Chapter 4473 — Blown Away
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At the presiding referee's command, a long stick of incense was lit at the edge of the arena as customary, and the showdown between Wei Zhao and Hai Wuliang—the duel both sides had long awaited—officially began.
Strike first to seize the advantage! Wei Zhao was the first to unleash his power, executing the Butterfly Microstep beneath his feet. His form was like a phantom, tracing a profoundly mysterious arc as he shot swiftly toward Hai Wuliang.
"Heh heh, such big talk—and here I thought you might actually be strong. In the end you're nothing but a little minnow of the mid Gold Core stage. Even if you hop about, how far can you hop? What a disappointment." Hai Wuliang cackled at the sight. Facing the swiftly closing Wei Zhao, he neither dodged nor retreated; a sinister black qi abruptly surged from his body, and he raised his hand and threw a punch.
Since the other man had made it plain he wanted a head-on clash, Wei Zhao naturally would not let the opportunity slip. With his strength, facing a Gold Core perfection expert in a straight exchange, the difficulty of coming off worse was considerable indeed—after all, Wei Zhao was never the kind of arrogant fool who underestimated his opponents.
A thick layer of fiery shadow abruptly enveloped his swift, wind-like leg. Without a moment's pause, Wei Zhao immediately swept out a Frenzied Blaze Thousand Legs. That kick was something an ordinary Gold Core perfection expert simply could not withstand, and it would be more than enough to test Hai Wuliang's true measure.
Bang! On one side Wei Zhao's Frenzied Blaze Thousand Legs, on the other Hai Wuliang's eerie black fist—accompanied by a muffled crash like iron bones colliding, a violent, surging wave of qi instantly erupted across the arena. The crowd below all changed color at once: these two were strong, all right!
Amid the qi wave, a figure on stage was flung violently backward, finally managing to land barely at the very edge of the arena. Had he not been quick-eyed and quick-handed enough to drive a fist into the arena floor to add resistance, he would likely have been thrown clean off the platform. In other words, this duel had nearly been decided in a single exchange.
"Brother Ling!" Qi Wenmo's eyes flew wide. At the same moment, everyone in the Qingtian Escort Agency turned ashen in unison, for the figure sent flying was none other than Wei Zhao!
Because of all the miraculous deeds that had come before, the Qingtian Escort Agency, from top to bottom, held a confidence in Wei Zhao that could only be called peerless—so much so that it had reached the point of blind worship.
After all, this was a figure who had crippled even old Kong, an expert at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage. Even a man like Qi Wenmo, who bore the title of "Little Unrivaled of the Gold Core," considered himself inferior. So now, facing a mere Gold Core perfection expert, how could he possibly lose?
And yet this very same invincible figure had just been sent flying in a single exchange by that eerie, sinister Hai Wuliang!
Qi Wenmo did not believe it. Qi Mingyuan did not believe it. Steward Song did not believe it. No one in the Qingtian Escort Agency, high or low, believed it—but the facts lay plainly before their eyes, and believe it they must. Wei Zhao really did seem to be no match for Hai Wuliang.
Qi Wenmo stamped his feet in frantic anxiety. The points could go hang—but nothing could be allowed to happen to Wei Zhao!
Just as had been said before, if it truly came to the worst, he could seize the moment to leap straight off the arena and concede—at least that would guarantee his life. Unfortunately, such a course was destined to be utterly at odds with Wei Zhao's character.
On the arena at that moment, Wei Zhao steadied himself and rose to his feet. Apart from a numbness in his leg, he had suffered no serious injury—he merely looked a little bedraggled.