Chapter 4205 — Say What You Like
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That elixir-fire bomb had left a shadow in Yu Jiang's heart. Back then, with only a scrap of strength, Wei Zhao had left Nan Tianyong—a peak late Foundation Establishment expert—half dead. Now that the two of them were both early Golden Core, no matter how confident he was in his own strength, he dared not simply let Wei Zhao charge up a big move.
"Hmph, don't think you can stall for time and pull the same trick twice!" Yu Jiang dared not waste more words; he swiftly gathered sword qi at his fingertips and lunged straight at Wei Zhao, determined to cut short his buildup.
Seeing this, Wei Zhao neither dodged nor flinched; his figure flashed as he met Yu Jiang head-on, and once they were close enough, the hands hidden behind his back lashed out abruptly, as though he meant to slap Yu Jiang square in the face.
Just as I thought! Yu Jiang understood at once, certain that Wei Zhao held an elixir-fire bomb; he dared not meet it head-on, and with a flicker of his body made to dodge to the side.
This had been his intent all along—to lure out Wei Zhao's elixir-fire bomb, for once he dodged it cleanly he would have nothing left to worry about. A killer move of such heaven-defying power could hardly be controlled at will; this was the perfect chance to seize the flaw and strike a fatal blow!
But the next moment, Yu Jiang's expression turned wonderfully ugly—there was nothing at all in Wei Zhao's hands, not even much gathered true qi, let alone any elixir-fire bomb. The fellow had simply been toying with him.
Yu Jiang flew into a rage born of humiliation, but before he could make another move, Wei Zhao's Wildfire Thousand-Leg Sweep had already lashed into him. Caught utterly off guard, Yu Jiang was kicked clean off his feet and sent flying, straight off the arena.
"Wei Zhao wins!" the referee announced at once.
The whole hall was struck dumb—and then Yu Jiang, coming to his senses, stamped his feet below the stage and cursed furiously: "Despicable! Shameless! You cheating bastard!"
"Oh, say what you like, you fool." Wei Zhao shrugged indifferently, nodded to the referee, and stepped down from the arena as light as a cloud.
"You—you—" Yu Jiang was choked speechless for a long moment by that single sentence, grinding his teeth in fury, wishing he could devour the man on the spot.
This time he had returned, and yesterday's one-move defeat of Nan Tianxiong had been merely a small appetizer; he had meant to put on a grand display of his prowess. Yet to be toyed with so utterly in the palm of Wei Zhao's hand, to lose without even getting to show his true strength—how could anyone possibly swallow that?
Seeing that expression on his face, Wei Zhao merely curled his lip faintly, not even bothering to spare him a glance.
If it came to a true contest of strength, then although this Yu Jiang was likewise an expert of the early Golden Core stage who had broken through perfectly, Wei Zhao was still confident enough to crush his opponent head-on—but that would waste no small amount of stamina. So long as he won, who cared how he won?
Wei Zhao had no wish to squander too much effort on Yu Jiang for nothing. Today was not like yesterday, after all—yesterday he had only needed to fight one match, but today, the moment the second round was over, the third round of the individual battles would begin at once. Whether he could conserve enough stamina was of vital importance. R1152