Chapter 3884 — A Slap That Sent Her Flying
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Fortunately, Wei Zhao's profound true qi shielded his body, and after clashing with Raging Fire Fist the Phantom Finger was already at the end of its strength. So though the scene looked desperately perilous, the wound on Wei Zhao was nothing but a flesh wound—it had not touched any vital point at all.
Murong Zhen's side, by contrast, was faring far from well at this moment. She had never imagined that while dealing with her Phantom Finger, Wei Zhao would dare to split his attention and turn on her—that he would even have the spare strength to turn on her. It was simply inconceivable!
Caught utterly off guard, she was engulfed by the scorching fist intent of Raging Fire Fist surging down from every direction. Murong Zhen's lovely face paled at once—after all, the Phantom Finger had already consumed the greater part of her true qi, and she was now in the awkward position of having spent herself dry!
"Ah!" In her panic, Murong Zhen—a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage, no less—was frightened into a shrill cry. At a loss, she gritted her teeth against internal injury and once again brought out the Phantom Finger.
Unfortunately, the Phantom Finger was indeed formidable on the attack, but for defense it was hardly worth a look.
Its point-breaking-surface property was utterly useless at a time like this. At best the Phantom Finger could shatter the single point where Raging Fire Fist was strongest, but it had no way to block the attack across the rest of its range.
Bang! Murong Zhen was instantly shrouded in the searing fist intent of Raging Fire Fist. It was not enough to wound her grievously, but it was certainly no pleasant experience—at the very least, her appearance at this moment was utterly bedraggled.
Not only was she scorched into a wild, disheveled mess with the exposed skin of her body blackened all over, but even her already flimsy clothes had been burned into rags, laying bare the alluring scenery wrapped beneath—and below the platform, the whole crowd swallowed hard in unison.
At first the crowd had all been on Murong Zhen's side, but now, having feasted their eyes, they instead secretly praised Wei Zhao for a job well done. If this starving ghost of a lecher had not burned her clothes off for them, where would they ever have found the chance to admire Murong Zhen's exquisite body!
Bedraggled she might be, but there was a rare and singular charm to it all the same!
Yet on the platform, Murong Zhen was now seething with fury. She had come up in such flimsy clothes precisely because she did not mind letting the crowd below enjoy an eyeful—in fact, she rather enjoyed the feeling, for it drew everyone's attention all the more, made them unable to restrain themselves, and brought them willingly to kneel at the hem of her skirt.
Never, however, had she imagined being beaten into such a sorry state by Wei Zhao. After all, she had come forward to challenge Wei Zhao today not only to trade favors with Meng Jueming, but chiefly to vent her own anger—who told this Wei Zhao to be so blind to propriety as to ignore her charms again and again!
Yet in the end, not only had she failed to vent her spleen, she had instead been left utterly bedraggled herself, losing face so badly that how would she ever stand before these people below the platform again?
"Wei Zhao, you just wait—" Paying no heed to the embarrassment of her exposure, Murong Zhen ground her teeth and made to strike at Wei Zhao once more. She only looked wretched at the moment; as for whether she had truly suffered any grave injury, that was another matter.
At least in her own eyes, she still had the strength for one more fight, and she absolutely would not swallow this insult today!
But before she could finish her words, Wei Zhao's figure had already flashed before her. Without a word, he raised his palm—smack!