Awakening Of The Berserk System

"Hmph, the blood bath quota is of no use to you. Your branch was lucky last year. That kid awakened his bloodline. In the past years, the quota for the Blood Pool Purification was a waste of resources for you. The quota for the Blood Pool Purification was only in the hands of geniuses. Only then could it be used. And my grandson is that genius." The Seventh Deacon said it casually, as if he was talking about an indisputable fact.    

    

Zhang Yaobang frowned slightly. He knew that the Seventh Deacon was looking down on the martial artists of their bloodline. But at this time, he also had no way to argue. This was because their branch youth generation was far inferior to their main branch in terms of talent. Even though the appearance of Zhang Zhentian last year had slightly attracted the attention of the main clan. It couldn't change their main branch's impression of the Ninghai City.    

    

Suddenly, Zhang Wensong stood up and stared at Zhang Tianhao with a gaze as sharp as lightning. He asked, "You are Zhang Tianhao, the champion of this branch clan competition?"    

    

When Zhang Wensong spoke, he was full of pride, as if he disdained the branch family competition.    

    

"That's right!" Zhang Tianhao said casually.    

    

"Very good. I will take your quota for bathing in the blood pool." Zhang Wensong's expression was still arrogant.    

    

"If I don't give it to you, can you still snatch it by force?" Zhang Tianhao's eyes turned cold.    

    

"I challenge you. Do you dare to bet on the quota for the Blood Pool Purification?" Zhang Wensong said with a smile that was not a smile.    

    

"I lost. I gave you the quota for the Blood Pool Purification. What about you?" Zhang Tianhao smiled faintly.    

    

Zhang Tianhao could already tell Zhang Wensong's cultivation level was at the fifth level of the Martial Master realm. With his current cultivation base, even if he used all of his techniques, he would still be able to defeat him. Therefore, he wasn't afraid.    

    

"Hehe, I won't lose." Zhang Wensong was very sure. He looked at Zhang Tianhao and smiled with contempt.    

    

"I refuse. If I lose, I will have to pay the quota for the blood bath. If I win, there won't be any benefits. Do you think I am stupid, or are you stupid? " Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Wensong as if he was looking at an idiot.    

    

Zhang Wensong's face turned slightly red. He did want to take the white wolf for himself, but he didn't think he would lose. He was a fifth-layer Martial Master. He felt that it would be extremely easy for him to crush Zhang Tianhao with his cultivation base.    

    

"Then I'll use this Ancestral Chain of the Sacred Buddha as a bet. If you win, this Chain of the Holy Buddha will belong to you. This Sacred Buddha Chain of mine is equal to the value of your blood pool. How is it? " Zhang Wensong looked at Zhang Tianhao and said with a cold snort.    

    

Zhang Wensong naturally didn't think that Zhang Tianhao had the ability to defeat him. Although this Saint Buddha Necklace was priceless, he wouldn't cherish it even if it was used as a bet.    

    

When Zhang Wensong took out the Saint Buddha Necklace, Zhang Tianhao's eyes lit up.    

    

"Discovered the Sacred Buddha Necklace. Players who wear it can increase Critical Hit Rate by 15%." A pleasant voice sounded.    

    

"Chain of the Holy Buddha?" Zhang Tianhao was very happy.    

    

From the introduction of the system, it knew. The Chain of the Sacred Buddha could increase the Critical Hit Rate by 15%. But it cannot be stacked. The places in System Space were limited. Only by wearing it at a place designated by the system could this Critical Rate be used. For this, Zhang Tianhao was somewhat disappointed. Otherwise, 15% would be superimposed with the Rainbow Stone from before. That would increase the critical rate. It was a pity that the ideal was very fulfilling, and the reality was very bone-deep. However, this Chain of Holy Buddha, he would definitely get his hands on it.    

    

"Alright, that's it." Zhang Tianhao immediately agreed.    

    

Seeing Zhang Tianhao agree so quickly, Zhang Wensong sneered in his heart. He naturally wouldn't think that Zhang Tianhao could defeat him.    

    

The group of people arrived at the martial arts field.    

    

Zhang Tianhao and Zhang Wensong looked at each other.    

    

"Big Dipper Divine Fist!"    

    

Zhang Wensong lunged forward, sending out countless fist shadows towards Zhang Tianhao. He wanted to crush Zhang Tianhao with a single strike.    

    

"Break for me!"    

    

Zhang Tianhao unleashed the Vajra Fist to counter the attack.    

    

"You blocked it?"    

    

Zhang Wensong's eyes revealed a fierce light. A few more punches covered Zhang Tianhao. Layers of fist force completely covered Zhang Tianhao, killing him from all directions.    

    

"Vajra Fist!"    

    

He unleashed the Vajra Fist at the level of Transforming Strength.    

    

The Transformation-Stage Vajra Fist could increase one's strength by 50%. The tyrannical power caused the void to tremble violently. It carried a suffocating force. It crushed down.    

    

"What a terrifying power!"    

    

Zhang Wensong's eyes narrowed, and he shouted out loudly, "Block it for me!"    

    

"Boom!"    

    

Zhang Tianhao's punch directly shattered Zhang Wensong's fist force.    

    

"Stunned!"    

    

Zhang Wensong let out a muffled groan. The powerful force of the punch sent him flying.    

    

Zhang Tianhao chased after him like a shadow, catching up to Zhang Wensong and throwing another punch at him.    

    

"Defeat me!"    

    

A fierce punch landed on Zhang Wensong's body.    

    

"Puchi!"    

    

Zhang Wensong let out a muffled groan. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew back.    

    

"Wensong!"    

    

The Seventh Deacon rushed forward and helped Zhang Wensong up.    

    

"I actually lost to a trash like you? I am not willing to accept this!" Zhang Wensong furiously glared at Zhang Tianhao, as if losing to Zhang Tianhao was a great humiliation.    

    

Zhang Tianhao snorted and said, "I am a trash. So what if you lose to me, a useless person? Are you worse than a useless person?"    

    

"You?"    

    

Zhang Wensong was speechless. He staggered to his feet and said to the Seventh Deacon, "Grandpa, let's go!"    

    

The Seventh Deacon's expression was extremely gloomy. He looked at Zhang Yaobang and said coldly, "You guys are very good!"    

    

After saying that, the Seventh Deacon brought Zhang Wensong and was about to leave.    

    

"Wait!"    

    

Zhang Tianhao called out to the Seventh Deacon and Zhang Wensong.    

    

"What's wrong? Seventh Deacon said proudly. "You have changed your mind. If you are willing to give up the quota now, what you said earlier will still be effective!    

    

Zhang Tianhao was a little unhappy in his heart. In terms of strength, this Seventh Deacon was only about the same as his grandfather. They were both Great Martial Master, but in the main clan where experts were as common as clouds, they were only at the bottom. Where did this confidence come from to show off his superiority in front of him?    

    

"Zhang Wensong, you are willing to bet and admit defeat. Your things haven't even been left behind, yet you want to leave?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Wensong and said coldly.    

    

"You want my Chain of Holy Buddha? Impossible, this is my heirloom, how could I give it to you?" Zhang Wensong's facial expression changed as he clamored.    

    

"Shameless, you were the one who suggested the bet earlier. Don't tell me you want to go back on your word? But it doesn't matter. I've recorded everything that happened earlier with the talisman. When the time comes, I'll pass this talisman to the elders of my clan. I can let them judge." Zhang Tianhao said in a carefree manner.    

    

"You..." Zhang Wensong's face was filled with anger.    

    

Zhang Wensong's defeat at the hands of a disciple from a branch family was a great humiliation to him. He would definitely keep it a secret when he returned. If the main family's disciple really found out that he was defeated by a branch family's disciple... He would definitely not be able to raise his head at the end of the main clan's generation.    

    

"Consider yourself ruthless!" Zhang Wensong weighed his options and still handed over the Chain of Holy Buddha.    

    

"I will settle this score with you guys slowly." Zhang Wensong glared at Zhang Tianhao and left with his grandfather.