Chapter 2512 — What Does This Mean?
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"You—" The Heaven Rank vice president sensed that something had gone wrong. True, he was an expert at the peak of the early Heaven Rank, and You Laosan was an expert at the early Heaven Rank, but the gap between them was only so wide. It was unrealistic to say that the Heaven Rank vice president could completely suppress You Laosan—he simply did not have that ability, let alone the power to slay him with ease.
If the two of them truly came to blows, the outcome would not be hard to predict: the Heaven Rank vice president would ultimately be victorious, but he would have to pay a heavy price, and he might even be injured. That was not something he wished to see.
"My apologies," the short expert said with some resignation.
"Grandfather, why don't we join forces with the vice president? Then couldn't we still beat that brat?" You Panga was unwilling to let it go, and he suddenly spoke up.
His aim was twofold: first, to remind his grandfather that there were now two Heaven Rank experts on their side, so there was no need to fear Wei Zhao; second, to remind the Heaven Rank vice president that he was acting under duress, and to get the vice president to talk his grandfather around.
Sure enough, the Heaven Rank vice president's eyes lit up. He finally understood why the You family had switched sides on the battlefield—it was because they could not beat Wei Zhao. But an expert at the early Heaven Rank was no match for an expert at the peak of the mid Earth Rank? Was that true or not? This world had gone mad.
The short expert's expression froze for a moment. It was not that he had never considered joining forces with the Heaven Rank vice president, but doing so would be far too risky. What if, even together, they were still no match for Wei Zhao?
He was not You Panga. You Panga had, after all, not lived through that day's events, but the short expert had truly taken a palm strike, and he knew all too well how terrifying that palm had been. To say nothing more, two such palm strikes on him and he would be dead for certain.
So if Wei Zhao pulled that trick again, sending one palm strike at each of them, both he and the Heaven Rank vice president would be crippled. He did not believe that the Heaven Rank vice president, being only slightly stronger than he was, could escape such a fate. That was unrealistic.
Even if the Heaven Rank vice president were not as badly hurt as he was after being struck, he would certainly be in no condition to fight. By then, would it not be as easy for Wei Zhao to kill You Panga and the scrawny man as slaughtering chickens? And once those two were dead, another palm strike each for the two of them, and all four would be finished right here.
At the thought of this, the short expert felt an inexplicable chill run through him. He hastily banished the idea, snapped back to his senses, drew back his arm, and with a "smack" brought his palm down on You Panga's face again. "You good-for-nothing brat, what nonsense are you spouting? That great hero is so formidable—how could two trifling Heaven Rank experts like us ever hope to beat him by joining forces? What does a little whelp like you know? Last time, your Grandpa Gao and I went together—he was an expert at the peak of the late Earth Rank, I was an expert at the early Earth Rank. He was killed with a single palm, and I was crippled. It took me ever so many pills to recover. Have you forgotten all that?"
In saying these things, the short expert was also speaking for the Heaven Rank vice president's benefit: the meaning was, I was crippled by a single palm strike from Wei Zhao, and striking you would be a single palm strike as well. Although I know full well that I have been pushed out here to make an enemy of you, I still have no choice but to brace myself and go through with it. So do not blame me—this is not my own wish.