And as if T-800 agreed, he lowered the sword.
Wei Cao was kind of confused. He wanted the Brute to be defeated before he could ask for his intention but it seems his own junior has given up.
What a shameful display, he would punish his junior later but now they need to take matters in their hands, control the situation in their favor.
"VAJRA PALM!" However, before he could signal Mo Qili to fix the situation Gu Zhan exploded with an attack.
It seems he is taking this much more seriously.
Gu Zhan threw a palm radiating with a golden energy.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" He roared with indignation, he had been humiliated enough. He came to this Heavenly Execution Tournament to earn glory and adulation.
But the very first harvest has turned into a nightmare.
His palm shot at the chest of T-800, which looked like it would almost connect.
Vajra Palm is a high-tier Qi Art that can smash stone into gravel and punch holes through metal. Armor won't save you.
Only Qi protection can help, and even that is weak against it, because the strike sends a shaking force through the body that can turn your organs into mush in an instant.
SLAP! BAM! HUUUUMMM!
The VAJRA PALM connected but not to the chest of T-800.
T-800 used the sword's flat side as a shield.
The palm struck the thick metal of the broadsword directly.
CLAAAANNNNGGG!
The sound was deafening, like a giant church bell being struck by a battering ram. The vibration from the impact traveled through the metal instantly.
T-800's whole body shook with that vibration but it only shook. Even if the VAJRA PALM didn't connect directly, its aftershock would still rattle the bones.
But T-800 did not move backward even a single millimeter. His feet were rooted into the ground. To Gu Zhan it looked like this brute was made of Iron or something, like a metal statue that transferred the aftershock to the ground.
The sword in T-800's hand vibrated violently, humming with a high-pitched frequency, yet this brute's grip remained clamped tight like a beast's vice.
"Impossible!" Gu Zhan screamed, his golden aura flickering because of his unstable state of mind. "How can you block the Vajra Palm with just... strength?"
T-800 didn't answer, he had no obligation to answer or to reply or to talk.
He stood up straight but then noticed something odd.
His robe, the new robe he purchased using valuable spirit stones is now tattered, especially the upper torso area.
It had lots of tears and holes, exposing the pale wounded skin underneath. That shows how powerful this VAJRA PALM was that even after blocking it away from contact and yet he got hurt.
His skin started to heal rapidly, nanites working hard.
The grey wolf pelt on his shoulders also got torn from multiple places.
Three Spirit Stones worth of assets, liquidated in a millisecond. The T-800 processed the financial loss.
He would demand a refund for this scam later from the Quartermaster of the Sect.
But right now this boy would pay for this damage.
"I need your clothes, your boots, and…" T-800 rested the sword on his shoulder, "...I am taking your sword."
Gu Zhan's face wide open as he was gripping his wrist. VAJRA PALM has a backlash too and it has hurt his wrist, he popped a pill and was trying to heal his fractured wrist.
"You want my robes? Dream on, slave! I will flay that skin off your bones instead! Just you wait for my wrist to get heal."
Wei Cao's eyes twitched at Gu Zhan's words. Is this some children's play & promise going on? What is this junior of his talking about?
He has seen enough, Gu Zhan is going to humiliate them more. He signalled Mo Qili to take action.
She giggled and tapped on the large box hanging on his back.
Like a mechanism activated with her tap, several ports opened up in the box and shot out a swarm of needles.
Like a buzz of insects it created a perimeter around everyone, even Lin Feng. He tried to run away but got paralyzed from terror as the tips were glowing with faint purple energy.
"Poison…" He murmured
Seeing the needles lock down the area, Gu Zhan grinned viciously.
His wrist hasn't fully healed yet even with a pill, it would take time, at least hours.
But he can reinforce the wounded part with his Qi.
"VAJRA PALM!"
He threw out the same, the previous attack.
But this fool does not know that he is not fighting some dumb brute, he is T-800, a Terminator.
A machine designed to infiltrate, learn, adapt, counter and kill the most efficient way.
Even before he could raise his palm to his prime position. T-800 neural processor already figured out that Gu Zhan is taking advantage of distraction.
But nothing is distraction for T-800.
Everything is data point, a calculation for him.
He saw the muscle contraction and energy accumulation patterns same as previous time.
THWAK!
Before he could raise his arm fully the butt of the sword came crashing on his nose.
Mo Qili saw that and didn't hesitate.
VRRRRRRR!
The needles shot down in a spiral what she thought was the blind spot of this handsome brute.
Gu Zhan didn't even recover from that nose strike, his head spinning when an Iron grip raised him by the neck.
Before he could understand what is going on he was in the air as T-800 swung him to the direction and used him as shield.
"NO!" Wei Cao roared out. Mo Qili also saw and immediately cut her connection from the needles.
But some were already too fast to stop completely. They struck Gu Zhan's back with wet thuds.
"AHHHH!" He screamed out in agony.
Wei Cao immediately drew his sword and was ready to strike. "Let him go you Brute!"
T-800 turned to look at Wei Cao. "I need his clothes and shoes."
T-800's tone was neutral, almost as if he does not know what he has done or does not care, as if he is a maniac, a beast with a single focus and rest is just not part of his intent.
Wei Cao grit his teeth. This whole thing was so absurd that it broke his killing intent.
He has never heard of a crazy man who would beat a noble disciple as a hostage just for clothes and boots.