Chapter 4479 — Let Me Try
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
It was not only the crowd below the ring—even Wu Baoliang, standing opposite, was momentarily taken aback. He had claimed to be holding back, but that Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist had in fact been unleashed at no less than seventy percent of its power, enough to finish off a seasoned cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage, let alone a mere mid-Foundation Establishment one.
Even knowing full well that his opponent was no ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, Wu Baoliang reckoned that this Ling Yi, if not dead, would surely be gravely wounded. He might be able to drag himself onto the ring, but how could he still look so calm and confident? Was the fellow some kind of stage performer, able to keep up the act without a single flaw even at a moment like this?
Wu Baoliang could not help but grow suspicious, wondering whether Wei Zhao was merely putting on an elaborate bluff—though not a flicker of it showed on his face.
"Spare your life? Heh heh heh heh—boy, where does that confidence of yours come from? Whether I spare you or not rests entirely on my whim. Kill you, and I can still challenge the Qingtian Escort Agency and collect my points just the same. Or do you fancy that someone could stop me?" Wu Baoliang sneered with contempt.
"There is. Me," Wei Zhao said with a serious nod.
The words had scarcely landed when the crowd below erupted in laughter, and Wu Baoliang himself doubled over, roaring as though he had just heard the joke of the century, unable to straighten up for a long while.
He had just been beaten black and blue moments ago, and now, in the blink of an eye, he had the nerve to declare with a straight face that he could stop him. The boy's hide was thick beyond belief!
"Amusing! Truly amusing!" Wu Baoliang cackled, flinging a finger at Wei Zhao. "Then stake your life and try to stop me. This time, I will not hold back in the slightest!"
"All right. Let me try," Wei Zhao said with a faint smile.
At the presiding judge's command, the second duel between them began in earnest—and this time, it was Wu Baoliang who struck first.
Billowing black qi once more surged forth. Wu Baoliang had no intention of tangling with Wei Zhao; from the very start he unleashed his ultimate move, and the onrushing black qi and frenzied sand swallowed Wei Zhao whole in an instant. The scene was an exact repeat of the one before.
Qi Wenmo and the others felt their hearts clench. They believed in Wei Zhao and had faith in his strength, but faced with such ferocious power from Wu Baoliang, they could not help but worry.
Amid the black qi and frenzied sand, Wei Zhao's first response was just as before—dodging and weaving without pause, nimbly evading the pursuing torrents of savage sand.
Watching this, Wu Baoliang burst into cackling laughter once more. He had assumed the fellow had devised some clever counter to break his Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist, which was why he had seemed so confident—turns out there was no change at all.
Against his Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist, unless one was a cultivator whose strength far surpassed his and could shatter it head-on through sheer overwhelming force, any clever trick was merely courting death. However exquisite one's movement arts, could one truly evade so many raging torrents of sand? Even if one escaped for a time, could one escape forever?
This was, after all, a fighting ring—there was only so much room to dodge. Beset and cornered by so many savage sand torrents, ending up trapped in the sand vortex was inevitable. Wei Zhao's experience in the previous round was a living cautionary tale. This time would be no exception.
Wei Zhao, however, seemed utterly oblivious, still struggling to dodge. Thanks to his earlier experience, he was noticeably more adept at evading this time, holding out longer amid the black qi and frenzied sand—but alas, it was all in vain in the end.