Chapter 57: Defeating the strong with the weak, lifting a weight with ease (Part 2)
Zheng Tu's movement was small and subtle. Under the cover of his sad face, no one in the audience noticed it.
The only person who cares about this matter is Zheng Jingwei himself who received the pill.
He was already stunned by his son's death, but the pills suddenly thrust from his father's hand surprised him. When he lowered his head to check secretly, his face turned even pale.
"Dad...this, this is..."
He lowered his voice, but he still couldn't hide his excitement. His teeth were chattering, and he couldn't say a single word.
"That's right," Zheng Tu's expression turned ferocious, "This is the Three-Day Death Pill!"
There was a bang in Zheng Jingwei's ears, and it felt as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head.
The Three-Day Death Pill is an extremely weird pill that can consume all human life within three days. In other words, it can squeeze out all potential. People who take the Three-Day Death Pill can at least improve their martial arts skills.
A realm with almost unlimited recovery capabilities.
The only problem is that he will die in three days.
This elixir is magical and weird. It is a magic medicine passed down from ancient times. No one in this world knows how to refine it anymore. It is a medicine that is destined to die together. Compared with those medicines that greatly enhance their own strength in a short period of time, but have sequelae afterwards.
The domineering elixir is even more fierce.
Zheng Tu had always kept the elixir beside him. It was obvious that he was prepared for Zheng Long's defeat and death - this preparation was for Zheng Jingwei to die!
"Consider defeat before victory, Jingwei, isn't this what you always say?"
Zheng Tu's face was gloomy and he stared at his son coldly, "Now that Long'er is dead, our Zheng family has been defeated..."
Since both families have proposed a three-game battle in a row, the Zheng family, which was originally full of confidence, has actually lost this gambling battle after Zheng Long's defeat, regardless of whether Zheng Tu and Zheng Jingwei win or lose next.
No matter what, it is a foregone conclusion that the Feng family will continue to be in charge of Wuyang City.
The only difference is whether the Zheng family will be kicked out!
Before the battle between Zheng Long and Feng Ziyue, no one had considered this issue. What everyone talked about was that Feng Tianhe, who was also a martial arts master and experienced but had been injured a few days ago, faced off against the young and strong
What kind of ending will Zheng Long have?
But now, it’s the other way around!
What will happen if Feng Ziyue, a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, will face the cunning Zheng Tu?
Everyone automatically ignored the two people in the second generation - Feng Buping and Zheng Jingwei.
Speaking of which, as a great martial artist, Zheng Jingwei's cultivation level was much higher than Feng Buping's, but in this gorgeous martial arts master-level battle, he could only exist as cannon fodder.
unless--
He took a three-day death pill!
If Zheng Jingwei takes the three-day death pill, his strength should be able to temporarily break through to the realm of Wu Zun. Coupled with his super recovery ability, he will be able to fight against Feng Ziyue.
Of course, Zheng Tu did not expect his son to win at all.
As long as he can consume Feng Ziyue's energy and allow Zheng Tu to gain the upper hand in the final battle, the relationship between father and son will go to hell!
"Wei'er, look at Feng Ziyue's ruthless attacks. Even if you don't take this three-day death pill, you will inevitably die under his sword - why not fight for the foundation of my Zheng family!"
Seeing his stupid look, Zheng Tu's tone turned soft, and he seemed to be a good-natured person.
"Your sacrifice will not be without value. As long as we can stay in Wuyang City, the Zheng family will naturally make a comeback one day... Look at your father, although his hair is white, he is a Martial Lord after all, with essence and blood
If you are restrained, it is not difficult to have two more sons. Your talents are limited, and it will be difficult for you to break through the martial arts ranks in this life. If you sacrifice for the family legacy, I will never treat you badly..."
Zheng Tuxu rambled, and the demonic voice filled his brain. Zheng Mingyu, who was standing beside him, was stunned. She grabbed her grandfather's sleeve and cried, "Grandpa, you can't do this. Two brothers just passed away. If father goes too..."
"You know nothing!"
Zheng Tu slapped her to the ground, his face becoming more and more sinister, "If you don't let your father give it a try and consume Feng Ziyue's strength, what do you want us to do? Your grandfather and your father will both die by then.
That little bastard, the Zheng family relies on you?"
Zheng Mingyu sat down on the ground in disbelief. Her grandfather had never laid a finger on her before. What happened today?
Her mind was a little confused and she was still mumbling, "We can admit defeat..."
"fart!"
Zheng Tu was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "If we admit defeat, we have to get out of Wuyang City! Our Zheng family has finally built such a large foundation, how can we give up so easily? Besides, how can the Feng family let us go so easily? What if we leave?
In Wuyang City, if they don’t pursue us in tandem and kill us without leaving a single piece of armor behind, how can we be willing to do so?”
This was originally the situation of the Feng family back then, but now times have changed, and it has turned to the Zheng family again.
Zheng Mingyu's face was full of finger marks, and she was about to cry, but she didn't dare to say anything anymore.
Zheng Tu spat. At today's critical moment, all the rudeness and arrogance of his youth were revealed, and he was completely different from his usual calm demeanor.
"Dad! You don't need to say anything!"
Zheng Jingwei was swaying, his face was pale, and he clenched his teeth, "I will take these three-day death pills!"
Zheng Jingwei understood clearly that now, he had to eat even if he didn't want to eat.
Although he is a martial artist at the level of a great martial artist, everyone in Wuyang City regards him as a subordinate of the Zheng family or Zheng Tu. The name Zheng Jingwei has no meaning when listed alone.
He didn't do it for the Zheng family, nor was he forced by his father's power.
But at this moment, you have to do it even if you don’t want to do it!
Zheng Jingwei let out a low cry, gritted his teeth again, stuffed the Three-Day Death Pill into his mouth, moved the corners of his mouth and cheeks, and finally swallowed it!
"good!"
Zheng Tu patted him on the shoulder, with a smile on his face, "Jingwei, remember not to hold back, do your best, and no matter what, let that little brat get some injuries!"
It turned out that even after taking the three-day death pill, his father still had no hope for him. Zheng Jingwei looked sad and nodded.
"Dad, don't worry!"
"I will not let you down!"
He drew out the long sword from his waist and flew down with Zhuge Dan's urging, his momentum was quite astonishing.
Zheng Jingwei landed steadily in front of Feng Ziyue, his movements were skillful and wonderful. Unfortunately, this time, there were far fewer people cheering.
Feng Ziyue saw all the farce on the high platform of the Zheng family just now. The ugliness of losers is always so annoying. Unfortunately, the details of the three-day fatal pill are really hard to see clearly.
In Feng Ziyue's eyes, Zheng Jingwei is just an ordinary great martial artist. If he exerts all his strength, he can kill Zheng Jingwei in less than ten moves.
What he has to do is heal his wounds in this battle.