Chapter 2610 — Our Enemy Is Too Strong
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Heh, being tough does me no good. If you unleash the Twelfth or Thirteenth Form, I definitely could not hold out—but the Eleventh Form, I just barely managed to bear." Wei Zhao began to bluff Xiao Yi. "But come to think of it, just what sect are you from? Before I die, at least let me die with my eyes open, eh?"
"As for what sect I am from, naturally I cannot tell you." Xiao Yi spoke blandly. "Some things are better left unknown. Dragon Rolls the Heavens—Twelfth Form! Go to hell!"
Power equal to the Fourteenth Form of an ordinary art surged wildly toward Wei Zhao—power enough to instantly kill even a peak early-stage Heaven-Rank expert! Wei Zhao dared not meet it head-on. He could only suspend the compression of his true qi bomb and use his true qi to shield his whole body.
Wei Zhao was already injured. Though not seriously, another blow like this would surely make him vomit blood—and this move was even stronger than the last! Fortunately, he had been prepared and had his true qi shielding him; otherwise, taken off guard, he would certainly have died beyond doubt.
"Boom—"
Once again Wei Zhao was swept up into the sky by the enormous tornado, then slammed heavily to the ground. This fall was heavier and more brutal than the last: Wei Zhao was driven two meters deep into the earth, coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood with a "pfft," and lay still in the pit.
Damn, this is fierce! Wei Zhao cursed inwardly. Good thing I had my wits about me, or I would either be dead or out cold by now!
Wei Zhao could only swiftly circulate the second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art to repair the internal injuries to his body, keeping the true qi bomb suspended off to one side and carefully preventing it from exploding. Right now time was life—every moment he could stall was a moment gained!
"Boy, stop playing dead. Can you still stand?" Xiao Yi's voice rang out again, and Wei Zhao's heart lurched!
To his surprise, Xiao Yi was no fool—he had already sensed that Wei Zhao was not dead. There was no point in Wei Zhao keeping up the pretense any longer; reluctantly, and "slowly," he crawled out of the pit and staggered to his feet. "The Heaven-Rank Twelfth Form art is truly formidable. It nearly killed me."
Xiao Yi frowned and studied Wei Zhao's complexion—there was not the slightest sign that he was on the verge of death. He himself had unleashed the Twelfth Form of a Heaven-Rank art, which in theory equaled the Fourteenth Form of an ordinary Heaven-Rank art. Why was Wei Zhao still not dead?
How was this thing's ability to take a beating so strong? Was this really a peak mid-stage Earth-Rank expert? Even a peak early-stage Heaven-Rank expert would not be comfortable after that, would he?
"You've been hiding your strength?" Xiao Yi thought it over for a long while but simply could not fathom why Wei Zhao was so formidable, why even the Twelfth Form of a Heaven-Rank art could not kill him. It seemed this was the only explanation.
"Hiding my strength, and yet standing there taking blows without hitting back? Have you ever met anyone that foolish?" Wei Zhao retorted.
"That is true." Xiao Yi nodded, feeling a touch of curiosity about Wei Zhao. Were it not for his master's orders, he would even have liked to capture Wei Zhao first and study him carefully! But Wei Zhao was one of White Collar's students; they had already taken Han Jingyi, and if they took Wei Zhao as well, it would likely provoke a backlash from White Collar—and then there would be trouble.
At that thought, Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and decided to unleash his strongest form. He was an expert infinitely close to the Heavenly Dao realm, and so he treasured the true qi within his own body exceedingly. Though true qi would slowly recover after unleashing an art, still—if he could solve the problem with the least true qi, he would absolutely never waste a drop.