Capítulo 157: Zhongli Blow
Xue Ye, Salas, Ning Fengzhi, the three may not be very old, but they're all a bunch of old foxes. But in front of Zhongli they are nothing.
The combined age of the three was barely two hundred years.
For Zhongli, whose life spanned a vast expanse of time, two hundred years made them nothing more than children who hadn't grown up yet.
And yet, over something as trivial as a drawing of lots, they began to "defer" to each other, which was quite ridiculous.
Since this was the case, it would be up to him to draw.
In the original timeline, it was the Platinum Bishop, Salas, who completed the first-round drawing of lots.
The match-up between Shrek and the Heaven Dou Royal Team No. 2 was actually not rigged by Salas.
However, a few of the audience members and the Shrek group believed Salas had cheated…
He, the esteemed Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall, didn't know Shrek's members then and had no clue about Tang San's identity. There was absolutely no reason for him to cheat!
The Heaven Dou Royal Team No. 2 consisted of students from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, representing the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family.
If Salas really intended to cheat, why would he need to target a small fry like Shrek, who barely deserved the spotlight? If he truly wanted to rig the lot, why would he favor the Heaven Dou Royal family? He wasn't one of them; there was no reason to give them face.
Likewise, he had no grievances with Shrek Academy, so why would he place such a strong team like the Heaven Dou Royal Team No. 2 against them?
With no reason to cheat, Salas swore upon Spirit Hall's honor, and there was no falsehood in his words; he felt entirely justified.
With one step, Zhongli vanished from the VIP seats.
In the next moment, amber light flickered beside the host, and his figure reappeared.
With this brief display, everyone in the audience stood stunned, mouths agape.
It was truly shocking!
After all, Zhongli hadn't released his martial spirit, nor had he activated any soul abilities, yet he accomplished this "instant teleportation"!
Forget about Soul Douluos—even Title Douluos might not be able to pull this off!
"No doubt about it, Sect Master, the path I have to walk is still long," sighed Du Bafang.
When he was at the Soul Saint level, he merely sensed Zhongli's overwhelming strength without knowing how powerful he truly was.
Now, as a Title Douluo himself, he looked back, and Zhongli's towering figure seemed as vast as the heavens.
Ning Fengzhi and Chenxin exchanged a look, glancing at Du Bafang, with a trace of trepidation in their eyes.
This acting head of the Body Sect was undoubtedly a Title Douluo-level powerhouse!
How on earth did he manage to break through to Title Douluo in such a short time?
Du Bafang's previous power could still be sensed if one probed carefully.
It was one thing for Zhongli to be powerful himself, but his ability to train subordinates was truly astonishing.
But alas, they had no idea what Zhongli had done, nor did they dare ask.
This was the greatest secret of a soul master; to ask would be both inappropriate and taboo!
One could think about it, but speaking it aloud would be crossing a line.
If Zhongli misunderstood, it might spell a "heavenly tribulation" for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
This move from Zhongli shocked them as well; at the very least, even Chenxin and Gu Rong couldn't manage such a feat.
Gu Rong did have spatial-type soul abilities, but he needed to release his martial spirit and use soul skills to achieve such results.
Zhongli, on the other hand, didn't use any soul master powers!
The fear they felt towards him only deepened.
In the shadows, Tang Hao watched, and beads of cold sweat dripped from his brow.
The sense of pressure emanating from Zhongli was far greater than even Qian Daoliu!
Qian Daoliu's aura of eight black and one red didn't compare to the pressure Zhongli emitted.
Tang Hao silently thanked his luck that he hadn't confronted Zhongli directly. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
But it was a bitter pill to swallow for Ah Yin's soul bone; who knows when he'd get a chance to reclaim it.
Even if the entirety of the Clear Sky Sect joined forces, they might not be able to topple the Body Sect as it was now.
Unless his grandfather Tang Chen returned, otherwise, only when Tang San broke through to level ninety-nine could they have any hope of retrieving Ah Yin's soul bone.
But at level ninety-nine, even a hundred-thousand-year soul bone would be of little use…
Salas, too, looked at Du Bafang with some trepidation, feeling bitter inside.
He had been stuck at Soul Douluo level for years, uncertain whether he'd ever reach Title Douluo.
And yet, just by following a good sect master, this guy had somehow broken through to Title Douluo…
As for Zhongli, Salas didn't dare to have any notions at all!
Even Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo behaved respectfully before Zhongli. He, a mere Soul Douluo and a Platinum Bishop, was nothing in Zhongli's presence!
If Zhongli weren't here, perhaps he'd have taken the chance to make an appearance during the lot-drawing ceremony, but with Zhongli present, that idea was immediately dismissed! Competing for the spotlight with the "Martial God"? Was he tired of living?
A person should have self-awareness; dealing with a sect master like Ning Fengzhi, who "talks reason," he could afford to be assertive, as he represented Spirit Hall and had its backing.
But in front of a "reasonable" sect master like Zhongli and a "reasonable" sect like the Body Sect, Salas lacked confidence.
Even if Zhongli didn't take offense, what if this deputy sect master Du Bafang did…?
After all, people from the Body Sect were a bunch of madmen!
If he dared steal their sect master's thunder, he'd better watch his back walking home at night…
On the stage, the host held a "voice-amplifying soul tool," his face beaming as he passionately announced, "As everyone knows, the Body Sect values the spirit of contracts above all else."
"Moreover, as the first-generation sect master of the Body Sect, Lord Martial God Douluo embodies this very spirit of contracts!"
Whether it was true or not was unclear, but his job was simply to praise.
Yet, little did he know, his words were actually true!
Even Zhongli, upon hearing this, reflexively twitched at the corner of his eye and gave the host a second glance.
Could he actually know something?
Upon hearing this, the crowd thought it over briefly and nodded in agreement.
Whether it was Zhongli or the Body Sect, they indeed frequently spoke about contracts.
They strictly adhered to the terms of any contract.
Anyone who'd dealt with Zhongli or Body Sect disciples knew this well.
"With Lord Martial God Douluo drawing lots, there's no doubt—it's absolutely trustworthy!"
The host's face was resolute as he spoke.
Though he wasn't a disciple of the Body Sect and had never met Zhongli, he had heard tales of him.
In truth, many workers in the Arena were "fans" of Zhongli, calling themselves "Martial God admirers" or "Zhongli admirers."
Admiring the strong was an age-old tradition in Douluo Continent.
What's more, Zhongli bore the title of the world's strongest!
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