Chapter 1794: A Ridiculous Way to Beat the Drum

"Zhao Shu, third rank! Passed the assessment!"

"Zhao Zhao, fourth rank! Passed the assessment!"

As soon as Steward Hong finished speaking, a wave of exclamations arose.

"Zhao Zhao actually reached the fourth rank. He's called the number one of the Demon Elephant Sect for a reason."

"In comparison, Han Yong of the Cloud Thunder Sect is far inferior."

"The genius cultivated by the Cloud Thunder Sect this time is too weak!"

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The grudges between the divine-level sects were no secret here.

Everyone came from divine-level sects and knew all about the affairs between Zhao Zhao and Han Yong.

Han Yong's expression was grim. He had thought Zhao Zhao was at most at the peak of the third rank, but unexpectedly he had reached the fourth.

This put him under great pressure.

It didn't matter if he lost, but people would say the Cloud Thunder Sect was inferior to the Demon Elephant Sect.

In truth, the two sects had their own strengths, but the Demon Elephant Sect had developed rapidly in recent years and was showing signs of surpassing the Cloud Thunder Sect.

Therefore, Han Yong was even more unwilling to lose.

Zhao Zhao descended from midair and deliberately passed by Han Yong, sneering, "Han Yong, I've broken through to the fourth rank. I know you're unconvinced, but don't end up lower than me!"

Han Yong's face changed, and he opened his mouth to retort, but he really lacked confidence.

If he boasted now and failed to deliver later, it would be even more embarrassing.

"Don't worry, Brother Han will go up later and will only be higher than you, not lower," Ye Yuan suddenly spoke up.

The Zhao brothers and Han Yong were sworn enemies. He had only come down to flaunt his superiority over Han Yong and hadn't noticed Ye Yuan was still there.

Hearing Ye Yuan speak, Zhao Zhao's expression changed, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Hmph! Just... just him? Don't I know his capabilities?" Zhao Zhao raised his chin and argued stubbornly.

He feared Ye Yuan, but that didn't mean he feared Han Yong.

Having contended for half their lives, how could he not know Han Yong's strength?

Ye Yuan said calmly, "The Yaoguang Drum measures potential, not strength. Your strength is indeed greater than his, but that doesn't mean your potential is greater."

Zhao Zhao sneered, "Him? If he can surpass me, I'll cut off my head and let him kick it like a ball!"

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "That won't be necessary. If he surpasses you, you shout 'The Demon Elephant Sect is no good' three times in front of everyone. Do you dare?"

Hearing Ye Yuan's words, Zhao Zhao's expression froze.

This was betting the sect's reputation, so he had to be cautious.

Seeing his demeanor, Ye Yuan said calmly, "It seems you're not very confident either. So, since he hasn't even gone up yet, don't act tough here. There are plenty of people better than you!"

Seeing Ye Yuan silence Zhao Zhao in a few words, Han Yong was greatly excited.

He knew he couldn't compare to Zhao Zhao, but making him suffer was still very satisfying.

Zhao Zhao sneered, "Are you provoking me? Do you think I'll fall for it so easily?"

Ye Yuan laughed, "Whether I'm provoking you or not, you're still a coward without guts! You don't dare to bet because you lack confidence. Look at me, I dare to say that if I lose to you, I'll kill myself at the gate of Shadow Moon Sect in atonement! But you, you don't dare!"

Zhao Zhao's face turned extremely ugly. Of course you dare to say that!

A peerless genius who had fused space law and sword law—how could he possibly lose to himself?

This guy might even be stronger than Duan Qinghong and Zhong Hanlin!

"Hahaha... You really are a coward, not even daring to agree to that! If you don't dare, then get lost and stop making a fool of yourself here! Fourth rank, is that such a big deal?" Han Yong also laughed loudly.

Being looked down upon by Ye Yuan, he had no retort.

But being looked down upon by Han Yong, he couldn't stand it.

"Han Yong, I dare to bet. Do you dare? If you lose, you shout 'The Cloud Thunder Sect is no good' three times. Do you have the guts?" Zhao Zhao sneered.

Han Yong's expression froze, as if choked.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao sneered at Ye Yuan, "See, it's him who's gutless, not me!"

Han Yong was furious and, in a hot-headed moment, said, "Bet it is! Who's afraid of whom?"

Zhao Zhao was startled inwardly, but then thought he couldn't possibly lose to Han Yong, so he darkened his expression and said, "Fine, let's see if you can really turn a sparrow into a phoenix! In front of everyone, I'll make your Cloud Thunder Sect lose all face."

The matter was thus settled, but Han Yong's heart was pounding.

He really had no confidence in defeating Zhao Zhao.

"Ye Yuan, this is going too far! If Han Yong loses, he won't be able to hold his head up in Shadow Moon Sect from now on and will become a target for everyone!" Yang Fan said gravely.

Clearly, he was angry.

Yang Fan and Han Yong were close friends, and seeing Ye Yuan provoke this bet, he was filled with rage.

If Han Yong lost, the Cloud Thunder faction would completely despise him, viewing him as a traitor to the sect. He would be isolated and helpless in Shadow Moon Sect. It wouldn't be just about shouting three times.

The subsequent impact would be too great.

To put it bluntly, this bet could directly ruin Han Yong's future.

Moreover, Yang Fan really couldn't see any hope of Han Yong winning.

The method Ye Yuan claimed to teach Han Yong, Yang Fan was also very pessimistic about.

If a casual lesson could defy heaven, wouldn't the assessment of Shadow Moon Sect become a joke?

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "You have to think the other way. If Han Yong wins, the Zhao brothers will never be able to hold their heads up in Shadow Moon Sect."

Just then, a menial disciple announced loudly, "Next, Han Yong!"

Han Yong's face changed, and his legs seemed rooted to the ground, unable to step forward.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao was even more convinced that Han Yong was no good.

After all, Han Yong was inferior to him.

Ye Yuan gently patted Han Yong on the shoulder and smiled, "Remember, use the method I taught you to beat the drum. You won't lose."

Han Yong's heart was pounding, "This... will it really work?"

Ye Yuan nodded calmly.

Now that he was in a dilemma, Han Yong knew there was no turning back. He steeled himself, leaped up, and soared into the sky.

Han Yong suddenly turned around, facing away from the Yaoguang Drum, and his abdomen became increasingly distended.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions became extremely interesting.

Zhao Zhao's face flushed red, and he burst into laughter, "Hahaha... This is hilarious! This guy isn't thinking of using a fart to sound the Yaoguang Drum, is he?"

Bai Li Qingyan blushed and turned her face away.

Below, waves of mockery also arose.

Yang Fan's face turned green with anger as he demanded of Ye Yuan, "Is this the idea you gave him? Are you trying to make him a laughingstock for the whole world?"

Pfft...

Before Yang Fan finished speaking, a loud fart was clearly audible throughout the square.

However, before the crowd's smiles faded, an even louder drum sound spread out!

Dong!