Chapter 4508 — The Challenge Renewed
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Everyone who had seen yesterday's battle knew that Wei Zhao had been pressed and hammered from start to finish. Even when he finally unleashed a top-tier killing art like the Blazing Fire Thousand Explosions Fist, it had been to no avail. Cheng Haonan held absolute supremacy over him in strength; he was no match at all.
Only a single day had passed since then. Not one sane person present—Qi Wenmo and the rest included—would believe Wei Zhao could pull off a comeback. Against a Cheng Haonan bearing down in full fury, Wei Zhao was certain to lose.
But if he lost again today, the outcome would be nothing like yesterday's arena duel. Yesterday, one need only fall from the platform to keep one's life. Today, however, this was a fight to the death, with no quarter given.
Seeing Qi Wenmo stir, eager to jump out, Wei Zhao quickly reached out an arm to bar his way and said in a low voice, "This is my affair. You need only watch closely."
Qi Wenmo opened his mouth to say something, but Wei Zhao gave him no chance; with a look, he walked out of the crowd on his own and went to meet Cheng Haonan head-on.
Wei Zhao knew perfectly well that he had to see this day through himself. Qi Wenmo and the others could not help him at all; on the contrary, if they drew the Old Sect of the Western Mountains' wrath because of him, that would be truly disastrous.
"Heh heh, so you do have some backbone after all—you actually dare step forward on your own?" Cheng Haonan's brows lifted at the sight, and clenching his fists he sneered with a savage grin. "I'd rather like to know—are you genuinely unafraid of death, boy, or is there something wrong with your head? Do you really think you can beat me?"
"Whether I can win—how would I know until we fight?" Wei Zhao countered with a faint smile, still utterly composed.
Even with the Old Sect of the Western Mountains standing not far away, he showed not the slightest sign of intimidation. Such bearing set the whole assembly clicking their tongues in astonishment, and each of them thought to himself, what a pity—with bearing like that, given time this youth would surely accomplish great things. Alas, he had offended the Old Sect of the Western Mountains, and today his talent was fated to be cut short.
"Oh ho, such big talk! Lucky my memory isn't too bad, or I'd have thought you were the one who beat me yesterday." Cheng Haonan mocked him wantonly, and with that a layer of black qi abruptly surged from his body. His whole aura turned sharp and domineering in an instant—he had plainly activated his full-body blackened state.
Clearly, Cheng Haonan had no intention of giving Wei Zhao any chance to resist or stall today. This was, after all, his first battle since coming under the Old Sect of the Western Mountains, and if he could not dispose of Wei Zhao cleanly and decisively, he would inevitably lose standing in his master's eyes. So today he had to go all out.
"Transcendent body art..." Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched slightly. Were the Old Sect of the Western Mountains not glaring at him from the sidelines, he would truly have relished a proper exchange of blows with Cheng Haonan.
After all, both the top-tier body art he had newly devised and the transcendent body art still lacked tempering, and here was a perfect opportunity. Perhaps after a single battle his mastery in that regard would leap forward, advancing straight from the rudiments to true proficiency. But for now—staying alive came first.
Wei Zhao shook his head with some regret, yet in the eyes of Cheng Haonan and everyone else, that gesture became open provocation. Whoever saw an opponent shake his head at him would surely take it the same way.