Chapter 202: Sealing!
He unleashed a ferocious barrage of punches at Kuang Tianhao.
With his injured arm slowing his reaction time, Kuang Tianhao was unable to defend himself as over a dozen of Zhao Dong's punches landed squarely on him.
Kuang Tianhao coughed up a mouthful of blood as he slammed backward into a tree, snapping it in two before collapsing to the ground in a heap.
Song Zixuan stared in stunned disbelief, never having anticipated this outcome. "Cousin!" she cried, rushing to help him up.
Kuang Tianhao spat out another mouthful of blood and waved her away. He struggled back to his feet, his eyes turning utterly sinister.
Zhao Dong let out a heavy breath. He was also exhausted. The fight had taken a massive toll on him, and his body was covered in injuries. Still, he wore a look of indifference as he looked coldly at Kuang Tianhao.
"You're trash. You've been cultivating for years longer than I have, and you're even a Dragon Captain of the Dragon-Taming Division. Are you even worthy of the title?"
"Zhao Dong, you're pushing me!" Kuang Tianhao gritted his teeth so hard they began to bleed. His expression was ferocious, enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.
Zhao Dong shrugged with disdain. "Pushing you? You're the one who went too far. Do you really think the Dragon-Taming Division is the king of the world? You only got the upper hand because your realm is a little higher. Otherwise, I'd beat you like a dog!"
Kuang Tianhao's eyes suddenly turned cold as he spat out three words, "Sealing Body Seal!"
This was a special technique Kuang Tianhao had learned years ago, capable of temporarily immobilizing an enemy's body. The price was steep, however, as it required burning one's own essence blood. Minor consequences included a weakened body and slowed cultivation speed, but severe cases could damage one's cultivation foundation and even endanger one's life.
Using it today meant Kuang Tianhao would be utterly weak and powerless for the next few days, no different from an ordinary person.
After shouting the technique's name, Kuang Tianhao drew a pattern on his palm and thrust it through the air toward Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong was startled for a moment, but his expression changed drastically in the next second. His body suddenly felt frozen, his movements becoming incredibly sluggish, as if he had been sealed by some unseen force.
Damn it! This is his trump card! I never expected him to have an ability like this!
Immobilized, Zhao Dong could do nothing as Kuang Tianhao swiftly closed the distance and landed a heavy punch on his chest, sending him rolling across the ground. Before he could get up, Kuang Tianhao stepped on his chest, two fingers aimed at his throat.
"Don't move," Kuang Tianhao warned. "Move again, and I'll kill you."
Zhao Dong sneered, "You pathetic coward. You're not as strong as me, so you resort to dirty tricks like this. Truly shameless."
"This is just one of my secret techniques. Where's the shame in that?" Kuang Tianhao replied indifferently. "You, on the other hand, are just trash."
Zhao Dong's body was rigid and immobile. He said coldly, "Without this strange secret technique, you wouldn't even dare to fart in front of me."
Kuang Tianhao sneered, "A defeated foe like you only has tough talk left."
With that, Kuang Tianhao looked to Song Zixuan and smiled. "Cousin, I've subdued this piece of trash. What should we do with him?"
Song Zixuan looked at Zhao Dong on the ground, bit her lip, and asked coldly, "Zhao Dong, do you admit you were wrong?"
Zhao Dong replied coldly, "Admit my ass! I did nothing wrong!"
Kuang Tianhao's eyes turned cold, and he stomped hard on Zhao Dong's chest, sending a sharp pain through him. With a cold smile, he kicked Zhao Dong in the abdomen. Zhao Dong rolled seven or eight meters, collapsing in a battered, dusty heap on the ground, gasping for breath.
He had already given it his all. For a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refinement, the ability to fight a fifth-level Grandmaster head-on already made him an exceptionally rare prodigy. However, Kuang Tianhao was a seventh-level Grandmaster. Furthermore, he was also a genius cultivated with the vast resources of the Dragon-Taming Division. For Zhao Dong to have fought him to such a standstill and forced him to pay a heavy price was already a victory in itself.
Kuang Tianhao walked over, pressed his foot onto Zhao Dong's neck, and sneered, "How about it? Still feeling tough?"
Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze fixed on Kuang Tianhao and Song Zixuan.
Song Zixuan sighed softly. "Cousin, that's enough. Spare his life. Teaching him a lesson is sufficient."
Kuang Tianhao nodded. "True. He's just a piece of trash, not worth my time." He then turned to Song Zixuan. "Let's go, Cousin."
As he spoke, Kuang Tianhao reached for Song Zixuan's hand, but she subtly pulled it away. He glanced at her but said nothing. He had actually liked Song Zixuan for a long time and had even hinted at his feelings, but she always pretended not to understand and never reciprocated. Still, he wanted to keep trying. After all, even though they were cousins, he was truly smitten with her—she was just that beautiful.
Kuang Tianhao gave Zhao Dong one last look, kicked him again, and said coldly, as if speaking to an ant, "Trash. If you ever bully my cousin again, I'll cripple you."
Leaving those words behind, Kuang Tianhao started to lead Song Zixuan away.
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Dong vowed word by word to their departing backs, "Just you wait! I'll pay you back for all of this!"
He felt a deep sense of humiliation at being taught a lesson by someone Song Zixuan had called. Damn it. It was his own fault for being too weak, but the frustration was unbearable.
Kuang Tianhao heard him. His expression turned icy, and in a flash, he was back, stomping his foot on Zhao Dong's neck. Murderous intent filled his eyes. "Thinking of revenge? Do you believe I won't kill you right here, right now?"