"Hmph, the Blood Pool Refining spots are useless to you all. Your branch only had good luck last year when that kid awakened his Bloodline. In previous years, these Blood Pool Refining spots were just a waste for you all. The Blood Pool Refining spots can only be effective in the hands of a Genius. And my grandson is that Genius." Seven Executives said indifferently, as if stating an undeniable fact.
Zhang Yaobang's brows furrowed slightly. He knew that Seven Executives completely looked down on the Martial Warriors of their lineage. But at this moment, he couldn't argue. Because the younger generation of their branch was indeed far inferior to the main Zhang Family lineage in terms of talent. Even though the emergence of Zhang Kuanglong last year caused the main Zhang Family to take a slight notice, it was only a slight notice and didn't change the main Zhang Family's impression of the Ninghai City branch.
Suddenly, Zhang Wensong stepped forward, his gaze like lightning fixed on Zhang Hao as he asked, "You are Zhang Hao, the first place of this branch Family competition?"
When Zhang Wensong spoke, he was full of arrogance, seemingly very disdainful of the so-called branch Family competition.
"That's right!" Zhang Hao said indifferently.
"Very good, I want your Blood Pool Refining spot." Zhang Wensong's expression was still very arrogant.
"If I don't give it, can you steal it?" Zhang Hao's gaze turned cold.
"I challenge you, with the Blood Pool Refining spot as the stake, do you dare?" Zhang Wensong said with a half-smile.
"If I lose, I'll give you the Blood Pool Refining spot, but what if you lose?" Zhang Hao smiled faintly.
Zhang Hao had already seen Zhang Wensong's cultivation, Martial Master fifth level. With all his means, this cultivation wasn't unbeatable. Therefore, he wasn't afraid.
"Heh heh, I won't lose." Zhang Wensong was very confident. Looking at Zhang Hao, his smile was also very contemptuous.
"I refuse. If I lose, I have to give up the Blood Pool Refining spot. If I win, there's no benefit at all. Do you think I'm stupid, or are you stupid?" Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Wensong with the gaze of someone looking at an idiot.
Zhang Wensong's cheeks flushed slightly. He had indeed wanted to get something for nothing just now, but he also didn't think he would lose. He was a Martial Master fifth level cultivator. He felt that crushing Zhang Hao with his cultivation should be extremely easy.
"Then I'll use this ancestral Holy Buddha Chain as the stake. If you win, this Holy Buddha Chain will be yours. The value of this Holy Buddha Chain of mine is equal to your Blood Pool Refining spot. How about it?" Zhang Wensong looked at Zhang Hao and said with a cold snort.
Zhang Wensong naturally didn't think Zhang Hao had the strength to defeat him. Although this Holy Buddha necklace was priceless, he didn't feel any heartache using it as a stake.
When Zhang Wensong took out the Holy Buddha Chain, Zhang Hao's eyes lit up.
"Discovered Holy Buddha Chain. If the player wears it, it can increase the critical strike rate by 15%." A very pleasant voice sounded.
"Holy Buddha Chain?" Zhang Hao was greatly delighted.
From the System's introduction, he knew. This Holy Buddha Chain could increase the critical strike rate by 15%, but it couldn't be stacked. The System space had limited places to wear items. Only when worn in the location designated by the System could it exert this critical strike rate. For this, Zhang Hao was a little disappointed. Otherwise, the 15% and the previous seven-colored stone could be stacked. The critical strike rate that could be exerted would be even greater. It was just a pity, the ideal was very full, but reality was very bony. However, he must get this Holy Buddha Chain.
"Okay, just like that." Zhang Hao immediately agreed.
Seeing Zhang Hao agree so quickly, Zhang Wensong sneered inwardly. He naturally didn't think Zhang Hao could defeat him.
A group of people came to the Yan Wu Field.
Zhang Hao and Zhang Wensong stood facing each other.
"Big Dipper Divine Fist!"
Zhang Wensong closed in, his fists unleashing countless fist shadows that struck down towards Zhang Hao in the air, determined to completely crush Zhang Hao with one blow.
"Break for me!"
Zhang Hao used Luo Han Fist to meet him.
"Blocked it?"
Zhang Wensong's eyes flashed with fierce light. He threw several more punches, enveloping Zhang Hao. Layers upon layers of fist force completely enveloped Zhang Hao, centered from all directions, intending to Strangulation Zhang Hao.
"Luo Han Fist!"
The Transformation realm Luo Han Fist was used.
The Transformation realm Luo Han Fist increased his own strength by a full 50%. The tyrannical power caused the void to tremble violently. It carried a suffocating power. It crushed down.
"Such terrifying power?"
Zhang Wensong's eyes narrowed, and he shouted, "Block it for me!"
"Boom!"
Zhang Hao's punch directly scattered Zhang Wensong's fist force.
"Gasp!"
Zhang Wensong grunted, and the powerful impact sent him flying.
Zhang Hao followed like a shadow, catching up to Zhang Wensong, and threw another punch.
"Be defeated for me!"
A fierce punch directly struck Zhang Wensong's body.
"Puff!"
Zhang Wensong grunted. He spat out blood and flew back.
"Wensong!"
Seven Executives rushed over and helped Zhang Wensong up.
"I actually lost to you, this trash? I'm not reconciled!" Zhang Wensong glared at Zhang Hao, as if losing to Zhang Hao was a great humiliation.
Zhang Hao snorted and said, "I'm trash. Then what does it make you, losing to me, this trash? Worse than trash?"
"You...?"
Zhang Wensong was speechless. He stumbled to his feet and said to Seven Executives, "Grandpa, let's go!"
Seven Executives' expression was extremely gloomy. He looked at Zhang Yaobang and said coldly, "You are very good!"
After speaking, Seven Executives was about to leave with Zhang Wensong.
"Wait!"
Zhang Hao called out to Seven Executives and Zhang Wensong.
"What? Changed your mind? If you are willing to give up that spot now, what was said before is still valid!" Seven Executives said arrogantly.
Zhang Hao felt a little unhappy. This Seven Executives' strength was only about the same as Grandpa's. He was also a Great Martial Master, only at the bottom among the many experts in the main Zhang Family. Where did he get the confidence to show off his superiority here?
"Zhang Wensong, a bet is a bet. You want to leave without leaving your item?" Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Wensong and said coldly.
"You want my Holy Buddha Chain? Impossible, this is my ancestral secret treasure, I can't give it to you!" Zhang Wensong's expression changed as he shouted.
"Shameless. You proposed this bet yourself just now. Do you intend to renege? But it doesn't matter, I've recorded everything just now with a recording talisman treasure. When the time comes, I will send this talisman treasure to the Elders of the main Zhang Family, so they can judge." Zhang Hao said indifferently.
"You..." Zhang Wensong's face showed anger.
Zhang Wensong's defeat at the hands of a branch Family disciple this time was already a great humiliation, and he would definitely keep it a secret when he went back. If the disciples of the main Zhang Family really knew that he had lost to someone from the branch, he would definitely not be able to hold his head up among his peers in the main Zhang Family.
"Consider yourself ruthless!" Zhang Wensong weighed his options and handed over the Holy Buddha Chain.
"This Young Master will slowly settle this score with you all." Zhang Wensong glared fiercely at Zhang Hao and left in a sorry state with his Grandpa.