Chapter 3949 — To Fight or Not to Fight
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"New steward, you seem rather frightened. All you wanted was to use that pill-fire bomb of yours to finish me off, wasn't it? So how about we play a little game? We stand right here without moving, and see who dies first." Wei Zhao laughed, his face full of mockery.
"Wh-what? Stand right here without moving! Are you out of your damn mind, or just a fool?" Kang Jingming's face went pale with fright. If before this Wei Zhao had merely been a formidable enemy in his eyes, then now the man had become an outright lunatic!
Kang Jingming dreamed day and night of killing Wei Zhao. The stronger Wei Zhao's cultivation grew, the fiercer his own desire for revenge. But when his opponent was a madman with no regard for his own life, that was another matter entirely. Who in the hell would willingly stake their life in a death struggle against a lunatic?
Yet no matter how Kang Jingming struggled, Wei Zhao simply held him there, effortlessly, one hand locked around him, not shifting a hair.
The gap in their strength was simply too vast. Wei Zhao was already an expert of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, while Kang Jingming remained at the early stage—two full tiers apart. If he could not even handle an expert of his own level, how could he possibly break free of Wei Zhao's grip?
"Hey, hey, you madman, let go of me, quick! I really can't hold it in anymore!" This time Kang Jingming was well and truly scared out of his wits.
To hold a bomb in your hand that could go off at any moment, beyond your control—there was no feeling more horrifying in the world. And the crux of it was that this pill-fire bomb was of his own making; he knew exactly how powerful it was.
If it truly exploded, what would become of that madman Wei Zhao he could not say, but of one thing he was certain: this time he himself was dead for sure. He would not even leave a whole corpse behind.
Even more crucial was the fact that pill fire was irreversible. Once triggered, it could not be drawn back in. That was a far different matter from Wei Zhao's true-qi bomb!
"Can't hold it in? Then just let go. I doubt you've ever had a taste of your own pill-fire bomb, have you?" Wei Zhao said, his expression as calm and flat as ever.
But to Kang Jingming's eyes at this moment, he was more devilish than any devil could be. For the first time, he felt a chill, bone-deep terror radiating from Wei Zhao. Even if he somehow managed to scrape through this calamity today, he feared this trauma would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"He won't retreat, and he won't fight—just what are those two playing at?" Watching the bizarre spectacle of the two men locked motionless, the crowd below the stage could not help but frown.
Only Kang Jingming and Wei Zhao knew about the pill-fire bomb. The crowd below was completely in the dark; all they saw was Wei Zhao suddenly seizing Kang Jingming's left hand, after which the two of them, inexplicably, simply stopped moving.
They had been full of anticipation for a fierce clash between two rising newcomers, one that would leave both sides battered and broken—if not outright dead, then at least crippled for life, never to rise again, which would have been thoroughly satisfying. But what was this sorry state of affairs supposed to be?
"Huff... huff..." Before anything had even happened, Kang Jingming was already panting like a bellows. Amid the panic and terror, he had finally come to understand one thing: Wei Zhao was not playing around this time.
That was right—Wei Zhao was not playing around at all.
He knew full well just how powerful Kang Jingming's pill-fire bomb was. After all, his own true-qi bomb was virtually the same sort of move. If this had been before, an explosion at such close range would have killed not only Kang Jingming, but himself as well.