Chapter 4610 — Can't Make Sense of It
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Yet one breath passed, then two, then three... one by one, the people who had thrown themselves flat on the ground raised their heads in puzzlement. How was there not the faintest stir?
Every eye was on Ma Dangfeng. This top-ranked new champion of the Nascent Soul stage—was he playing them all for fools?
And yet, looking at Ma Dangfeng now, not a trace remained of his earlier arrogance and confidence; instead he was drenched in cold sweat, terrified by this bizarre turn. How could there be no reaction at all...
"Blow! Blow! Blow!" Ma Dangfeng was on the verge of madness. All at once he began screaming hysterically, nearly frightening those present into nervous collapse—and the result was just as before: not the slightest stir.
Now look at Wei Zhao: the man sat there perfectly at ease, and at some point had even brewed a pot of spirit tea. He lounged there drinking it with a look of contentment, watching Ma Dangfeng all the while, his expression one of pure mockery, as though watching a monkey perform.
Behind him, Lu Bianren, Miserable Senior Brother, and the others exchanged glances, and the hearts that had been hanging in midair promptly settled. They might not know exactly what had happened, but at least they knew everything was firmly in Wei Zhao's grasp.
Ma Dangfeng was truly beside himself with rage now, his face drawn tight and purpling like a pig's liver, and yet there was still no reaction whatsoever. The Earth Dragon Emergence, which had never once failed him before, had this time, for some unknown reason, sunk like a stone into the sea without the slightest response—let alone controlling it at will, he could not even sense it anymore.
"Heh. Seems that Earth Dragon of yours isn't much good. Why not take a look at what my dragon can do?" Wei Zhao took a leisurely sip of his spirit tea, a sharp contrast to the hysterical Ma Dangfeng.
"You son of a—" Ma Dangfeng flew into a shameful rage and began to curse, but before the words were even out of his mouth, he suddenly felt an extremely sharp and terrifying killing intent surge up from beneath his feet, faintly accompanied by a soft dragon's cry. The next instant, before the entire crowd, Ma Dangfeng let out a miserable howl, his knees buckled, and he dropped straight down to his knees before Wei Zhao!
The crowd erupted in an uproar, every face disbelieving. What in the world was going on? Ma Dangfeng had clearly been the one baring his fangs and claws, and Wei Zhao had clearly just been sitting there drinking tea at his leisure—so how had Ma Dangfeng somehow ended up kneeling to him? And he even looked to be in agony?
"Come now, the fight hasn't even started. How are you already kowtowing and conceding? Wonders never cease—I really am at a loss!" Wei Zhao went on drinking his spirit tea in comfort, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
"Impossible! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! Aaah—!" Ma Dangfeng howled himself hoarse, cold sweat pouring down his twisted face as he stared at Wei Zhao. He could not bring himself to believe he had actually lost—and lost in a way he could not begin to comprehend!
Both hands clutched desperately at knees that had gone nearly numb with pain, and from between his fingers brilliant red blood gushed out uncontrollably, staining a great stretch of the floor red in mere moments. Together with Ma Dangfeng's hysterical howls of pain, the whole scene fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone stared, dumbstruck. Ma Dangfeng, this top-ranked new champion of the Nascent Soul stage, had always held himself high above all others, strutting about with his nose in the air no matter the occasion—and yet this wretched spectacle before them now drew from the crowd an involuntary twinge of sympathy.
To a man who thought so highly of himself as Ma Dangfeng, any trace of so-called sympathy was the deepest humiliation of all!