"In another minute, it will be past twelve o'clock, and that so-called reclusive master still hasn't appeared. This coward, I deeply despise him," the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect shouted at everyone.
No one present defended Zhou Hong. This time, the reclusive master had truly disappointed everyone.
"Is that so?" Just then, a cold laugh suddenly echoed from a corner of the battle arena.
The laugh, though seemingly not loud, reached the ears of everyone present.
Everyone immediately looked towards the source of the sound and saw a man standing there. It was none other than the reclusive master they had been eagerly awaiting.
The scene immediately erupted in a clamor. The fans, who had completely lost hope in Zhou Hong, suddenly regained their expectations upon seeing him finally appear at the last moment.
The chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect recognized Zhou Hong at a glance. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. He had thought Zhou Hong wouldn't dare to show up, but he actually came. He couldn't quite understand why, if he dared to come, he had been hiding for more than half a month.
Without further thought, the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect shouted at Zhou Hong, "Hey, you shrinking turtle, you're here. I thought you'd be a shrinking turtle and really wouldn't dare to accept the challenge."
The entire crowd immediately fell silent, seemingly immensely anticipating the duel between the reclusive master and the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect.
Zhou Hong stepped onto the stage, treading on heads.
"You are the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect?" Zhou Hong asked dismissively, as if a small ant were asking, "Are you the chief ant disciple of this ant colony?"
"I am. I originally just wanted to have a fair duel with you, but I didn't expect you to be such a shrinking turtle, forcing me to make you appear this way. But luckily, you showed up at the last moment, otherwise, you would truly have been a shrinking turtle."
"I was in seclusion and cultivating for the past half month. I only just found out that you had set up a challenge here waiting for me," Zhou Hong explained. The audience, hearing Zhou Hong's explanation, felt a sense of relief. So that's what happened. They had thought Zhou Hong was genuinely scared. Sudan Novel Network.
"Hmph, who knows if it's true or not. But it doesn't matter anymore. Today, if you can defeat me, then I'll let you do as you please," the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect said with great confidence.
"Hahaha, so confident. Not to mention a disciple of the Kongtong Sect, even if your master came, I could make him kowtow before me."
"You...!"
The chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect was instantly enraged.
"How dare you insult my master!"
"So what if I insulted your master? What can you do?" Zhou Hong said contemptuously. The entire audience was fired up. The reclusive master in their hearts was a powerful being who swept aside all obstacles and was omnipotent. Hearing Zhou Hong's arrogant tone at this moment, they felt he was exactly as they expected, and so all the spectators cheered in anticipation.
"Fine, I'd like to see what you're capable of," the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect, veins bulging on his face, instantly attacked Zhou Hong.
At his level, ordinary martial artists could not discern his moves, only feeling that they were incredibly strong and impressive.
However, before everyone could wonder if Zhou Hong could withstand his attack, in the next second, Zhou Hong effortlessly leaped up and kicked out. With a bang, the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect flew out like a sandbag, landing directly below the stage.
"Ah!" The entire crowd was stunned, wondering if it was an illusion. The victory was too easy. They had expected an exciting duel, and some had even brought popcorn, fearing the fight might drag on. But before they could even take a bite of popcorn, the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect was sent flying off the stage.
Zhou Hong then leaped off the stage, stepped on the head of the Kongtong Sect's chief disciple, and forcefully pushed it into the mud. Moments later, the chief disciple's entire head was buried in the ground. Fortunately, he wasn't an ordinary person, or he would have been crushed to death.
"This is the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect? You're a disgrace to your sect," Zhou Hong said with a cold smile.
The chief disciple, his head buried in the mud, naturally heard Zhou Hong's taunts. However, he was unable to resist. Zhou Hong's kick had left him on the verge of death. He had never imagined that this reclusive master was far beyond his imagination.
The entire audience fell silent.
Zhou Hong didn't continue stepping on him. He grabbed the Kongtong Sect disciple's leg, pulled him out, and then threw him back onto the stage.
Zhou Hong also returned to the stage and said coldly, "You just said that if I won, you would let me do as I pleased, right?"
"What do you want to do?" The chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect looked up at Zhou Hong, fear mixed with a hint of defiance in his eyes.
"I heard that you said many unpleasant things over the past half month to provoke me into a duel. I won't make it difficult for you. If you immediately kowtow to me 30 times, I'll let you leave today. Otherwise, I'll have to cripple you."
"How dare you! I am from the Kongtong Sect."
"Heh, what is the Kongtong Sect? If you don't do as I say, I'll cripple you first, and then I'll have your master kowtow to me 30 times in your stead."
"You...!" Seeing that Zhou Hong wasn't joking, the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect seemed to be somewhat scared. Was Zhou Hong truly this powerful?
"I'll count to three. One, two, three!"
As soon as Zhou Hong finished counting to three, the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect scrambled to his feet. He disregarded his dignity and began to kowtow to Zhou Hong. After all, he didn't know Zhou Hong's true strength and wanted to save his own life first, planning to find his master later.
In full view of everyone, the chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect performed 30 kowtows.
Zhou Hong had initially intended to kill him with a kick, but he reconsidered. Such a small ant wasn't worth soiling his feet, unless he was truly stubborn and refused to kowtow.
"Scram!" Zhou Hong roared.
The chief disciple of the Kongtong Sect got up and left dejectedly, feeling utterly humiliated. He, the chief disciple of a millennium-old sect, had been treated like this in the secular martial arts world.
The crowd immediately erupted in thunderous applause, everyone cheering for Zhou Hong.
"Reclusive Master, Reclusive Master, Reclusive Master...!" the entire audience shouted in unison. At this moment, their adoration for Zhou Hong reached its peak.
"Everyone, disperse," Zhou Hong said with a wry smile. He didn't linger and quickly left the scene.
However, what Zhou Hong considered "quickly" was perceived by the audience as a sudden disappearance.
Everyone was stunned again. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished from the stage. What kind of speed was that?
As expected... he was a reclusive master.