Chapter 3432 — Ending the Fight!
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"Awoo!" Fire Wolf War God Number Eight let out a miserable howl and began to tremble on the ground. Wei Zhao seized the chance—no order was even needed; Little Wind had already carried him around to Eight's back.
"Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, Form Eleven!" Wei Zhao swiftly unleashed his strongest martial technique to date. True, this form lacked the attack bonus of the essence necklace, but even so it was enough—enough to leave Fire Wolf War God Number Eight gravely wounded.
"Little One, hit him! Use a martial technique on him!" Wei Zhao seized the moment and shouted his orders to Little One.
But Little One glanced up at Wei Zhao, then went right on hammering his fists into the sparking, electrified body of Fire Wolf War God Number Eight, paying no heed to Wei Zhao's instructions—no martial technique at all.
"..." Wei Zhao was speechless. At this rate, how many blows would it take to beat Number Eight to death? Strike after strike like this—no matter how great the raw strength, it was far inferior to a martial technique.
Originally, Wei Zhao could have followed up with another Form Ten of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm backed by the attack bonus—equivalent to Form Eleven of the technique. Then the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast could have loosed another lightning bolt at Fire Wolf War God Number Five, Wei Zhao could have slammed him with Form Eleven, Song Lingwei could have thrown in her strongest martial technique, and Little One could have lent a hand on the side—Number Five would have died beyond any doubt. Afterward Wei Zhao would only have needed to restore his own and Little Wind's stamina and true qi. It would have saved time in the fight.
But now it was clear Little One simply could not unleash martial techniques. If Wei Zhao did not keep attacking, then once Fire Wolf War God Number Eight recovered, it would still be a problem.
With no other choice, Wei Zhao abandoned his earlier plan and went back to doing things by the book—once more he landed a Form Ten of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm on Fire Wolf War God Number Eight's back, and only then finished him off.
The trouble was that Wei Zhao's stamina and true qi were spent. Now he could see it clearly: this puppet avatar looked impressive, but it was all show and no substance. It could not use martial techniques. It could tie an opponent down, true, but actually inflicting damage was somewhat troublesome.
But this was no time to dwell on such things. Wei Zhao's pressing task was to recover his stamina and true qi as quickly as possible, so that he could face the last enemy at full strength. He plunged frantically into the jade pendant space to absorb energy, while Little One went off to help Song Lingwei.
Even with Little One's help, Song Lingwei was still no match for Fire Wolf War God Number Five—because by now Song Lingwei was showing signs of her stamina giving out. Fire Wolf War God Number Five had the upper hand, and yet he could not feel the least bit pleased.
Before, he would have been elated. But every man he had brought was dead; only he remained. Fire Wolf War God Number Five had already begun toying with the idea of retreat—there was absolutely no way he could carry Song Lingwei off today. So preserving his own life took priority.
And yet, in the present situation, could he get away? With only Song Lingwei, perhaps it would be another matter—after all, her stamina had begun to fail. But Little One had joined the fight as well, and Fire Wolf War God Number Five found himself flustered and hard-pressed.
Then there was Wei Zhao, still watching hungrily from the side, leaving him no idea when Wei Zhao and his spirit beast might launch an attack. Fire Wolf War God Number Five also could not understand it: if Wei Zhao joined the fight now, he would be dead beyond any doubt—yet Wei Zhao perversely did not come. Something about it felt wrong, but he could not figure out what, and he had no time to think.