Chapter 4479 — Let Me Try
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Amid Wu Baoliang's malicious cackling, Wei Zhao was once again caught in the sand vortex. By the previous round's pattern, the greatest crisis was now upon him—and this time Wu Baoliang had no intention of holding back whatsoever.
"Go to hell—detonate!" Wu Baoliang barked out a cold cry, and the sand vortex swirling around Wei Zhao abruptly froze in place, as though time itself had stopped; then every grain of yellow sand began to tremble violently, bursting one after another in a frantic race.
Wei Zhao had felt it firsthand—each exploding grain of fine yellow sand carried a force comparable to high-powered explosives of the mortal world. And the grains bursting now numbered not merely thousands upon thousands, but far beyond.
Judged on that alone, the name "Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist" was already a model of humility and understatement.
A relentless cascade of thunderous booms once again jolted the nerves of everyone present. They craned their necks, waiting for Wei Zhao to be blasted out of the ring once more, and those with a shred of compassion had already begun silently mourning him.
Yet the expected sight of Wei Zhao did not appear for a long, long while. The crowd fell to murmuring—judging by the display, this round was even worse than the last; he must have been blasted to nothing, not even bones left behind.
But just then, upon the ring shrouded in black qi and frenzied sand, a colossal blaze of firelight suddenly shot skyward, dazzling the whole arena in an instant and leaving the crowd momentarily blinded and dazed.
What was going on? The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, while Wu Baoliang's expression abruptly changed—something was wrong!
"Damn it, he's not dead?" Wu Baoliang finally grasped what was happening, his face turning exceedingly ugly. Without hesitation he once more commanded the black qi to whip up a sky full of yellow sand; the Wild Sand Thousand Explosions Fist surged forth again, hurtling straight at the heart of that towering blaze.
Thunderous booms rang on without cease, the ground shook and the mountains trembled, and the whole of the Moleng Plaza seemed cloaked in catastrophe. For a time, everyone's expression changed, seized by panic.
No one knew what was actually happening on the ring, but a handful of keen-eyed observers—Qi Mingyuan, Hai Wuliang, Zhao Shanying—could already guess from that towering blaze holding its own against Wu Baoliang's sky-high black qi that Wei Zhao had not been defeated as easily as last time, and was about to launch a counterattack.
Sure enough, the black qi and frenzied sand Wu Baoliang raised this time were no longer irresistible; they were forcibly halted by that towering blaze, unable to advance a single inch.
And that was not all—the towering blaze was still swelling at a furious pace. In but a brief moment, it already occupied half the ring opposite Wu Baoliang's black qi and frenzied sand, the two sides evenly matched!
This time Wu Baoliang was finally stricken with alarm. Within that massive blaze across from him, he caught the faint, flickering silhouette of Wei Zhao, radiant and dazzling as a fire god descended to the world, filling all who beheld it with involuntary awe.
Wu Baoliang saw it—and so did the whole crowd below. Gasps of shock burst forth, an uproar swept through the stands, and hearts quailed in astonishment!
What on earth was going on? (2nd update) (To be continued) R655