Chapter 4387 — Are You an Idiot?
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In an instant, the fear the crowd had felt for the scarred man shifted entirely onto Wei Zhao. As for the once-overbearing scarred man, after barely scraping himself off the wall, he lay there coughing up blood, and the look in everyone's eyes as they regarded him was one and the same: gloating satisfaction.
You lorded it over the dungeon for so long—you had this coming, Scarface. Heaven really does have eyes!
"You... you're Nascent Soul too?" After coughing up a horrifying pool of fresh blood, the scarred man finally recovered a little and raised his head to stare at Wei Zhao in disbelief.
He was plainly just a crude brute—how could he be such an expert? Since when had Nascent Soul experts become so cheap?
"Hmph!" Wei Zhao gave a cold, noncommittal snort, looking down at him with disdain, neither confirming nor denying it.
To everyone else, the scarred man's question was utter nonsense. A mid-Nascent Soul expert like him had nearly been crippled in a single exchange—if this ruthless fellow wasn't a Nascent Soul expert, was he supposed to be a Golden Core expert?
It was plain as day: this newcomer was not only a Nascent Soul expert but one at least above the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Dealing with a mere Scarface would be child's play for him.
"You... you..." The scarred man had meant to toss off a few harsh words to save face, but a single casual glance from Wei Zhao made him shrink his neck right back. The little momentum he had scraped together scattered into nothing, and that torn expression—scared to death inside yet still trying to puff himself up—was truly enough to make anyone laugh.
"You what?" A faint, ambiguous curl hung at the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth.
"I yield, I won't provoke you—but don't you get any grand ideas either. If you think you can push me around from now on, you're badly mistaken!" The scarred man staggered to his feet and put on a show of toughness. "Just now I was caught off guard, that's all. I'm a mid-Nascent Soul expert, after all—if we really went at it tooth and nail, it'd only leave us both broken. So I'll take a step back: I won't provoke you, and you don't provoke me. Our waters stay separate from yours!"
"Are you an idiot?" Wei Zhao shot him a look as though at a halfwit, then casually flicked out a true qi bomb.
He had been secretly gathering it all this while. From the moment the man provoked him of his own accord, Wei Zhao had never intended to let this thing off lightly. Since he had delivered himself up to be made an example of, he would have to be crippled if not killed outright.
Boom! Another thunderous crash, and the scarred man let out a miserable shriek as he was once more embedded in the wall, where he hung motionless for a long while.
The crowd exchanged glances, thinking Scarface had been killed on the spot—but a moment later, the scarred man suddenly gave a wail and, trembling all over, dug himself out of the wall once again.
His head was drenched in blood, his skull blown into a veritable gourd of gore. Looking at the sorry state he was in now, even the people he had bullied could not help feeling a twinge of pity. (To be continued...) R527