bookbashuk Chapter 162 Handing Over 8 Extraordinary Skills
Chapter 162 Handing Over 8 Extraordinary Skills
Chapter 162 Handing Over the Eight Extraordinary Techniques
Li Muxuan, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, laughed when he saw everyone lying on the ground, no longer willing to resist. "What's wrong? Where did your toughness go?"
"I told you long ago, why didn't you just hand over the Eight Extraordinary Techniques? You even dared to attack my master. You have no shame at all."
He looked around and said:
"With the title of a sworn brother of the Quanxing Sect leader and such supernatural skills, do you think you can survive after leaving this valley?"
"Giving up your secret techniques won't hurt you at all. You'll still have the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. You don't even want your teacher's protection. You're such idiots."
After he finished speaking, the valley fell into a deathly silence, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd echoing between the rock walls.
Zhang Huaiyi stared at Zuo Ruotong's motionless figure, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he even forgot to breathe.
During that desperate attack, the opponent didn't even lift an eyelid.
"Is this even human? Has he really become an immortal?!"
Zhang Huaiyi stared wide-eyed, asking himself if he had ever been so terrified.
Even the shock he received from his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei was not as great as one ten-thousandth of that from Zuo Ruotong.
My all-out attack couldn't even scratch his hair. How the hell am I supposed to fight him?
The difference is too big.
Even if his senior brother was on the verge of becoming the best in the world, he couldn't possibly subdue him without even lifting a finger, let alone someone who had already mastered the Bodyless Source Flow!
What made Zhang Huaiyi even more desperate was that even if Zuo Ruotong was injured, so what? She had reversed the three levels of life, reversed her innate nature, and could even reconstruct her body. Not to mention the enormous amount of energy she possessed, he had never even seen it before, let alone imagined that a person could have such a large amount of energy.
What a load of crap!
What Zhang Huaiyi understood, everyone else understood as well, and their eyes all dimmed.
Faced with this disparity, everyone felt utterly hopeless and had long since lost the will to resist.
"Sigh, just surrender, you big-eared scoundrel—" Wugensheng said softly from the side, his voice full of dejection.
"Master Zuo just stood there and let us beat him, and we couldn't even hurt a hair on his head. Haha, Mr. Zuo, it's not fair of you to play me like this."
When Wugensheng said this, Zhang Huaiyi and the others looked at their fourth brother, feeling that life was unpredictable and absurd. Two years ago, the news that Wugensheng had defeated Zuo Ruotong and uprooted the Sanyi Sect had spread throughout the world.
However, when I met Zuo Ruotong again recently, the scene was completely different.
Zuo Ruotong simply stood still and didn't make a move, but even if all thirty-six extraordinary individuals were combined, they couldn't even scratch a hair on Zuo Ruotong's head.
No one felt ashamed, because losing to a strong person or a legendary figure who could reverse one's innate abilities was a normal thing. It was just that the contrast between the two was too hard to accept.
Seeing everyone lying on the ground, Duanmu Ying frowned slightly, glanced at the other seven masters of the special techniques, and said softly, "Why don't we hand over the special techniques we have? After all, this is only targeting us, and the other brothers are innocent."
She mastered the Two Hands because she wanted there to be no one in the world she couldn't save, and naturally she didn't want to see other brothers suffer because of her.
After saying this, Duanmu Ying added:
"Since Senior Zuo has such strength, if he really wanted to take it, why waste words with us? He could have just attacked directly. The fact that he let us make a move without harming us is already giving us a tremendous amount of face—"
"Besides, with the Left Sect Leader's strength, he should be able to protect us."
"After all, if the label of 'Quanxing Demon' really gets out, not only will our sect be unable to protect us, but it will also cause trouble for our sect."
These words startled everyone, and then a thought crossed their minds.
Yes, with Zuo Ruotong's extraordinary abilities, they would be powerless to resist if he tried to seize the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.
Moreover, after Li Muxuan and Duanmu Ying analyzed the situation for everyone, the more than thirty extraordinary individuals present were completely swayed.
Putting aside their own safety, they also had to consider their master, junior brothers, and disciples, as well as the reputation of their sect.
They were just sworn brothers with Wugensheng; they weren't real beasts.
If their previous actions were merely due to mastering a unique skill, coupled with the presence of a powerful leader and the fact that they had just become sworn brothers, their energy and vitality were at their peak.
Now that everyone has calmed down, they know what to do.
"Haha, Duanmu is right, besides—"
Zhou Sheng lowered his head and chuckled, his tone no longer carrying the arrogance of before.
"We've only just begun to grasp the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, we haven't even scratched the surface, and we haven't witnessed their true power yet. Are we really going to die in this valley?"
These words struck a chord with the other individuals who possessed these extraordinary skills.
The Eight Extraordinary Skills are incredibly profound. They have only just begun to grasp the basics and are eager to demonstrate their abilities. Who would willingly die without knowing why?
Zhang Huaiyi remained silent for a moment before finally speaking slowly, his voice tinged with weariness yet exceptionally clear: "Our sworn brotherhood with Fourth Brother was based on loyalty and friendship, not on making enemies of the world."
"Now that the Eight Extraordinary Techniques have become a source of trouble, Sect Leader Zuo is both capable of protecting us and willing to give us a way out—"
He paused, then looked at the other seven masters of extraordinary skills: "Brothers, what do you say?"
The group exchanged glances, each seeing helplessness and resolve in the other's eyes.
"Hand it over." Ruan Feng sighed, his voice full of reality. "As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood. If you really die, all those extraordinary skills and supernatural abilities will become empty talk."
He only wanted to have three meals a day and live a few more comfortable years before he comprehended the Six Treasuries Immortal Thief, and he never expected to lose his life so easily. After saying this, Wen gave a bitter smile: "Moreover, just thinking about the endless pursuit after I get out, I can't bear it."
"Moreover, the Left Sect Leader has already reversed his innate state and is about to ascend to immortality. He is a person who should be worshipped. A promise from him is more precious than the lives of all of us brothers combined. He would not lie to us."
Everyone who heard this understood that Ruan Feng was deliberately putting Zuo Ruotong in a difficult position.
But apart from that, what gives them the confidence to make the other party keep their promise?
Once the agreement was reached, Zhang Huaiyi took a deep breath, propped himself up on his knees, stepped forward, and cupped his hands to Zuo Ruotong, saying, "Sect Leader Zuo, we are willing to hand over the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. However, most of the supernatural abilities we have comprehended are within ourselves, and may need to be written down or spoken. Please wait a moment, Sect Leader."
The more he looked at Zuo Ruotong, the more alarmed he became.
While everyone was talking, Zuo Ruotong stood there the whole time, like a statue that had stood there since the beginning of time, with her eyelids drooping and not even breathing.
Only after Zhang Huaiyi finished speaking did he nod slightly, his tone still calm and unchanging, revealing no emotion: "It's alright, I'll give you time."
Seeing this, Li Muxuan's smugness almost overflowed: "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier? You only listen after getting a beating."
Although the crowd was indignant, they were too lazy to argue with him. They each found a flat stone to sit on, some took out paper and pen from their bags, and others closed their eyes and concentrated on organizing the methods in their minds, beginning to write down the strange skills they had comprehended little by little.
The valley was quiet for a moment, with only the soft scratching of a pen tip across paper.