Eternal Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 296 - 286: Are You Plotting Against Me?

Chu Hao deliberately showed an annoyed expression and murmured, "It went off target."

Off target my foot, it was clearly Han Tao dodging quickly; otherwise, how could he have survived that strike?

Han Tao was utterly terrified, feeling cold sweat all over his body. He had nearly passed through the gates of death, leaving his legs weak and almost making him faint.

"Luckily, there are still two moves left." Chu Hao smiled again.

At this, everyone wore strange expressions.

According to Han Tao’s earlier promise, he was supposed to let Chu Hao strike three times. Now that Chu Hao had only made one move, naturally, there were still two left. But the problem was, who could have known beforehand that Chu Hao’s move would be so terrifying? It was a destructive mega weapon, one touch and you’re injured, another touch and you’re dead.

If it really hit, someone could truly die.

Han Tao turned pale, but he had publicly boasted about allowing three moves, and it would be too shameful for him to go back on his word now.

Fortunately, the opponent’s powerful move was indeed powerful but it was too slow, giving him enough time to dodge.

"Make your second move," Han Tao tried to keep his tone even, but as soon as he spoke, he could feel his teeth chattering.

Chu Hao smiled inwardly and started preparing his second move.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute.

As usual, after containing the power for one minute, he finally launched his second strike.

It was fast, at least ten times faster than the first one.

Han Tao was so frightened that his body hair stood on end, and he hastily did a roll on the ground, barely dodging the move. Even so, he broke out in a cold sweat because this move was incredibly fast, so much so that it nearly reached his limits; had he reacted just a bit slower or had Chu Hao been any faster, he would have been seriously injured.

How did the opponent’s attack speed increase so much all of a sudden?

"Getting more proficient, both accuracy and speed have improved a lot," Chu Hao murmured. "The third move, I can definitely make it more accurate and faster."

His voice wasn’t low, allowing nearby people to hear clearly, thus making everyone’s face twitch involuntarily.

Because Han Tao still had to allow Chu Hao one more move.

From the opponent’s murmur, the next move would be even faster. The problem was, Han Tao barely managed to dodge the previous strike; how could he dodge if Chu Hao sped up even more?

Han Tao naturally became even more nervous. He was the party involved, and the power of the previous two strikes had shown that he had no capacity to withstand a direct hit: one touch and he’d be done for. But if he couldn’t even dodge, what could he do?

Chu Hao began charging for the third, powerful move.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds; the more time passed, the uglier Han Tao’s face became, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed like a stream. His mind was undergoing a severe internal struggle, debating whether to let Chu Hao make the third strike or interrupt while the opponent was still preparing the powerful move.

If he allowed the opponent to finish preparing, he was almost certainly doomed. But if he acted now, what about the boast he had made earlier? Going back on his word in front of so many people, where would he put his face?

Forty seconds, fifty seconds!

Han Tao clenched his teeth. What’s face worth if he lost his life?

Whoosh, he leaped forward, raising his hand to strike Chu Hao.

Chu Hao was "forced" to interrupt his powerful move, and while retreating, he said, "How could you be so unreliable? Didn’t we agree you’d let me make three moves?"

Han Tao’s face turned beet red. Before, he had deeply despised Chu Hao, but what now? Breaking his word in public, his face felt painfully hot from the slap. He argued, "This is called using all tricks in war. When you face real enemies, do you believe everything they say? I’m teaching you a lesson."

Such twisted logic left the people around unable to wholeheartedly shout and cheer for him, only to silently watch.

Han Tao knew that anything he said now would only tarnish his reputation further. Thus, after making his argument, he simply shut his mouth and launched a fierce attack, trying to quickly defeat Chu Hao and end this humiliating fight.

Yet, completely unexpectedly, Chu Hao’s movement technique was incredibly agile, almost as if he had the ability to foresee moves. Once Han Tao made a move, the opponent immediately countered, rendering his attack entirely ineffective.

"Aren’t you a Single-Meridian? How come your power is so great?" Just at this time, Chu Hao was still yelling loudly.

Han Tao finally found some sense of superiority and said, "Who said I’m a Single-Meridian? I’m a Three-Meridians Martial Sect. It appears as Single-Meridian because I cultivated an Ancient Odd Technique that can hide my cultivation."

"So this is how you deceived Senior Brother Luo," Chu Hao feigned sudden realization.

"Exactly, who made that guy so foolish," Han Tao said proudly, now relying on this to regain some confidence.

"You bully the weak and even deliberately use sneaky moves, is that really okay?" Chu Hao’s expression became serious as he stopped moving and said.

"I’ve told you, this is called using all tricks in war. Martial arts value strength; everything else is irrelevant," Han Tao shouted fiercely, his confidence soaring as he realized that Chu Hao was no longer dodging.

The fact that the opponent could contend with him for so long was solely due to his strange movement technique. Moreover, the opponent’s powerful move required a whole minute to launch, unleashing strength he could not possibly contend with.

Under these circumstances, Chu Hao neither dodging nor having enough time to prepare his powerful move, wasn’t he seeking death?

Haha, go to hell!

Han Tao bellowed, pressing both hands towards Chu Hao’s chest.

This time Han Tao was finally going to win.

The crowd around heaved a sigh of relief. Although Han Tao had won a bit dirtily, he had won nonetheless. They were all ordinary disciples, so naturally, they shared the same stance.

Slap!

At that moment, Chu Hao nonchalantly reached out and grabbed something. To everyone’s shock, Han Tao ended up in his hand, his neck firmly grasped.

With his vital spot controlled, Han Tao’s attack naturally dissipated.

What, what was happening? Han Tao was clearly about to win, so why did things suddenly take such a drastic turn?

"His, his strength is far beyond what he showed!" someone smart deduced.

With that said, everyone suddenly realized.

Who has ever heard of a big move that takes a minute to prepare?

This guy was clearly playing people.

"You, you, who are you exactly?" Han Tao, not a fool either, likewise came to his senses and asked with a trembling voice.

"I remember now, he is Chu Hao!" someone suddenly exclaimed aloud.

"Chu Hao? Who is Chu Hao?"

"He is the new champion of the Fledgling Dragon List this year. Yesterday he fought with Feng Haizhong and completely defeated him."

"What, that’s him?"

Chu Hao’s name was still unfamiliar to most, but being the top of the Fledgling Dragon List spoke volumes, and who was Feng Haizhong? He was someone with the strength and talent of a True Disciple, and indeed capable of becoming a True Disciple of the Nine Meridians.

If even someone like that was defeated by Chu Hao, what was Han Tao in comparison?

Hisss, everyone couldn’t help but feel their faces twitch as they realized that this guy really had been pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.

Naturally, Han Tao was both angry and annoyed. Had he known Chu Hao’s identity earlier, would he have agreed to a sparring match? He bitterly said, "You have no shame, pretending to be of the Single-Meridian when you are actually a Ninth-Meridian martial master to trick me into this."

In the Sect, a sparring match had to be agreed upon by both parties, otherwise, it wasn’t sparring but bullying.

Chu Hao smiled faintly and said, "Before you accuse others, think whether you have any right to do so."

Han Tao immediately found himself speechless.

Prior to this, he had done the same to Luo Ping, making him believe they were of the same realm and agreeing to spar, only for Luo Ping to realize during the fight that he was of the Three Meridians, by which time it was naturally too late.

Chu Hao indeed had also deceived him, but his methods were exactly the same as Han Tao’s; accusing Chu Hao was equivalent to accusing himself, the more he spoke, the more he slandered himself.

However, losing to a Ninth-Meridian martial master, he couldn’t complain about injustice.

Han Tao gritted his teeth and said, "I concede." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

According to the Sect rules, once one party admitted defeat, the sparring naturally ended.

Chu Hao casually tossed him aside, and with a bang, Han Tao heavily crashed to the ground.

Struggling to his feet, Han Tao suddenly violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning from pale gold to a ghastly white. Clutching his chest with one hand, he said furiously, "You actually injured my internal organs!"

No sooner had he spoken than he spat out another mouthful of blood, which included bits of broken organ. This injury was far worse than the one he had inflicted on Luo Ping before.

"Not satisfied?" Chu Hao smiled faintly, slightly raising his right hand, "If not, we can have another match."

Han Tao forcibly suppressed his anger, knowing he was no match for Chu Hao. However, he had an older brother, Han Zongxin, who was also a True Disciple and had now even become a Warrior.

A Warrior, that was a leap out of the Three Minor Realms to a whole new level of power, easily capable of overpowering Chu Hao with a flick of the wrist.

A gentleman’s revenge could wait ten years; he temporarily swallowed his anger and immediately went to seek his brother’s help to teach Chu Hao a lesson.

Chu Hao saw the expression on his face and knew he would definitely seek Han Zongxin’s help, but he was not afraid at all.

The Sect would not allow a Warrior to bully a Martial Sect, and besides, not to mention he had the help of Ke Ruoshan, Chu Hao himself also wanted to face a First-Tier Warrior.

Not now, but when he reached the level of a Ten-Meridians Martial Sect.

A Ten-Meridians martial master and a Ten-Meridians Martial Sect, this was the true Great Perfection of the Three Minor Realms. Zhang Tianhua also had said that such Great Perfection wielded tremendous might; it was just that such individuals were too rare in history, and it was unknown what that might entail.

Could it rival a First-Tier Warrior?

Chu Hao was eager to find out.

He was actually very easy-going, only reacting when someone provoked him or his friends directly; otherwise, he would not trouble others. But if someone did push him too far, he was definitely not a pushover.

"Senior Brother Luo, let’s go," Chu Hao said to Luo Ping.

Luo Ping nodded, feeling a surge of relief that cleared his spirit and seemingly even alleviated his internal injuries by quite a bit. (The story continues. If you like this book, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)