Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes - Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Chapter 316: We have to fight a group! (Fourth Update)

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What the hell was that bastard Cheap Cat up to?

Even now, Yang Zhen couldn’t figure out why Cheap Cat insisted on making such a big scene in Tieling City, forcing him to meet this Su Dajia.

Or was Cheap Cat uttering such provocative words not to get him to see Su Dajia, but simply to throw Tieling City into chaos?

But what would be the point of causing such upheaval?

Yang Zhen was an impetuous man. He had already met Su Dajia but still didn’t understand what game that bastard Cheap Cat was playing. So, he decided to add fuel to the fire and offend everyone in Tieling City!

Seeing the crowd around him hurling curses, Yang Zhen laughed heartily, stepping on a clean and tidy chair, and said, “What, you don’t agree with me? Sao Saint here won’t change his name or surname. I’m Yang Zhen! If any of you have a problem, come at me and see if my talent doesn’t come pouring out and outweigh yours by two pounds!”

Splat!

Someone had just taken a sip of the tea brought out by the two ladies, but upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, they spat it out immediately. There was more than one, and soon, the whole clock tower was filled with the sound of splashing water.

Damn it, so proud of his name! Who was just declaring himself Yang Kang? If Tian Rou didn’t recognize you, would you admit you were Yang Zhen?

And what’s with the ‘weighing talent’? Is talent weighed now?

A young gentleman beside him trembled with anger and said, “Fine, fine, here’s an arrogant man. Although I’m lacking in talent, I’ll challenge you to a poetry duel!”

Yang Zhen sneered as he kept an eye on Su Dajia’s expression. He glanced at the young gentleman and said, “A poetry duel? When Sao Saint here started composing, you were probably still playing in the mud!”

Upon hearing this, everyone felt ridiculous. If this young gentleman was playing in the mud while you were composing, and you’re about the same age, wouldn’t that mean you were composing while playing in the mud too?

The crowd grinned mockingly, about to ridicule him, when suddenly they heard Yang Zhen say, “A random verse by Sao Saint, for example, ‘The fallen petals feel no emotion, turning to spring mud, they protect the flowers even more’, or ‘In front of my bed, the moonlight is so bright, it looks like frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon, and bow my head in remembrance of home,’ such verses came to me while playing in the mud. After hearing it, if you can compose something, then I lose!”

Whoosh !

When everyone heard the verses that Yang Zhen casually recited, they were all shocked. Many even dropped their tea cups to the ground.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, as if they had just witnessed his true talent.

Especially the young gentleman who had challenged Yang Zhen to a poetry duel, his face turned red. He opened his mouth several times, wanting to speak but stopping, his face gradually changing, yet he didn’t say a word.

Tian Rou’s eyes shone with admiration, perfectly playing the part of a fangirl. Su Dajia, on the other hand, was murmuring, repeating half of Yang Zhen’s verses, and looked at Yang Zhen with a surprised expression.

Yang Zhen glanced at the crowd, his foot propped up on the chair, his arm resting on his knee. He asked the crowd, “Anyone else want to challenge me on poetry? Come on, Sao Saint’s ready to take on everyone!”

“Hmph!”

A snort sounded, and everyone turned to look at its source, simultaneously exclaiming, “It’s Young Master Wei! He topped the literary list last month, I can’t believe he also came!”

“Great! With Young Master Wei here, Yang Zhen is going to lose face.”

“That’s for sure. No one can challenge Young Master Wei’s brilliance in verses. Just one line will leave Yang Zhen speechless, feeling inferior!”

Young Master Wei, who was also quite young- just in his twenties, glared at Yang Zhen and said, “What’s so great about being able to recite a few verses? You could easily use previously learned poems to pose as a scholar. It doesn’t mean you’re a man of true learning!”

The gentleman who wanted to duel with Yang Zhen earlier looked a little better after hearing Young Master Wei’s words and looked at him gratefully.

Young Master Wei ignored him and stared at Yang Zhen, saying, “The Buddha said, treat all creatures equally. What makes you so superior?”

Here it comes! Everyone looked excitedly at Young Master Wei. Whenever he debated verses, he was always invigorating, especially charming!

What makes you so exceptional?

Yang Zhen laughed heartily and blinked, saying, “The Buddha said, do not tell!””

“What?”

Young Master Wei staggered back a few steps, gazing at Yang Zhen with astonishment and uncertainty.

The crowd’s expressions were dubious—they didn’t understand what Yang Zhen meant by his words. Nevertheless, the mention of the unmentionable had thrown Young Master Wei off guard.

There was a spark in Su Dajia’s eyes. He gave Yang Zhen a profound look and murmured to himself, “What an admirable silence. Regardless of what Yang Zhen had said, right or wrong, the safest option is to remain silent. Indeed, he is a man of deep wisdom.”

Discourse?

Whichever the member of Dirty Detachment Gang, isn’t it that we grew up immersed in motivational discourse? Whether those speeches inspired or contorted us, we could easily deliver them once called upon.

Yang Zhen glanced around at the group of people glaring at him, chuckled, and exclaimed, “What should one do when the world is slandering, deceiving, humiliating, mocking, disrespecting and dishonoring him, abhorring him and lying to him?”

This…this…”

Young Master Wei moved back and forth, driven to the edge of the crowd, looking blankly at Yang Zhen, his face filled with amazement and disbelief.

Since Yang Zhen’s arrival, some people had been ridiculing and mocking him. Although he was implicated by Xue Zonglin, regardless, Yang Zhen was merely stating facts. Nobody had expected him to air these injustices at this moment, let alone in such a nail-hitting fashion.

Young Master Wei’s face alternated between shades of color. He made a few attempts to speak, but eventually fell silent, his expression turning ugly.

Yang Zhen scanned the surroundings dismissively and stated, “Simply tolerate him, accommodate him, let him be, avoid him, persevere, respect him, ignore him, and wait a few years. Then you’ll see.”

Boom !

A flash of thunder appeared out of nowhere in the sky over the bell tower, resounding throughout Tieling City, deafeningly thunderous and terrifyingly resonant, causing everyone to look towards the bell tower in dread.

“What happened?”

“It’s from the bell tower-it must be Su Dajia warning us of impending doom once again. I didn’t expect this thunder to be so earth-shattering.”

“Hurry, it is said that Yang Zhen appeared at the bell tower. This thunder must be his doing!”

“What, that bastard showed up at the bell tower?”

“Not good, protect Su Dajia!”

More and more people were rushing towards the bell tower. Before long, hundreds of people had surrounded the tower, and even more were heading towards it. Everyone was transfixed by the slow-fading thunder in the mid-air.

Inside the bell tower, everyone watched Yang Zhen in astonishment, their faces glowing with shock. Who would’ve guessed that Yang Zhen had such commanding skills in discourse—posing questions and answering them in the same breath? Not only did he pressurize Young Master Wei into retreat—with no words to defend himself—but this discourse also evoked a thunderous warning from the heavens. Truly terrifying!

Shuddering, Su Dajia mumbled to himself as if trying to comprehend Yang Zhen’s previous comments. Meanwhile, the admiration in Tian Rou’s eyes deepened.

The crowd watched Yang Zhen in astonished silence. After a moment, everyone turned their eyes towards Gan Bailin.

With a rapidly changing countenance, Gan Bailin sneaked a glance at Su Dajia. Seeing Su Dajia gazing thoughtfully at Yang Zhen, he turned pale, gritted his teeth, stepped forward from the crowd, and challenged Yang Zhen, “Yang Zhen, you are so arrogant. Do you dare to compete with me in the art of painting?”

The art of painting?

Yang Zhen was taken aback, staring blankly at Gan Bailin.

Upon seeing Yang Zhen’s reaction, Gan Bailin felt a surge of confidence. He burst out laughing, “If you dare not compete, you only need to admit that you are not as good. Don’t worry, Gan Bailin (I) will not make things too difficult for you. After all, you are somewhat talented, but everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. In the future, don’t be so arrogant and dismissive. Hold on… what’s that expression for?”

Yang Zhen looked at Gan Bailin with a strange expression, curiously asking, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that what Sao Saint (I) excel at is not making poetry, debating and discourse, but painting?”

“What?” Gan Bailin stood frozen, looking at Yang Zhen with disbelief.

Upon hearing the word painting, Su Dajia and Tian Rou exchanged a glance, their faces lighting up with delight..