Chapter 4611 — About to Need an Amputation
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At these words, a great swath of the surrounding crowd suddenly came to their senses. Nine out of ten of them had bet on Ma Dangfeng to win, and now they had lost everything in a single stroke. One after another they took up the cursing, each of them wishing he could drown the useless pretty-boy in a single mouthful of spit.
"What the hell do you know! Bro Qiang is obviously feigning weakness before the enemy—just wait till he unleashes his peerless martial arts, and that has-been new champion Wei Zhao will be begging for death!" Ma Dangfeng's lackey shouted indignantly.
"That's right, that's right! Bro Qiang is invincible—how could some early-stage peak Nascent Soul nobody possibly be a match for him? You blind, witless fools!" The same lackey who had been slapped into the crowd by Wei Zhao earlier joined in the shouting—only to be trampled underfoot once again by the furious mob. Another stampede, just like that.
Hearing the two lackeys' bluster, Wei Zhao glanced blandly at the wretched, bedraggled Ma Dangfeng and shook his head with a sigh. "I could accept it if the leader were a madman, but I never imagined the two hangers-on would be even madder. Truly, birds of a feather flock together! Your leader is already in such a sorry state, and you still have the stomach to stand here deceiving yourselves? Get him to a hospital, and fast! Don't say I didn't warn you—wait a little longer and he'll be needing an amputation. I may not have practiced medicine for many years, but I still know that much."
"Amputation?" The lackey shot Wei Zhao a look and was just about to unleash a torrent of mockery when Ma Dangfeng's furious roar erupted from beside him—a bellow forced out through gritted teeth against piercing agony: "You worthless trash! Get me to the Pill Hall, now! Do you actually want me to die here!"
Wei Zhao's words had been teasing, but every one of them was true. Ma Dangfeng could feel exactly how badly wrecked his knees were now; if he delayed any longer, not even a miracle doctor would be able to save them, and he would be a cripple for life. He did not dare even to imagine such a miserable fate.
At Ma Dangfeng's roar, the lackey was struck dumb. So it wasn't anything like what they had imagined after all? He stood frozen for a moment, then hurriedly rushed forward, hoisted Ma Dangfeng onto his back, and without another word barreled out of the crowd, stumbling all the way toward the Pill Hall.
From first to last, Wei Zhao showed not the slightest intention of stopping them. When he had learned earlier that Ma Dangfeng had once nearly killed Miserable Senior Brother and the others, a flicker of killing intent had indeed stirred in him—with his strength, killing Ma Dangfeng would have been child's play—but on second thought he had tamped that sliver of intent back down.
Whether Ma Dangfeng lived or died hardly mattered. Given Wei Zhao's present strength and standing, even killing him in public would not have drawn any serious pursuit from the Threefold Pavilion—this was a challenge match, after all, and Ma Dangfeng had been the one to initiate it. If his strength fell short, whose fault was that?
Wei Zhao did not care a whit whether that clown Ma Dangfeng lived or died, but he did want to know who was backing him. He had only just returned and did not yet understand much, but even a fool could guess that someone stood behind this man, and that the power behind him was not to be taken lightly. Otherwise, why would another top-ranked Nascent Soul new champion have popped up out of nowhere right after Wei Zhao? Did they really think the Qingyun Pavilion's ancestors had sent up a curl of good smoke and that martial fortune simply rained down on them?