Chapter 3566 — One Move to Win
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"Rest easy. One way or another, we're still fellow disciples of the Azure Cloud Pavilion. At most I'll cripple you—I won't kill you!" Meng Zhou cracked his knuckles and came striding toward Wei Zhao with a savage grin.
The others hurriedly fell back to the sides, all wearing the look of spectators settling in for a show. After all, this was the first challenge they had witnessed since joining the Welcome Pavilion, and the two parties were the fiercest of this batch of Azure Cloud Pavilion newcomers, Meng Zhou, and Wei Zhao, who had come up from the mundane world—both figures well worth watching. Naturally, such a fine spectacle deserved their full attention.
"Junior Brother Wei Zhao, if you can't hold out, call out your surrender at once. That ends the challenge, and he won't be allowed to strike at you again," the Miserable Senior Brother said hastily to Wei Zhao before withdrawing. Like everyone else, he did not think much of Wei Zhao's chances, and if Wei Zhao stubbornly refused to yield, it would be all too easy for this to end in death.
Xiao Che had witnessed Wei Zhao's formidable strength back in the mundane world, but even so he felt a twinge of worry now. Still, he could hardly advise Wei Zhao to back down, so he could only say: "Brother Lin, good luck."
Wei Zhao nodded to the two of them, then turned to Meng Zhou and said coolly: "Go ahead."
"Hah! About to meet your doom and you still dare put on airs before me—you don't even know how the word 'death' is written!" Meng Zhou laughed loudly and lunged at Wei Zhao, without the slightest warning sweeping out a horizontal kick—the Twentieth Stance of the Thousand Legs.
This was the martial art he was used to. The Thousand Legs carried the force of a thousand catties; even against a local expert of the same tier it had ample killing power—let alone against some cut-rate article from the mundane world.
Caught in the backwash of the leg-wind, everyone around paled. Only Wei Zhao, the man at the center of it all, remained unhurried; without any flourish, he met it head-on with the Fifteenth Stance of the Frenzied Flame Eight Trigrams Palm!
Fearing that others might grow resentful and make common cause against him if his strength seemed too high, Wei Zhao did not use his strongest move. Even so, the Fifteenth Stance of the Frenzied Flame Eight Trigrams Palm alone was enough to instantly slay an expert at the peak of the late Heaven Rank—but he had no intention of taking Meng Zhou's life; that would likely have left him unable to stay on the northern island of the Heaven Rank.
His aim, then, was merely to establish his authority, to make people feel he was not to be trifled with, without going straight to wiping anyone out. It would be all to the good if Meng Zhou backed off; if not, then let him bring it on. He had not killed Meng Zhou, so presumably those great personages would not step forward on Meng Zhou's behalf.
Bang! Boom!
Leg met palm, and Meng Zhou was actually sent flying backward by a single blow from Wei Zhao. His internal organs felt as if they had been displaced; before he could struggle to his feet, he retched with a "blaargh" and vomited blood all over the ground—a harrowing sight.
Hiss!
Everyone present fell silent at once, leaving only a chorus of sharp indrawn breaths as they stared at Wei Zhao, every gaze filled with utter shock!
To send Meng Zhou—a peak late Heaven Rank cultivator at great consummation—flying with a single palm strike: what kind of strength was that? Could the people of the mundane world really have grown so overbearing now?
Not only these newcomers; even Meng Jueming now looked at Wei Zhao with something like disbelief. Meng Zhou might be a rootless loose cultivator, but at the great-consummation Heaven Rank level he could hardly be called weak—and yet a so-called cut-rate article from the mundane world had defeated him in a single move. The result was simply too unexpected!