Chapter 2141 — A Narrow Victory
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Woking Dao was dead.
The spirit wolf was dead, its body torn beyond recognition.
"Dao'er!" Sect Master Wo let out a shrill cry and rushed forward, cradling Woking Dao's corpse, but it was already past saving… Woking Dao was in truth Sect Master Wo's nephew. Having no children of his own, he had raised the boy as his own flesh and blood, pouring every effort into grooming him, yet he had never told the youth of that bond…
Now Woking Dao was dead, and only then did Sect Master Wo know boundless regret. He should never have let Woking Dao face Wei Zhao. Had he known Wei Zhao would sweep all before him like that, why would he have been the first to stick his neck out? So many scions of the hidden clans—were they all fools?
Stump Bird Cannon and Stump Bird Spear, Pi Zhifeng and Pi Zhitao—were they all brainless? Why had they conceded? Was it not because they feared Wei Zhao, because they could not beat him? And yet his nephew Woking Dao could?
"Wei Zhao, I swear by all that is holy, I will have your life!" Sect Master Wo stared up at the arena, grinding his teeth as he spoke…
On the arena, Wei Zhao was faring no better. Only after crashing heavily to the ground did he realize he had underestimated the might of Woking Dao's man-and-beast union. That one strike had landed harder than even the early Heaven rank blow he had taken during the endurance contest…
Wei Zhao felt as though every bone, every meridian, every organ in his body had been shattered. He had to admit that Woking Dao was the most dangerous foe he had faced since entering the Earth rank.
Not Blue Hair, not You Shisan, not the black-clad Earth rank man—none of them had left Wei Zhao so thoroughly routed. The bout with Woking Dao had looked simple, nothing elaborate about it, yet every step of it had set his heart racing.
As he was now, Wei Zhao was holding onto life by a thread of true qi alone. Any other cultivator would have perished the moment his true qi ran dry. Fortunately for him, he possessed the Xuanyuan Dragon Taming Art, that heaven-defying mental cultivation method, which allowed him to heal his own wounds.
So after sprawling to the ground, Wei Zhao did not hurry to rise. Instead he began circulating the second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon Taming Art there on the arena, rapidly mending the injuries within his body. It was fortunate he had kept some true qi in reserve; otherwise, even if his wounds healed slowly, his meridians would have been ruined—just as had happened after his bout with Ma Zhu.
Han Xiaohu wanted to go and check on Wei Zhao, but Old Master Han waved him back and gave a slight shake of his head. If Wei Zhao were still alive and healing, it was best not to touch him; if he were already dead, then going over would be useless, and one had to think of the future of the hidden Han family.
Still, Han Xiaohu walked over to Wei Zhao's side, deeply anxious, and felt his heart ease when he saw that Wei Zhao was still breathing.
"Woking Dao, Wei Zhao—can either of you still stand?" Old Master Zhao, seeing no movement in the arena, could not tell whether Wei Zhao was dead, and so called out: "If both sides perish together, then both are losers in this match."
In Old Master Zhao's heart, he wanted Wei Zhao dead. If Wei Zhao died, the final match would not even need to be fought—how clean and simple that would be! As for Woking Dao, Old Master Zhao had no particular feelings; if he was dead, so be it—it had nothing to do with the hidden Zhao family either way.
"My leader is healing, dead my ass!" Han Xiaohu snapped. "Can't you see he's still breathing? Hurry up and declare the result!"
Having just repaired the broken bones in his body, Wei Zhao could barely manage to sit up, cross-legged on the arena, eyes still shut as he swiftly worked the mental cultivation formula, healing himself. His injuries were too severe now—he had to treat them at once, with no room for delay.