Chapter 4801 — Then Let Us Duel!
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The two mounted the largest platform at the center, and word of Leng Rufeng's challenge spread like wildfire. The grounds quickly filled with a great crowd of onlookers, every one of them asking who this Wei Zhao might be. When they learned the man was the Western Isle's consort, the mood grew all the more fervent.
The Cold-Faced Blade God against the Western Isle's consort—here was a natural, towering spectacle. It was only that the place charged no admission; otherwise it would have been a fortune worthy of the heavens.
"Wei Zhao, be careful!" Ning Xuefei called from below the platform. She had no notion how strong this Leng Rufeng truly was; she knew only that Wei Zhao was strong, and if it came to confidence, she had more of it than Wei Zhao himself.
Wei Zhao smiled and gave her a reassuring look. But the moment he turned back to face Leng Rufeng, his expression turned grave and heavy. The man had done nothing at all, yet already the pressure on him was crushing—this foe was truly no small matter!
As the two faced off, someone at the edge of the grounds had already lit a stick of incense for them of their own accord. Decision within a single stick's burning—such was the established custom.
"Then let us begin." With that, Leng Rufeng walked toward Wei Zhao. He released no aura, showed no sign of any martial technique, not even the faintest ripple of true qi—he simply strode over, bold as could be.
Was this contempt? Wei Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly. Seeing the man already within three paces, he did not hesitate but raised his hand and loosed a Mad Fire Eight-Trigram Palm. It was not his strongest art, but it was the one he wielded most smoothly, and it was enough to threaten a fine hand at the Profound Ascension stage—just the thing to sound out his opponent's depths.
Against the Mad Fire Eight-Trigram Palm, wrapped in surging fire, Leng Rufeng still showed not the slightest ripple of true qi. He merely raised his hand into a blade shape and gave a light sweep—and the Mad Fire Eight-Trigram Palm was split apart and scattered into empty air.
Wei Zhao's heart lurched with fright, while the crowd below erupted. Ren Zhongyuan clapped Yi Xiaotian on the shoulder, his face alight with excitement. "That Leng fellow is fierce as ever! This brat doesn't stand a chance against him—the only question is whether he gets beaten to death today or just half to death. Heh heh!"
Dead or not, Ren Zhongyuan would have his revenge vented. It takes a villain to grind down a villain; Leng Rufeng and Wei Zhao were both thorns in his eye, and one Beauty Pill had set the two dogs to tearing at each other—above all, he might even snatch the Thunder Mystic Vine in the bargain. This deal was a windfall beyond measure!
"Is this all the strength you have? Then save yourself the trouble and yield now. Otherwise I fear I won't be able to hold back, and you'll die." Leng Rufeng frowned at Wei Zhao as he spoke. It was for Yang Qianshuang's sake, true, but if the matter could be settled without killing, that was the ideal outcome; he was no fool who knew only slaughter.
In truth, when he had first seen Yang Qianshuang wounded, he had held some expectation of Wei Zhao's strength. Even if her cultivation had now been struck down to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, she was still an invincible existence within that stage—and this brat, at mid Nascent Soul, had been able to wound her. He should not be simple.
But now it seemed Leng Rufeng had thought too much of him. Yang Qianshuang's spirit was wounded and her state unstable; it was no wonder whoever had hurt her. The brat had merely been lucky before.