Chapter 2138 — Hard to Deal With
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Wao Jindao's strike was not as powerful as the fourth form of that Earth-Rank man in black's technique, but Wei Zhao had taken it on his bare back, with no defense at all—not fist against fist—so the damage was naturally heavier. In truth, the more crucial factor was that the spirit wolf had hurt Wei Zhao more than Wao Jindao had.
Wei Zhao did not know what battle technique the spirit wolf used, but when his fist struck its body, the recoil force was enough to send his chest's qi and blood surging.
"Pff—" Wei Zhao did not hold it in. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the stifled qi in his chest came out with it, leaving him somewhat better off. But the trouble before him was far from resolved, and he could not afford to be careless. While circulating the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art to rapidly repair the injuries within his body, he kept a wary sense on the spirit wolf and Wao Jindao.
"Ha! Wei Zhao, you're nothing special after all—one move from me and you're spitting blood!" Wao Jindao was overjoyed at the sight. He raised his fist and said to the spirit wolf, "Come on, partner, let's keep at it!"
At Wao Jindao's call, the spirit wolf charged at Wei Zhao once more. Wei Zhao's earlier punch had roused the beast's savagery; now it wanted only to tear out Wei Zhao's throat and finish him.
Wao Jindao, meanwhile, wanted to test something: if he attacked Han Xiaohu again, would Wei Zhao keep blocking for him? The first time might be called a coincidence—but a second and third time could not.
This test, however, disappointed Wao Jindao. Wei Zhao did not turn his head, yet his back seemed to have eyes: wherever Wao Jindao's fist went, there Wei Zhao's body appeared.
This time Wao Jindao deliberately angled his strike a little, aiming at Han Xiaohu's left arm—no vital spot—yet Wei Zhao still interposed himself before that left arm and took Wao Jindao's punch head-on.
Wei Zhao did not mind. His foremost task now was to finish the spirit wolf or drive it off the platform. Wao Jindao's strength was not great, but the spirit wolf was fierce beyond measure. Rather than say Wei Zhao was punching it, it was more like trading blow for blow.
So Wei Zhao now faced enemies front and rear: a head-on clash in front, and his back left wide open for the enemy to strike. Such a way of fighting left him passive and at a severe disadvantage—yet he had no choice. The rules of this arena tournament were truly absurd: be knocked off the platform once, and everything was lost.
"Boom—" The fourth form of the Frenzied Fire Fist: Wei Zhao drove another punch at the spirit wolf's head. The beast was like bronze head and iron arms—though it was sent flying, Wei Zhao's arm was left numb from the shock, and the force traveled all the way to his chest before stopping. Combined with Wao Jindao's punch from behind, it made Wei Zhao spit blood once more.