Chapter 442: Zhao Lan’s Worry

Chapter 442: Zhao Lan’s Worry

Yao Zhao and Xu Rulin teleported out of the platform at the same time.

Yang Zhao was pressing one hand to his chest wound, but he gave to Xu Rulin and the surrounding crowd a bow just like a primp and proper gentleman before returning to Yang Shixius side.

On the other hand, Xu Rulin only took two steps before he suddenly collapsed on the ground and spilled his blood everywhere.

While everyone was panicking, three people appeared in front of Xu Rulin at the same time. The first person was Hong Jianglong, the second was Lei Xiaodan, and the third was a fat, ugly man who was almost as broad as he was tall.

When he landed on the floor, it felt like the entire mountain was shaking a little.

No one dared to laugh in his face, however. He was Zhou Hengshan, the commander-in-chief of the Hengshan Army.

Hong Jianglong glanced at the duo before crouching on one knee and placing a finger on Xu Rulins wrist.

How is it? Lei Xiaodan asked.

Hes hurt very badly. His mind in particular is tethering on the brink of collapse, Hong Jianglong said seriously. He needs immediate medical treatment.

Xu Rulin is a soldier. Leave him to me, Zhou Hengshan declared in a tone that wouldnt accept any other answer.

Sure. Hong Jianglong didnt stop him. Every second counted considering Xu Rulins condition.

Zhou Hengshan ordered his men to take Xu Rulin away. The surrounding murmurs only subsided after Xu Rulin was out of sight and out of mind.

I knew it. Can Xu Rulin even recover in time to take part in the next round? Luo Zhan wondered out loud.

Who knows? Ye Qing shrugged. He was happy though. If Xu Rulin really was too injured to participate in the next round, that was one less competitor standing in his way of becoming the champion. Lets focus on the remaining matches, shall we?

Two matches were still in progress, and one of them was the match between Zhao Lan and Zhao Buer. After so much time had passed, their battle was nearing its end. From the start until the end, Zhao Lan was able to stay a step ahead of Zhao Buer using the sheer resilience and recovery speed of the Eight Directions Art of Begging. However, that didnt mean that Zhao Buer didnt put up a good fight. With the Ghost Razor, he was able to launch multiple counterattacks that couldve downed Zhao Lan if not for his cultivation art. At the very end, he even shaved his own head using the Ghost Razor and allowed himself to be possessed by hundreds of ghosts in hopes of making the ultimate comeback.

Unfortunately for Zhao Buer, it still wasnt enough. That was what ultimately cemented his defeat.

Zhuo Henshui and Wen Xiaonuans battle was far more one-sided, but it was very different from what most people had imagined. Almost everyone thought that Wen Xiaonuan would easily defeat Zhuo Henshui with her aura of depression and despair, but in reality, it was the other way around.

Just yesterday, the head of the Little Fist Sect and his men had attacked Zhuo Henshui to take revenge for his disciple. While Zhuo Henshui astounded everyone by overcoming not just numbers, but an entire cultivation level by grievously wounding Lu Youwang, a late-stage Spirit Master, there was no way she couldve done it without a terrible price. They all expected her to lose going into the match.

They were wrong, however. From the start until the end, Zhuo Henshui was kicking Wen Xiaonuans ass like nobodys business. For whatever reason, Wen Xiaonuans debilitating aura was unable to affect Zhuo Henshui one bit, and it was the same for her bizarre, almost suicidal martial art.

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When Wen Xiaonuan attacked her from range, she crushed all of the projectiles with her bare fists.

When Wen Xiaonuan tried to get close, Zhuo Henshui sent her flying with a single punch.

No matter what Wen Xiaonuan tried to do, she needed only one punch to dismantle it all.

Naturally, it was only a matter of time before Wen Xiaonuan lost.

A teatime later, the curtains fell on both matches. As expected, the victors were Zhao Lan and Zhuo Henshui.

After the quarter finals was over, the participants were once again given three days of rest. The four participants in the losers group would be duking it out with each other first to decide two victors and two losers, and the two losers would duke it out to decide the seventh and eighth place. After that, the two victors would fight against the two losers who faltered in the winners bracket to decide the sixth and fifth place.

Everyone left the mountain after Hong Jianglong declared the end of the quarter finals.

Zhao Lu patted his back gently while injecting wisps of internal energy into his body. He chided Zhao Lu, You know better than to let your emotions run out of control while youre this hurt.

Zhao Lu chuckled. Well, I cant help but be happy for you!

Zhao Lus weakness ignited an ember of hatred in Zhao Lans eyes. Its all because of that Ye Qing. If it wasnt for him, you wouldnt be hurt like this.

This was supposed to be our chance to be renowned throughout the jianghu, a moment to be remembered for eternity for the two of us. And yet, Ye Qing had ruined it all.

Its all his fault!

Zhao Lu hurriedly advised, Calm down, big brother. Ye Qing is a member of the Pacification Bureau and a strong foe. Please dont get reckless because of me.

The hard lines on Zhao Lans face softened as he consoled Zhao Lu, Relax. I know what to do.

Zhao Lu let out a sigh of relief before deflating a bit. Sigh. Its my fault for being so weak. I didnt want to worry you like this.

Zhao Lan patted his head and said gently, What are you talking about? Youre my brother. If I dont worry about you, who will?

Anyway, you should catch some rest. The sooner you heal, the better it is for everyone. Leave the rest to me!

Got it. Zhao Lu nodded. You should catch some rest too, big brother. You just came back from outside.

Yeah, I know. Zhao Lan tucked Zhao Lu back into bed and straightened out his blanket for him. Then, he quietly left the side room.

After he returned to the main hall, he glanced at the beggars and ordered in a cold, unfeeling tone, Im heading out for a bit. Take care of my brother. I will take your heads if he loses a single hair on his body, understand?

Y-Yes boss! We swear well take good care of your brother! Every beggar stammered with terror.

After he exited the temple, Zhao Lan suddenly let out a small cough, and blood trickled down a corner of his lips. He looked disturbed.

Although he had dominated the fight against Zhao Buer from the start until the end, the warriors final counterattack still hurt him a little.

Of course, that wasnt the point. He could heal from such an injury easily. The point was that he was unable to win against Zhao Buer, a middle-stage Spirit Purifier without suffering some injuries, while Ye Qing had defeated Jian Wusheng, a named warrior on the Human Champions Ranking with relatively few wounds.

Although he hadnt watched Ye Qing and Jian Wushengs battle, he heard enough to piece together more or less everything that had happened in that fight. The long story short was that Ye Qing had defeated Jian Wusheng fair and square.

Zhao Lan was very confident in his abilities, but he wasnt that confident that he thought he could defeat Jian Wusheng. However, Ye Qing had done the impossible. It surprised him as much as it disgusted him. Jealousy and anger threatened to rip him apart from the inside.

Ye Qing had hurt his younger brother so badly that his martial foundation was damaged. Without a great boon, his future as a warrior was more or less ruined. How could he not resent Ye Qing for it? Loath him for it?

He must have revenge for his younger brother. That was why he had purposely injured Ye Qings friend.

Because of this, Ye Qing too wanted to kill him. Compromise was impossible. The only way they would be satisfied was if the other party died.

Before, he didnt think much of Ye Qing. He was sure he could cripple the bastard fair and square and take revenge for his younger brother. Not even the Pacification Bureau would dare to interfere with the outcome of a match of the Hidden Dragon Meet. But now, things had changed. Ye Qing had surpassed his expectations and defeated Jian Wusheng. He was a real threat he couldnt afford to underestimate even a little.

If he lost, and Ye Qing killed him, there was a not insignificant chance the bastard might kill Zhao Lu as well. After all, it was common sense to wipe out ones enemies when they could. The mere thought of his brother dying caused waves of worry and anger in his head.

It was at this moment a young man appeared at the distance. Brother Zhao! Youre here? Man, it sure is difficult to find you.

Whats your business with me, Ding Xuan? Zhao Lan glared at Ding Xuan unhappily. Right now, he felt like killing someone to vent his frustrations.

As if he couldnt feel Zhao Lans unfriendly gaze, Ding Xuan said excitedly, I have good news, Brother Zhao! There might be a way to save your brother!

What? What did you say? Zhao Lan appeared in front of Ding Xuan and grabbed his shoulders tightly.