Chapter 913 — Her Heart
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But Wei Zhao's strike had missed. What did that mean? Either he was now weaker than an ordinary man, or his opponent was no amateur.
Wei Zhao knew his own condition well, so only the latter could be true: the man was skilled. Not a cultivator, of course, but the sort of tough who far outstripped ordinary men.
But if the man was no common street thug, why was he here? And why did it so plainly look as though he had come deliberately to make trouble for Wei Zhao?
"Apologize!" The bald man looked coldly at Wei Zhao. "I'll give you three seconds to think it over. Either kneel and kowtow to me in apology, or I'll have my men beat you to your knees!"
Wei Zhao drew a deep breath. Premeditated — these men had certainly come with a plan. It was all too coincidental, like a scene rehearsed beforehand, and it had caught him off guard.
Had Zhen Yingjun sent them? Sent them to test whether he was injured?
Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. It seemed that sometimes appearances alone could not deceive people. When others harbored doubts about you, they would use their own methods to test you one by one — and that, it now seemed, was exactly what was happening.
For a moment Wei Zhao was caught between two courses. If he endured it, the other side would surely learn that his strength had not recovered. Even that first exchange had been enough for a careful observer to see that he no longer had his former power — otherwise, how could the bald man have dodged?
If he did not endure it, they would learn the measure of his strength all the same. But the situation no longer allowed him to hold back. Either way his strength was exposed, and there was no need for Wei Zhao to keep hiding it.
"Then let's see who kneels in the end." As Wei Zhao spoke, he moved — appearing behind the bald man like a ghost, a fierce knife-hand chop descending. The bald man let out a wail and dropped to his knees on the spot...
These were some of the assassination tricks Wei Zhao kept for saving his life, including the footwork he had just used — a lightness skill he almost never employed, a card he played only when driven to the wall.
"Damn it, brothers, get him! He dared to hit Brother Bald — we'll cripple him!" The bald man's men shouted and closed in around Wei Zhao.
"Can't you see the situation? Your leader is already on his knees. A few seconds ago, he wanted me on mine." Wei Zhao looked at the bald man's men. "Drive your cars away. I don't want to bother with you."
Wei Zhao's strength was exposed now. The only thing left was to find Gu Pengzhan and talk to him as soon as possible, to have him find a close guard to take over — otherwise, if he stayed in Songshan City any longer, he would bring Gu Pengzhan no end of trouble.
Of course, he hoped these thugs were not Zhen Yingjun's men, but merely a coincidence.
"This isn't your call to make. You laid hands on our leader — you have to stay." One of the bald man's followers pointed at Wei Zhao. "Otherwise we'll have no face in the streets again!"
"Fine." Wei Zhao had no choice. His strength would be exposed sooner or later anyway, and the ghostly lightness skill and the knife-hand chop just now could serve to confuse them, keeping his true strength unclear.
The speed of that ghostly lightness skill was beyond what any non-cultivator could ordinarily reach — except for Wei Zhao's own set of movements. The knife-hand chop, by contrast, was the plainest of fighting techniques, without a trace of true qi in it.
Thus, though the enemy might have doubts about that knife-hand chop, they would be wary of the ghostly footwork that had come before, and any guess about Wei Zhao's strength would yield no firm conclusion for the time being. While they were second-guessing themselves, they were buying Wei Zhao precious time.