Chapter 3885 — The Limit Golden Pill
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A single slap had sent a peak early Foundation Establishment expert flying? What kind of ridiculous plot was this?
The crowd below the stage could not recover their senses for a long time. Even Meng Jueming gaped as though he had seen a ghost, his jaw hanging open and refusing to close.
By their understanding, Wei Zhao was still merely an early Foundation Establishment expert. Even if he was formidable, surely he could not surpass Murong Zhen, a peak early Foundation Establishment expert?
In Meng Jueming's original estimation, if Wei Zhao managed to escape with his life today, that alone would have counted as his dog-shit luck; at the very worst, he should have had to pay the price of serious injury.
Unfortunately, reality was just that cruel. Not only had Wei Zhao failed to die at Murong Zhen's hands, but Murong Zhen—the very one he had placed such high hopes on—had been slapped off the stage. How was anyone supposed to stomach that?
By contrast, on Wei Zhao's side, there was only a bit of flesh wound on his chest. Judging by how unconcerned he looked, it did not even count as a light injury—at most, a bit of skin had been broken.
"Boss, you're awesome!" Watching Wei Zhao descend from the stage as lightly as a drifting cloud, Qiao Hongcai could not help but praise him aloud. Beside him, Miserable Senior Brother and Xiao Che both wore looks of excitement plain for all to see.
They had confidence in Wei Zhao's strength, but they had never imagined he could win so easily—casually slapping the opponent off the stage with one blow. Inconceivable! Their boss Wei Zhao's strength was simply absurdly great!
Wei Zhao smiled, then turned to Murong Zhen, who was still dazed on the ground, and said, "Miss Murong, I thank you for going easy. My apologies for ruining your clothes. But should you cross hands with me again next time, I would advise you to wear something fireproof."
Hiss! Only then did Murong Zhen suck in a sharp breath and come back to herself. Looking into Wei Zhao's calm yet unsettling eyes, she could not help but shudder. She clenched her fists, grinding her teeth—yet she did not dare utter a single word.
In that instant just now, Wei Zhao's power had been seared deeply into her mind. The very thought of it made her tremble without fighting, and toward this man Wei Zhao, she found a measure of fear rising in her heart that even she herself did not notice.
A dignified peak early Foundation Establishment expert, slapped off the stage by a creature who claimed to be at early Foundation Establishment!
From childhood to now, Murong Zhen had not merely never encountered such a thing—she had never even heard of it. Before this, she had thought Wei Zhao was simply a bit stronger than most, nothing to make a fuss over.
But now, after enduring that slap which had left her heart quaking with terror, the shudder from the depths of her soul in that instant told her: no matter how unwilling, no matter how unconvinced, this man Wei Zhao was truly someone she could not afford to provoke!
Just what level of strength was this creature at? Murong Zhen was already roaring inwardly. If anyone dared to tell her now that Wei Zhao was only at early Foundation Establishment, she would twist off that person's head and use it as a chamber pot. A single slap had sent her flying—how in the hell was that early Foundation Establishment?
This creature was at least a peak early Foundation Establishment expert, perhaps even stronger; otherwise, he could never have done such a thing!
Seeing that the look Murong Zhen now cast him had unconsciously taken on a trace of dread, Wei Zhao knew his goal for today had been achieved. With a faint smile, he walked back to where Miserable Senior Brother and the others stood.