hand gripped the end of the rod, trying to wrench it away, he suddenly felt a powerful high-voltage current surge from its tip, coursing straight through his entire body!

With a miserable shriek of "Awoo," Purple Hair breakdanced in place for a moment, then collapsed to the ground with black smoke pouring from his head, electrocuted to an unknown fate!

"Sb!" Zhong Yongliang glanced contemptuously at Purple Hair on the ground. This dark-iron refined-steel rod had been specially designed for him by Zhang Naipao, who had begged the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable for it. The Tomorrow-after-Tomorrow Sect, being a demonic sect, naturally had some demonic methods. Though they couldn't forge heaven-rank divine weapons, they could modify weapons with mechanisms—for example, Zhong Yongliang's dark-iron refined-steel rod had mechanisms installed inside. When someone tried to snatch it, it would automatically release a high-voltage current.

You Panhu stood in the classroom, staring dumbly at this fiend who had suddenly appeared at the door. His heart was full of doubt and alarm. Who was this kid? Where had he popped out from? How was he so fierce, laying out both of his men on the ground?

"Your turn!" Zhong Yongliang pointed the dark-iron refined-steel rod at You Panhu. "Come on over. If you don't block or defend, I'll give you a quick death."

"Who the hell are you? Did I ever provoke you?" You Panhu was feeling a bit guilty. The hidden You family was formidable, yes, but he wasn't formidable right now. This person before him clearly had powerful combat strength, and most importantly, he didn't fear being hit—which made You Panhu tremble with fear.

"My name is Zhong Yongliang!" Zhong Yongliang tapped the iron rod against the classroom doorframe. "You didn't provoke me, but you provoked my celestial being!"

"Who's your celestial being?" You Panhu was stunned.

"Gu Mengyao. I'm her close bodyguard!" Zhong Yongliang said.

"Gu Mengyao?" You Panhu was stunned again, and nearly burst into tears. "Damn it, when did I ever provoke her? I barely even know her! The only contact I've had was when that big-boobed chick beside her smashed me with a bowling ball! I'm the victim here!"

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