Chapter 2845 — He Actually Lost
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"Huh?" Zhang Naipao was channeling his mental cultivation formula when he suddenly heard Wei Zhao utter this oddly familiar "new phrase," and he froze on the spot. He looked up at Wei Zhao—only to see a fist flying straight at him!
Startled, Zhang Naipao hurriedly switched his formula and began circulating the Thorns Divine Art. He had no idea what this Hellfire Frenzy Fist of Wei Zhao's was, but with his divine art shielding him, he naturally felt no fear.
"Boom!" Imitating Zhang Naipao's style, Wei Zhao forced the true qi of the Frenzy Fire Fist out through his knuckles and drove it straight into Zhang Naipao's head!
To give the move greater effect, Wei Zhao had been circulating the formula of the ninth stance of the Frenzy Fire Fist, which meant the Hellfire Frenzy Fist he unleashed was likewise equivalent to the ninth stance.
Even so, Zhang Naipao's Thorns Divine Art still rebounded Wei Zhao's Hellfire Frenzy Fist at two hundred and forty percent, leaving only twenty percent to land on its caster!
Naturally, that two hundred and forty percent had no effect on Wei Zhao whatsoever—it was all dissolved by his mid-grade Golden Cicada undergarment. What Wei Zhao had not expected, however, was how utterly draining this Hellfire Frenzy Fist was. It consumed nearly as much as the Frenzy Fire Eight Trigrams Palm. He had succeeded in unleashing the ninth stance of the Hellfire Frenzy Fist, but in that instant, the physical strength and true qi within his body seemed to pour out of him entirely along with the martial technique, shooting toward Zhang Naipao's head, while his own body was left as dry as a drained husk. Before he could think another thought, Wei Zhao collapsed into a sitting position on the ground.
"Ah—!" Zhang Naipao clutched his head. A flicker of terror flashed through his eyes, then gave way to a crimson haze of confusion, and he bolted, racing off at full speed toward one corner of the Five Fiends Wildlands...
Zhang Naipao had never imagined that Wei Zhao could unleash the Hellshadow Demon Fist—or rather, something called the Hellfire Frenzy Fist. It had not looked quite the same, but the effect was much the same. In an instant, Zhang Naipao felt as though he had plunged into a sea of fire: endless flames sprang up behind him, and he fled in terror, desperate not to be scorched...
Wei Zhao's Hellfire Frenzy Fist lacked the true-qi effect of Zhang Naipao's version, which could induce twisted, corrupted memories, but it could conjure a sea of fire just as vividly, so real that none could tell truth from illusion, leaving its victim trapped in the hallucination with no way out.
So although Zhang Naipao suffered no painful memory hallucinations, he was plunged into a hellish vision instead, as though he were being tormented in a sea of fire down in the underworld—and the agony of it was, in fact, even greater!
Think about it: no one would feel comfortable with a sea of fire chasing at his heels; he would have to run without pause. That was exactly how Zhang Naipao felt now. He believed that if he so much as slowed his steps, the flames would swallow him whole—so to stay alive, he had to run and run and run...
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Naipao had shrunk to a mere silhouette in the distance. Wei Zhao sat on the ground, having just recovered a sliver of physical strength and true qi. He had meant to have Feng Shihua, Li Ciba, and the others join forces and finish Zhang Naipao off, but who could have guessed the man would already be so far away!
With no physical strength or true qi left in him, Wei Zhao naturally could not give chase himself. But the Five Fiends Wildlands were full of danger, and he did not want Feng Shihua and Li Ciba to take such a risk—if they failed to catch Zhang Naipao and ran into a spirit beast instead, the loss would far outweigh the gain.