Peerless Bodyguard of a Stunning Beauty-Chapter 109 - 89: The Old Blade Really Hasn’t Dullied_2

With that, Mage Erzhen thought gleefully, Zhao Rong, it doesn’t matter how strong you are. Even if you’re a Heavenly Soldier descended from the heavens, you’re still no match for Achilles, the number one expert of the Wild Wolf Sect.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jingang congratulated Mage Erzhen, saying, "Master, my congratulations in advance. Zhao Rong, that thorn in your side, is finally going to meet a violent end."

Huang Mao also said happily, "Zhao Rong, you’ve always been so arrogant, haven’t you? Well, we’re about to go and collect your corpse."

Da Sha also flattered his master and senior brother, saying, "Zhao Rong, you’re a dead man today! I’m going there myself to see your corpse."

Mage Erzhen, Wang Jingang, Huang Mao, and Da Sha were all in agreement. Zhao Rong was certain to die in this battle with the Wild Wolf Sect disciple.

Thus, the four of them set out together, heading for the martial arts platform near the entrance of the True Martial Sect, ready to collect Zhao Rong’s body.

By the time the four of them arrived at the entrance, Zhao Rong was already being carried through the crowd like a hero, so they missed seeing him. Instead, their eyes fell upon a body lying on the edge of the martial arts platform.

Seeing the corpse lying beside the platform, Wang Jingang immediately shouted to Mage Erzhen, "Master, look! Zhao Rong’s body..."

Huang Mao also jumped up excitedly and said to Mage Erzhen, "Master, Zhao Rong must have been defeated by Achilles! Let’s go take a photo and post it on our social media to show off."

Da Sha also laughed foolishly, saying, "Zhao Rong, I never thought I’d see this day! So much for your arrogance. I’m going over to spit right in your face..."

With that, the four of them approached the body.

However, as they swaggered over, smug and gleeful, they saw that the body lying on the ground was not Zhao Rong, but Achilles, the top expert of the Wild Wolf Sect.

In an instant, all four of them were petrified.

Mage Erzhen, trembling all over, exclaimed, "How is this possible? Achilles is the Wild Wolf Sect’s greatest expert! How could he have fallen to Zhao Rong?"

Wang Jingang’s expression twisted with fear. "This Zhao Rong... how is his combat power so terrifying?" he stammered. "How could he defeat such a powerful expert?"

Huang Mao gasped for breath, saying, "This Zhao Rong is truly a miraculous person. He just keeps creating miracles."

Da Sha was so scared his legs trembled. He said, "If Zhao Rong can kill Achilles, doesn’t that mean he can kill us, too?"

Hearing Da Sha’s words, Mage Erzhen slapped him across the face. "Da Sha, you bastard, all you do is spout pessimistic nonsense! Say one more word and see if I don’t rip your tongue out!"

Wang Jingang also kicked Da Sha, saying, "Shut your stinking mouth! Even if Zhao Rong could defeat everyone else in the world, he could never beat the four of us, the Ironclad Four."

Mage Erzhen observed the wounds on Achilles’s body and made his judgment. "For Zhao Rong, a level-seventeen with no Cultivation Technique or Martial Technique training, defeating Achilles is simply impossible. Therefore, I suspect he must have had help from some mysterious figure."

Wang Jingang agreed with Mage Erzhen’s assessment. "Master, you’re right. With Zhao Rong’s abilities, there’s no way he could have defeated Achilles. He must be riding on the coattails of some powerful figure who’s helping him from the shadows."

Saying so, the four of them fled in fear.

At that moment, Zhao Rong was being hoisted high by the crowd, basking in their cheers.

Looking at a nearby vendor who had lost his canvas, Zhao Rong called out to him, "Sir, is your canvas missing?"

The vendor nodded and said, "It’s so strange. The sunshade canvas for my little business just vanished into thin air."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong opened WeChat on his phone, added the vendor, and transferred 10,000 yuan to him. "Sir, I borrowed your canvas for a moment. This is to pay for it, please accept it."

Seeing that Zhao Rong had given him 10,000 yuan just for using his canvas, the vendor immediately burst into tears of excitement. He looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Big Bro, from now on, if you ever need it, just use my canvas! Use as much as you want, I’ll provide it all..."

Next, Zhao Rong turned to the old man who had been selling popcorn and said, "Sir, did your popcorn machine disappear?"

The old man was holding corn kernels but couldn’t find his machine. He lamented, "Strange, where did my popcorn machine go? I rely on that thing to make 30,000 yuan a year."

Hearing that the old man was still working hard to support his family at his age, Zhao Rong immediately gave him a check. "Sir, you’re getting on in years. You shouldn’t have to be out here working in all kinds of weather; it’s too hard. Here’s 300,000 yuan. That should be enough to support your family for ten years, right?"

Seeing the check for 300,000 yuan, the old man immediately threw the corn in his hands to the ground and said, "Young man, you truly are a great benefactor! With this three hundred thousand, I won’t have to worry about my son’s baby formula money anymore..."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong was stunned. He looked at the old man and said, "Sir, you’re sixty, aren’t you? How is your son still drinking baby formula?"

The old man replied proudly, "Young man, you might not know this, but I’m actually seventy years old. My son, however, was born just last year. He’s not even one year old yet. The reason I’m out here selling popcorn is to earn money for his formula."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong almost fainted. He gave the old man a thumbs-up and said, "Sir, I really admire you. Having your wife get pregnant at seventy... you’ve really still got it."

Then, Zhao Rong called over the young man selling mattresses. "Young man, I used one of your mattresses just now. How much do they cost?"

The young man looked at Zhao Rong and said, "My mattresses are all imported from Thailand. One mattress costs eight thousand, eight hundred yuan..."

Hearing the price, Zhao Rong immediately added the young man on WeChat and transferred 88,000 yuan to him, saying, "Here’s eighty-eight thousand for one mattress. Is that enough?"

When the young man opened his WeChat and saw the 88,000 yuan, he was so overjoyed he nearly fainted. He said excitedly to Zhao Rong, "Big Bro, you’re not just a peerless hero, you’re a big boss and a great benefactor! I don’t even make eighty-eight thousand in a year selling mattresses, and my boss was about to fire me for it. But today, I sold just one mattress and made eighty-eight thousand! I think I can fire my boss and become one myself!"

After saying that, the young man went to quit his job to become his own boss.

Soon, Zhao Rong was escorted into the classroom by the crowd. Once class started, the earlier commotion gradually subsided.

Zhao Rong was just beginning to enjoy the peace and quiet, appreciating the simple life of a normal person, when suddenly, Fatty burst in from outside.

Seeing Fatty’s anxious expression, Zhao Rong asked in surprise, "Fatty, what’s wrong?"

Fatty glanced at the three beautiful women beside Zhao Rong, then leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Zhao Rong, the proprietress of Red Beauty—that young woman—came to the True Martial Sect looking for you... She also said something about you and her... already agreeing on WeChat to... you know... hook up..."