Chapter 4481 — Turning Defeat into Victory
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The final and most devastating strike of the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist—the Thousandfold Blast—hinged on the controlled collision of over a thousand grains of sand conjured from demonic qi, and it was this collision that produced its terrifying power. The angle, the position, the speed, and the force all had to be grasped to perfection; the slightest miscalculation in any one of them would bring the whole endeavor to ruin.
The difficulty of such a feat hardly needed stating. Wu Baoliang considered his own cultivation talent to be exceedingly high, and yet even he had only barely grasped the knack after decades of devoted, bitter training—only then had he managed to successfully cultivate a move as astounding as the Raging Sand Thousand-Blask Fist.
For anyone else—even the most heaven-blessed prodigy—to think of mastering the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist overnight was nothing but a fool's dream, utterly impossible.
And yet, in the very next instant, that soft cry from Wei Zhao within the giant firelight opposite him overturned Wu Baoliang's entire worldview. The thing had even imitated this step...
"Blast!" The moment Wei Zhao's voice fell, layer upon layer of thunderous explosions erupted from within the giant firelight, so astonishing in their power that they rivaled—even surpassed—those of Wu Baoliang, the original master of the technique.
In that instant, the black qi and howling sand on one side and the giant firelight on the other burst forth at the same time. The aftershocks and shockwaves of their collision swept across the entire Demon-Cold Plaza in an instant, flinging a great many spectators who could not keep their footing clean off the ground and plunging the scene into utter chaos.
At the same moment, with a resounding crack, the arena platform—carefully reinforced by multiple protective formations—simply collapsed, reduced in a trice to a field of rubble.
An uproar swept the crowd—not because the platform had caved in, but because the duel had at last been decided. Wu Baoliang's black qi and howling sand could no longer withstand the towering firelight opposite, which only grew more formidable by the moment. In the space of a few short breaths his forces crumbled like a collapsing mountain and were swallowed up into nothingness.
"Impossible! No—" Wu Baoliang could not even get out a full sentence before the violent impact of the towering firelight blasted him clean off the stage, sending him tumbling several dozen zhang away, his whole body scorched black—a more wretched, bedraggled sight than words could describe.
A moment later, the dazzling, heaven-piercing firelight gradually dispersed, and within the ruins of the arena platform Wei Zhao's figure slowly emerged, wreathed in the lingering radiance like a fire god descended to the mortal realm.
Perhaps because he had just unleashed the Fury-Fire Thousand-Blast Fist, Wei Zhao's bearing was now utterly unlike his usual calm detachment—it had turned fiercely domineering. When his gaze swept slowly across the crowd, even someone like Hai Wuliang dared not meet his eyes. His presence was overwhelming beyond all measure.
"I declare the Skypillar Escort Agency the victor, and they may proceed to challenge the next opponent!" Amid the silence that had fallen over the whole assembly, the presiding judge was the first to recover and announce the result.
Only then did the crowd shake off their shock one after another, and the expressions on their faces were a sight to behold. Cheng Haonan, Long Kuiba, and Hai Wuliang in particular—those who had been so sure Wu Baoliang would make short work of Wei Zhao—now wore the ugliest faces of all, unable to produce a single word for a long while.