Chapter 908 — The Medicine King's Suspicion
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"Wei Zhao seems to be fine now. He came out of the Gu family villa looking as if he had never been hurt at all. But there was no sign of Li Fu — either he wasn't healed, or he's dead." Li Cihua said.
"Wei Zhao's already recovered? That's impossible!" The Medicine King was startled. "Is his medical skill really so extraordinary that he can heal wounds that severe? Can he use his own true qi to treat himself?"
"Could his strength have recovered already?" Ma Zhu froze, hatred surging across his face. If Wei Zhao were lying somewhere in misery, badly wounded, he could have borne it. But that Wei Zhao should be perfectly fine — that he could not accept.
"I'm not sure... To think he's that formidable?" The Medicine King knit his brows, speaking with some disbelief.
"Is Wei Zhao even human? My god, how is he this badass?" Zhao Qibing's eyes went wide. Still, he had been prepared for this — Wei Zhao had always been like this. He had long since lost faith in all those braggarts who swore they could finish Wei Zhao off in one blow; what he had faith in was that Wei Zhao would never die. The man was like a cockroach you couldn't kill!
"Wait — no!" The Medicine King suddenly slapped his thigh. "You said you didn't see Li Fu?"
"That's right. Li Fu hasn't shown himself at all... Gu Pengzhan has been driving himself these days..." Li Cihua said.
"Hahahaha! I've got it. This time, Wei Zhao was wounded too! He no longer has true qi to spare for healing Li Fu!" The Medicine King laughed aloud. "I'd wager that Wei Zhao being able to walk about now means only that his surface wounds have closed. In truth, his strength has not recovered at all!"
"Oh? If that's so, then isn't this a fine chance to deal with Wei Zhao?" A flame of hatred suddenly kindled in Ma Zhu's eyes.
"It's only a guess on my part. But let me offer you a word of advice, Master Ma: in your condition, you would do well not to cross hands with Wei Zhao!" The Medicine King shook his head and said mildly, "Even if his strength hasn't recovered, you have lost seven or eight parts of yours. You and he are six of one and half a dozen of the other. Never mind Wei Zhao — as you are now, if a few strong men surrounded you, you'd have trouble getting free!"
Harsh as the Medicine King's words were, Ma Zhu knew they were true, and he could not help lowering his head again. Indeed, with the half-baked strength he had left, he was no match for anyone. Half his body had lost its power, and he had no decent offensive techniques to speak of. In the past he had relied on the hardness of his body and simply flailed away; now, even a few strong men could beat him to death — because half of his body was no different from an ordinary man's.
"But I don't want Wei Zhao to live in this world another moment!" Ma Zhu said through gritted teeth. "I wish he would die right now — this instant!"