Chapter 150. Leader of the White Forest Alliance (2)
Yang Weizheng, leader of the White Forest Alliance.
Kang Yujin, who had destroyed Turtle-Head Mountain.
The moment their special match was announced, the entire venue erupted.
“Kang Yujin? That Kang Yujin?!”
“The one who supposedly killed a Demon God-class demon in Korea?”
“Didn’t he go over to the Black Dragon Society?”
“Zhang Siyuan, when the hell did you prepare something like this?”
“The Alliance Leader agreed to it? That’s rare!”
“What, you don’t know? When the Alliance Leader decides to do something, he does it properly!”
“Maybe the Alliance Leader wanted to fight Kang Yujin too.”
“The strongest Contractor in China against the strongest Contractor in Korea! No way I’m missing this!”
It wasn’t only the White Forest Alliance Contractors who were excited.
[S-rank Constellation ‘Hero King of Monstrous Strength’ opens his eyes wide and begins watching intently.]
[A-rank Constellation ‘Flower-Tattooed Monk’ laughs happily, saying he’s glad he kept watching.]
[B-rank Constellation ‘Golden and Silver Children’ cheers that they need to tell the other Constellations immediately.]
Even the Constellations were excitedly sending messages.
“Now, get up, Kang Yujin.”
Amid the roaring excitement, the Fist Venerable spoke.
“Like I told you earlier, fight without internal energy or Skills.”
“And...”
“What else?”
“You’re forbidden from using internal energy or Skills.”
The Fist Venerable smiled.
“But make Yang Weizheng use his.”
Kang Yujin stared at her.
“Then beat him anyway.”
“Wait a second.”
If they both fought with nothing but their bodies, Kang Yujin still had a chance.
Whatever the difference in martial arts ability, Kang Yujin’s modified body gave him superior physical specifications.
But she wanted him to fight Yang Weizheng using only his body...
while Yang Weizheng was allowed to use internal energy and Skills?
“Senior, that’s a little...”
“Not confident?”
The Fist Venerable raised an eyebrow.
“You said that if you absolutely had to win, you would win.”
“No, there’s no benefit to me in deliberately fighting under such a ridiculous handicap.”
Kang Yujin frowned.
“I can’t get motivated.”
“Hmm. Simply experiencing that kind of disadvantage would help you, but... very well.”
“Then...”
“Fine. I’ll make you an offer.”
The Fist Venerable smiled.
She leaned closer to Kang Yujin and whispered,
“If you defeat Yang Weizheng under those conditions...”
“I’ll teach you one finishing move.”
“Nameless, this is getting interesting.”
Number 49, who had been working beside me, raised his head.
“I thought everything would pass quietly, but now this happens?”
“Yeah.”
Kang Yujin against Yang Weizheng, leader of the White Forest Alliance.
I definitely hadn’t expected this.
Yang Weizheng... they said he’s someone no one can control.
Recently, I had started exchanging messages with Yang Jian, the ‘Taoist of Transformation,’ who stood behind the White Forest Alliance.
Because of that, I had learned quite a bit about the organization’s internal situation.
Yang Weizheng was contracted with the S-rank Constellation ‘Immortal of the Lamp,’ Randeng Daoren.
But like most Constellations, Randeng Daoren apparently had no interest in interfering with everything Yang Weizheng did.
Because of that, Yang Jian had tried to ignore Randeng Daoren and form a cooperative relationship directly with Yang Weizheng.
After all, Yang Jian had already used Constellations close to him to gain control over many of the White Forest Alliance’s executives.
But even when Yang Jian approached him like that... Yang Weizheng rejected him completely.
Yang Weizheng was extremely straight-laced.
He hated strange schemes and manipulative tactics.
He also disliked Constellations trying to dictate his actions.
Once Yang Jian realized that, he quickly backed off.
He understood that if he interfered any further and earned Yang Weizheng’s hatred, it would become a serious problem.
At present, Yang Jian and the Constellations allied with him had effectively gained control over much of the White Forest Alliance.
But Yang Weizheng remained beyond their control.
Apparently he only cares about refining his martial arts and smashing Pandemonium demons, so he isn’t exactly an obstacle to Yang Jian’s plans.
If we were talking purely about martial arts skill, Yang Weizheng was at a much higher level than Kang Yujin.
A fight against him would become a major asset for Kang Yujin.
And...
My eyes settled on the gloves displayed to one side.
I didn’t expect to see those here.
The Saint’s Divine Fist.
I had never imagined that item would appear here.
The Count told me about it before.
When Kang Yujin obtained the [Saint’s Iron Fist] on the Ghost Train, the Count had explained its origin to me.
The [Saint’s Iron Fist] had been an attempt to recreate Moses’s combat ability.
But ultimately, it was a ‘failed product.’
However, a ‘successful version’ existed somewhere in the world.
The Count said he had acquired it while he was alive.
And the White Forest Alliance put that successful version up as the winner’s prize. They really went all out.
Zhang Siyuan was said to be under Yang Jian’s influence.
It was possible Yang Jian had helped him obtain the item.
The problem is that Kang Yujin has to beat the White Forest Alliance Leader to get it.
I cared about Kang Yujin as his Constellation.
But this was a little difficult to judge.
If it were a battle to the death, that would be one thing.
But in a martial arts match where both sides had to restrain themselves...
could Kang Yujin really beat Yang Weizheng?
“Nameless, who do you think will win?”
Number 49 chattered beside me.
“Personally, I think Yang Weizheng has the advantage, but Lord Kang Yujin always shows some unexpected explosive potential, so I honestly can’t tell.”
I slowly spoke.
“Number 49.”
“Yes?”
“Stop getting distracted and keep working.”
I glanced at him.
“I told you to finish before I leave later.”
“That’s cruel!!”
Like I told Number 49, I would need to go out soon.
I focused on the Observer screen, hoping Kang Yujin’s match would finish before then.
“I don’t understand why you accepted this fight.”
“What a foolish question.”
Yang Weizheng looked at Kang Yujin standing across from him in the ring.
His voice was cool.
“Why did you climb into this ring?”
“Didn’t you say you had no intention of participating?”
“That’s...”
“Kang Yujin, we are the same.”
A confident smile appeared on Yang Weizheng’s scholar-like face.
“As practitioners of martial arts, we both desire to become stronger.”
“That is why we do not refuse a battle against a strong opponent.”
"..."
“I entered this martial competition to inspect the strength of the Shanghai Branch.”
Yang Weizheng’s eyes sharpened.
“But I’m pleased that it gave me the opportunity to fight someone strong like you.”
Well...
