Chapter 952 — A Bizarre Scene
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"Oh? I hear it was you who struck Wei Zhizun with a single palm and left him gravely wounded?" Wei Zhao turned his head and looked at Pi Bo.
"Indeed, it was I! Would you care for a taste of it?" Pi Bo nodded proudly.
"Oh, if you hadn't mentioned it, I might have forgotten. Everything you people did to Uncle Chu, I will repay twofold!" Wei Zhao's voice remained utterly calm, not a ripple of emotion in it: "But measured against me, you are pathetically weak. If I struck you twice, you would drop dead on the spot."
"Insolent whelp, what did you say!" The moment he heard Wei Zhao's words, Pi Bo flew into a rage. To his mind, a crippled good-for-nothing daring to speak to him like that was simply courting death.
"How about this. Since you are, after all, working for the Xiao family, I will not kill you," Wei Zhao said mildly. "I will strike you once with fifty percent of my strength. If you take it, you may walk away and I will not make things difficult for you. But if you cannot take it, then there is nothing I can do."
"Huh?" Pi Bo was briefly taken aback, then suddenly roared with laughter and slapped his own chest. "You, hit me? Fine, I will let you hit me! But if you don't kill me, then I will kill you! Let us see just how you manage to lay a hand on me."
With that, Pi Bo puffed out his chest and planted himself right in front of Wei Zhao! As an external-style expert at the peak of the middle Mystic Rank, he outranked Wei Zhao by two full grades—even before Wei Zhao lost his cultivation, the man had been no more than early Mystic Rank—so Pi Bo had never once taken Wei Zhao seriously.
"Wait!" Seeing that Wei Zhao appeared to be in earnest, Xiao Ben suddenly hesitated again.
If Wei Zhao was only putting on airs, then why go through the solemn ritual of striking Pi Bo with a single palm?
So Xiao Ben wanted to press him further. Something about today was far too bizarre.
But Xiao Ben was a step too slow. Wei Zhao's palm shot out.
A moment before, Pi Bo had been slapping his chest and laughing, looking at Wei Zhao with mockery in his eyes; a moment later, his whole body was like a kite with its string cut, whooshing out of the villa and hitting the road at the main gate with a heavy thud.
Xiao Ji was struck dumb, and so was Xiao Ben. Both stared blankly at Wei Zhao.
By their reckoning, Wei Zhao had long since lost his strength. How could he possibly send Pi Bo flying with a single palm?
Could it be... Xiao Ji and Xiao Ben exchanged a glance, both recalling an utterly horrifying possibility! Wei Zhao's strength had never vanished at all. Everything had been an illusion!
"You... you... you..." Xiao Ji's eyes bulged as he pointed at Wei Zhao, saying "you" three times and failing to produce anything else.
"Enough of your 'you.' I was afraid I would kill him, so I used only forty percent of my strength. He is probably not dead yet," Wei Zhao said mildly.
At those words, Xiao Ji and Xiao Ben could not spare a thought for anything else. They spun around and ran out of the villa, wanting to check on Pi Bo's injuries.
After all, Pi Bo was the Xiao family's sole pillar. If anything at all happened to Pi Bo, the Xiao family's strength would plunge overnight.
The Xiao family's standing among the great clans was already precarious. Nothing could be allowed to happen to Pi Bo now.
The two of them hurried out of the courtyard, but the instant their feet crossed out of the villa, they heard a shrill screech of brakes!
Hard on the heels of that screech came another enormous bang! Pi Bo's body, which had only just flown out of the villa, was sent flying again by a red Ferrari bearing straight down on him...
Pi Bo let out a wretched scream and crashed heavily to the ground, blood bubbling from his mouth. Clearly, he would not live.
"Huh?" The brothers Xiao Ji and Xiao Ben stared wide-eyed and looked at each other in blank dismay. What kind of coincidence was this? How had Pi Bo gone and gotten himself hit by a car?