Chapter 1589 — The Tragic Zhao Qibing, and Besides, Compared to Destroying the Wu Family, Extorting a Sum from Them Would Be More Worthwhile
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"I say, Zhao Qibing — have you gorged yourself on arsenic until your brain rotted? You're an illegitimate son, and you think you can represent the hidden Zhao family?" Wu Chengtian said with open mockery.
"Cihua, tell him what my title is now. Ignorance is truly terrifying," Zhao Qibing said coolly.
"Wu Chengtian, do you still not know? Young Master Bing is now a candidate for the young patriarch position of the hidden Zhao family — the strongest candidate at that!" Li Cihua said. "So? Are you going to beg for mercy now?"
"Young patriarch, schmyoung patriarch. If I beg for mercy, would you actually let me go? My boss is Wei Zhao now, and you already have a grudge against him — do you think I'm an idiot? Cut the big talk. If you're afraid of dying, just say so instead of throwing around all these pleasantries!" Wu Chengtian said with contempt.
"What did you say!" Zhao Qibing nearly exploded with rage. Everything he had just said was the plain truth — how was that mere talk? He had spoken those words to wield domineering bravado, to force Wu Chengtian to back down in the face of overwhelming odds and hand over the money willingly. But now Wu Chengtian had taken them for nothing more than bluster born of cowardice. Naturally, he was furious: "Uncle Zhu, cripple this brat, then notify the Wu family — bring two hundred million to buy him back!"
"Yes!" Uncle Zhu had long since run out of patience. Cracking his knuckles, he strode straight at Wu Chengtian.
Zhao Qibing was no fool. He knew Wu Chengtian was already a firmly established Yellow-tier expert, so he didn't dare strike rashly. He planned to wait until Uncle Zhu had beaten Wu Chengtian half to death, then step in for the sheer pleasure of landing a blow himself.
As Uncle Zhu closed in, Wu Chengtian moved as well. He had grown sick of waiting — he wished he could have started sooner.
Wu Chengtian didn't bother with any flashy posturing. He threw a single punch straight at Uncle Zhu's chest.
Uncle Zhu was now an early-stage Mystic-tier expert, so he naturally feared nothing from Wu Chengtian. He was ready to receive the blow with a leisurely open palm when he suddenly sensed something was badly wrong! This Wu Chengtian — he was no longer a Yellow-tier expert. He had somehow become an early-stage Mystic-tier expert!
But by the time it registered, it was already too late. He could only stiffen his resolve and thrust his hands up to block — dodging was out of the question. Still, Uncle Zhu consoled himself inwardly: the boy had only just broken through to the early Mystic tier, while he himself was a long-celebrated expert of the same realm. Locked in palm-to-palm combat like this, he wouldn't come off worse.
But in the very next instant, he discovered he was wrong — catastrophically wrong. By then, however, everything was far too late.
Uncle Zhu spat a mouthful of fresh blood with a gutted howl and went flying backward, slamming hard into the wall. His chest bone caved inward, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Who was Wu Chengtian? He was the inheritor of the Iron Hand Art — his hand techniques were devastatingly powerful. Even an expert of the same tier wouldn't dare take his strike head-on, and yet Uncle Zhu had done exactly that. What's more, Wu Chengtian now practiced both internal and external cultivation, effectively placing him an entire level above his peers. The outcome was inevitable — Uncle Zhu was crippled in a single blow.
"Internal and external cultivation..." Blood froth bubbling from his lips, Uncle Zhu forced out those four words with terrible difficulty...
But before he could even finish, Wu Chengtian had already walked over and stamped once on each of his four limbs. This was a technique he had picked up from Boss Ergoudan — back then he had thought it felt wonderfully satisfying, and at last he could put it to use himself.