Chapter 222: Trash!
Song Zixuan noticed Zhao Dong at that moment and was somewhat surprised. "Zhao Dong, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Dong swept a cold glance at the two of them. The memory of Song Zixuan calling Kuang Tianhao to make trouble for him was still vivid.
Song Zixuan frowned. "Zhao Dong, what's with that look? Didn't you hear me talking to you?"
Kuang Tianhao scoffed from the side, his face filled with contempt and disdain. "Zixuan, why are you even talking to trash like him? Just treat him like he's garbage, like he's nothing but air. He's not worthy of speaking to you." As he spoke, Kuang Tianhao sized Zhao Dong up from head to toe, then spat on the ground near his feet and sneered, "Coward. Trash."
Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes. He was surprisingly calm, just gazing at Kuang Tianhao. He was already thinking about how he would torment Kuang Tianhao later.
Kuang Tianhao sneered and pointed at Zhao Dong's nose disdainfully. "What the hell are you staring at? Anyone can stare, can't they? Useless piece of crap!"
Song Zixuan frowned slightly. "Senior Brother, let it go. Let's just eat."
"Right. Ignore this garbage." With an arrogant look, Kuang Tianhao led Song Zixuan to a nearby table, muttering under his breath.
Just then, Kuang Tianhao noticed Gu Moning sitting across from Zhao Dong, and a flicker of interest crossed his face. He grinned at Zhao Dong and said, "Hey, coward, where'd you find this chick? She's pretty. Tell her to come over and eat at our table!"
In an instant, an extreme coldness filled Zhao Dong's eyes. A conflict between him and Kuang Tianhao was one thing, but bullying women made him nothing but scum—the dregs of society!
Gu Moning's expression changed, and she quickly said, "No, thank you. I'm fine eating with Zhao Dong."
"I told you to come over, so you come over. Stop talking back!" Kuang Tianhao slammed his hand on the table, immediately drawing the gazes of everyone nearby.
The onlookers noticed Kuang Tianhao's demeanor and clothing, recognizing he wasn't someone to be trifled with, and quickly looked away. Gu Moning's face turned pale, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to come over! I am Kuang Tianhao, a Dragon Captain of the Dragon Command! It is your honor to be invited to eat with me!" As his voice rose again, a look of shock appeared on Gu Moning's face. He's actually from the Dragon Command! People from the Dragon Command all hold extremely high statuses; their backgrounds are truly extraordinary.
Yet Gu Moning still bit her lip and said, "I'm sorry, Dragon Captain Kuang, but I'd prefer to eat here."
"You're really refusing to give me face!" Kuang Tianhao slammed the table and shot to his feet, staring coldly at Gu Moning, who broke out in a cold sweat under his gaze.
Song Zixuan frowned. "Senior Brother, just eat your noodles. We're on a mission. Try to be calm."
Kuang Tianhao waved his hand dismissively. "Junior Sister, this is my business. Stay out of it."
With that, Kuang Tianhao pointed at Gu Moning and said coldly, "I'll say it one last time. Get over here."
"Dragon Captain Kuang, I..." Gu Moning looked distressed, completely at a loss.
Just then, Zhao Dong, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke, his voice unnervingly calm. "Have I been giving you too much face?"
Kuang Tianhao's expression changed in an instant, and he shot to his feet. His eyes were like ice as he stared at Zhao Dong, roaring, "You bastard Zhao! I'll give you one chance to rephrase that. Do you dare say that to me again?"
Zhao Dong smiled, enunciating every word. "I said, have I been giving you too much face?"
"You're courting death!" Kuang Tianhao's rage exploded. He was completely stunned that Zhao Dong dared to speak to him that way. Filled with fury, he lashed out with a palm strike at Zhao Dong.
Kuang Tianhao was a seventh-level Grandmaster, and he had indeed once been quite strong. But now, in front of Zhao Dong, he was a complete joke.
As Kuang Tianhao's palm flew toward him, Zhao Dong showed no fear and struck out with his own palm to meet it.
Kuang Tianhao's eyes filled with cold mockery. "Trash. You lost to me last time, and you still dare to clash palms with me? You're courting death!"
As he spoke, their palms met. An explosive shockwave instantly filled the air, rattling the tables. Zhao Dong remained expressionless, but Kuang Tianhao's face contorted through a series of emotions: first confusion, then suspicion, followed by shock, and finally, utter, disbelieving terror.
With a sickening thud, Kuang Tianhao was sent flying backward. While Zhao Dong hadn't moved an inch, Kuang Tianhao crashed violently against a nearby tree before sliding to the ground.
Song Zixuan's expression changed as well. She rushed over, asking, "Senior Brother, are you alright?"
Pushing himself up through the pain, Kuang Tianhao glared at Zhao Dong, his eyes filled with venomous resentment. He roared in humiliation and rage, "You animal! You're fucking courting death!"
Like a madman, Kuang Tianhao charged forward, his eyes burning with killing intent.
Zhao Dong gave a cold smirk, completely fearless as he rushed forward to meet the attack. Channeling the Mystic Sky Fist, he clashed directly with Kuang Tianhao.
Their fists collided. Zhao Dong took two steps back, but Kuang Tianhao was forced back seven or eight steps, his face a mask of pure shock. "How is this possible?!"
In disbelief, Kuang Tianhao let out a low growl and charged at Zhao Dong again.
Zhao Dong smirked coldly. Pushing off his right leg, he shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, heading straight for Kuang Tianhao. The sound of whistling fists ripped through the air as the two exchanged more than a dozen moves in an instant.
Zhao Dong was hit by two punches and a kick, while Kuang Tianhao took several of Zhao Dong's blows in return. The faces of both men turned slightly pale. After all, Kuang Tianhao was considered a genius of the Dragon Command and still possessed considerable strength, allowing him to stabilize his footing for a moment.
They both landed at the same time, Kuang Tianhao's eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The last time they fought, he only needed to use thirty or forty percent of his power. But this time, even using sixty or seventy percent, he still couldn't defeat Zhao Dong!
"Damn it! What the hell happened to you, you bastard?!" Kuang Tianhao roared defiantly, clenching his fists and charging once more.
"Formless Buddha Fist!"
With a frenzied and savage look in his eyes, Kuang Tianhao executed the technique. Faintly, the sound of an ancient Buddha's chanting could be heard. His momentum surged, and the phantom image of an ancient Buddha seemed to appear behind him. A powerful, oppressive pressure immediately bore down on Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong frowned and let out a low shout. "Mystic Sky Fist!"
The Mystic Sky Fist was one of the most profound boxing arts in the world. Completely fearless, Zhao Dong unleashed the technique, meeting the attack with the most direct, brutal, and supreme fist style. For a moment, they were a dizzying flurry of attacks and blocks, their moves complex and dazzling to watch.
Zhao Dong's expression remained calm; he even looked as if he were fighting effortlessly. In contrast, Kuang Tianhao was drenched in sweat, his face etched with pure shock. Just a few days ago, Zhao Dong was no match for him! How is it that now, even after he unleashed ninety percent of his power, he still can't win?
Zhao Dong shook his head and said flatly, "Alright, I'm done playing with you. It's boring."
The moment the words left his lips, Zhao Dong's moves became unbelievably sharp. For an instant, he seemed like a god descending to the mortal realm. In a few short seconds, he bombarded Kuang Tianhao with dozens of punches, the sound of their passage whistling through the air.
Kuang Tianhao managed to block the first few blows, but he soon found himself completely unable to keep up with Zhao Dong's speed. Worse, Zhao Dong's power drove him to despair. He's too strong! His strength completely transcends the normal limits of this realm!
Zhao Dong grew fiercer as the fight went on, his techniques becoming more numerous, more difficult to predict, and more terrifyingly powerful. In contrast, Kuang Tianhao became increasingly ragged, struggling just to receive the blows. Finally, he could no longer hold out. Zhao Dong landed a vicious punch on his chin, followed by a rain of fists that pounded against his chest.
BANG! Kuang Tianhao was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground. It felt as if five or six of his bones had snapped.
"Again," Zhao Dong said, standing his ground and beckoning to Kuang Tianhao with his finger.
Kuang Tianhao slammed his fist on the ground, fighting through the pain as he roared hysterically, "I refuse to accept this! You... you're just a loser I've already defeated! I won't accept it!"
His eyes bloodshot, Kuang Tianhao charged forward like a furious lion.
Zhao Dong smirked coldly. He's getting frantic, but I'm in no rush. "Is that all you've got? I thought you were supposed to be strong. You're even more worthless than trash."
With that, Zhao Dong threw a punch.
BOOM! Kuang Tianhao felt as if he'd been hit by a truck, his body sent flying uncontrollably. The force of the impact even shattered several of his meridians. He rolled several times after hitting the ground, his face a mask of pain and covered in dirt. It felt as if every bone in his body was about to shatter.
He tried to push himself up, but he had no strength left. He could only lie on the ground, struggling pitifully. His heart was filled with utter shock. How was this possible? Was he no longer a match for Zhao Dong? Just moments ago, facing him, he had felt a sense of powerlessness, of absolute despair! How could Zhao Dong have undergone such a world-shaking transformation in just a few days?
Zhao Dong's face darkened as he appeared in front of Kuang Tianhao in a flash.
"You—" Kuang Tianhao began angrily, but before he could finish, Zhao Dong brought his foot down, stepping directly onto his chest.
Kuang Tianhao spat out a mouthful of blood as his sternum cracked.
Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes, his voice utterly cold. "A mere Dragon Captain of the Dragon Command... you really think you're someone important, don't you?"
"Zhao Dong, you—"
Before he could finish, Zhao Dong kicked him squarely in the face.