Chapter 4478 — Spare Your Life
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Qi Wenmo's face stiffened, the veins on his forehead bulging, and he was on the verge of stepping into the ring to fight when a glance from Wei Zhao stopped him short, and he forced himself to hold back.
After spending this time together, he had come to understand Wei Zhao's character somewhat. For all that he was easy to get along with day to day, he was in truth a man of strong convictions; once he set his mind on something, ten oxen could not drag him back.
"Qingtian Escort Agency—I will be the one to answer the challenge. But by the rules, I should be entitled to a stick of incense's rest, should I not?" Wei Zhao said evenly.
"Granted." The presiding judge glanced at Wei Zhao. Someone had already lit a stick of incense at the edge of the ring to keep time, and scarcely half of it had burned; Wei Zhao could still rest for at least half a stick more.
"Hmph. Fine, then. I'll let you live half a stick of incense longer," Wu Baoliang sneered with an ugly cackle.
He knew better than anyone just how horrific the power of the Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist was, and so he was not the least bit worried about whether Wei Zhao could recover during the rest—it was simply impossible.
In fact, if he had not deliberately held back at the final moment, Wei Zhao would already be a corpse. How could he possibly still be alive now?
"Brother Ling, then I leave it to you. But I say it again—do not force yourself. Points can be lost, but nothing must happen to you," Qi Wenmo had no choice but to urge him.
"Rest easy. I know my limits," Wei Zhao nodded, then closed his eyes once more. To outsiders it looked like nothing more than a last-minute sharpening of the blade before battle in the remaining half stick of incense; little did they know that after the earlier half stick's worth of true qi treatment, Wei Zhao had already recovered to his full strength.
The reason he kept sitting in meditation on the ground was, apart from blinding Wu Baoliang and the others present, that Wei Zhao had another, more important matter to attend to: he was ceaselessly reconstructing in his mind Wu Baoliang's Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist from a moment ago.
Wu Baoliang was nothing but a demonic cultivator, and Wei Zhao had never truly taken the man seriously before. But after the fight just now, he had to admit one thing—this demonic cultivator was strong. His Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist in particular was no small matter in the sheer magnitude of its power.
This much could be seen plainly from the fact that Wei Zhao's thirty-strike Furious Fire Eight Trigrams Palm had failed to fully penetrate his opponent. The man's cultivation was merely at the peak of the Golden Core stage, yet the force he unleashed was on par with the mid Nascent Soul stage—an outrageous, heaven-defying extent that was in no way inferior even to the Furious Fire Eight Trigrams Palm that Wei Zhao relied upon most.
And more critically, Wu Baoliang's Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist was not merely astonishing in power; it was also highly practical.
Unlike other killing moves that required the right timing and conditions, the Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist left opponents essentially helpless once it was unleashed. Whether used one-on-one or against many, it was a rare and superlative choice.
In short, it was a killing move seldom seen in this world—and so Wei Zhao resolved to make it his own.
To suffer at the hands of an opponent's killing move and then want to learn it on the spot—in the eyes of others this was sheer fantasy, with not the slightest bit of feasibility.
Setting aside whether one even possessed the innate attributes required to cultivate another's killing move, even if the conditions were all right, how easy was it to actually master?