Chapter 3884 — A Slap That Sent Her Flying
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Apart from deceiving spiritual sense, Phantom Finger had another trait: it excelled at breaking a surface with a single point. In a straight clash, even an expert of the same level would unconsciously flinch, let alone Wei Zhao, whose strength on paper was a full tier below Murong Zhen's.
Meng Jueming had lured Murong Zhen into challenging Wei Zhao with promises of profit, and he had pictured the scene of Murong Zhen killing Wei Zhao right there on the platform. Yet now that the moment was finally at hand, it suddenly felt unreal to him—this exquisite feeling was like a hazy dream!
Alas, that beautiful dream of Meng Jueming's was destined never to come true.
"Deceiving spiritual sense is indeed a clever trick, but before absolute power, what use is it?" Without betraying a flicker of emotion, Wei Zhao raised both fists before his throat, and a searing, blazing heat erupted from his whole body, giving the impression that one had plunged in an instant into a roaring sea of fire.
Wei Zhao still had no way of telling which shaft of white light was the true Phantom Finger, but one thing was certain: Murong Zhen had locked onto his throat a moment ago, so no matter which direction the strike came from, its final target had to be the throat!
That made things simple—so long as he guarded that fatal weak point, he need only wait for the chance to strike back!
Murong Zhen was startled by the blazing heat pouring off Wei Zhao. Such an overbearing, domineering fist intent was truly rare. Even with Wei Zhao holding it in check, the scorching force on the platform was already enough to steal one's breath; had Murong Zhen not been willing to expend her true qi suppressing it, her clothes would likely have burst into ash of their own accord.
But when she saw him shielding his throat, she gave another cold laugh. If simply guarding one's throat could fend off the Phantom Finger, then what business did this beauty have playing the game at all!
With a flick of her mind, the Phantom Finger's target shifted in an instant to Wei Zhao's chest. The human body had no shortage of vital points—surely the throat was not the only one! And given her mastery of the Phantom Finger, even changing targets at the very last moment was simplicity itself!
However, Murong Zhen soon discovered that she was wrong—not merely wrong, but wildly, absurdly wrong!
Because Wei Zhao had been waiting for precisely the instant she changed targets. No martial art is flawless. However ingenious the Phantom Finger's deception of spiritual sense, at certain moments it would betray a flaw—just like this instant when she altered her target!
Among the dozens of shafts of white light, one reacted noticeably faster than the rest. The difference was so minute that an ordinary cultivator's perception could hardly detect it, but Wei Zhao could.
Raging Fire Fist, Twenty-Third Form! Twin Burst!
After this period of devoted training, Wei Zhao had fully mastered the realm of the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage. Even a formidable technique like the Twenty-Third Form of Raging Fire Fist was now well within his power to unleash twice in succession!
One fist met the Phantom Finger. The other hammered straight across the air at Murong Zhen's face!
Boom! The Phantom Finger collided head-on with the blazing fist intent of Raging Fire Fist. As Wei Zhao had expected, even a technique as rigid and domineering as Raging Fire Fist could hardly gain any advantage against the enemy's point-breaking-surface property.
After the collision, that strike of Raging Fire Fist, Twenty-Third Form, was actually pierced clean through, and the Phantom Finger stabbed straight into Wei Zhao's chest!