Chapter 1663 — A Hidden Loss
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When Wei Zhao shouted the name "Rising Dragon Fist," Blue Hair visibly froze. He had never heard of any martial technique by that name, yet the move looked terribly familiar — and then it struck him: a while ago, when he had accompanied Young Master You to the arcade, one of the game characters had used exactly that move.
Were there really people in the real world who used such a move?
Blue Hair's Frenzied Eagle Thunderclap Hand was ferocious to begin with; the second form, Divine Eagle Swings Its Tail, in particular, drove straight for the crown of Wei Zhao's head. But that single "Rising Dragon Fist" made him hesitate, unsure how to respond, and in the end his downward talons missed Wei Zhao's head and caught his shoulder instead.
In an instant, five bloody holes opened in Wei Zhao's shoulder, blood gushing out at once. But Wei Zhao's fist, pressed tight against Blue Hair's body, smashed into Blue Hair's face, and the tremendous force sent Blue Hair flying along with it, then dropping heavily to the ground not far away, where he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pff."
Yet though Blue Hair looked badly battered, his face swelling up as though it were serious, in truth no great harm had been done. The blood he spat came only from his mouth being struck, not from internal injury.
And the swelling in his face was nothing but an external wound. Against an opponent of equal rank, a single forceful punch from Wei Zhao, one that had not even landed on a vital spot, naturally could not do Blue Hair any real harm.
So although both of them looked injured, in truth it was Wei Zhao who had come off the worse without anyone noticing.
"Frenzied Eagle Thunderclap Claw — quite a formidable martial technique..." Wei Zhao said lightly, feigning indifference, while in truth he was stalling for time, circulating the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art to heal the wound on his shoulder.
That claw had been severe: Blue Hair had cracked the very bone of Wei Zhao's shoulder blade. So even if he did not fully heal the wound, he had to mend the cracked bone; otherwise the flexibility of his arm would suffer, and he would pay dearly for it.
"Rising Dragon Fist? You call that a martial technique?" Having truly tasted the "might" of Wei Zhao's Rising Dragon Fist, Blue Hair was scornful. He had thought it must be some formidable move, but it was nothing more than an ordinary punch, with nothing special about it at all — utterly plain.
It merely resembled the Rising Dragon Fist from the game; in truth it was an empty flourish, pleasing to the eye but useless in practice.
And recalling Wei Zhao's earlier reaction to the mention of martial techniques, Blue Hair understood roughly: the boy surely knew no martial techniques at all, but refused to admit defeat, and so had improvised a move from a video game, conjuring up a "Rising Dragon Fist" to frighten him.
Otherwise — had he not hesitated over that unknown name, "Rising Dragon Fist" — Blue Hair believed his talons would already have closed on the crown of Wei Zhao's head and killed him outright.