Chapter 4806 — Breakthrough! Peak of the Mid Nascent Soul Stage!
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That was right—Wei Zhao had taken him for a peerless sparring partner, rare to encounter; more precisely, he was using him to farm levels like a monster. For these two days Wei Zhao had harbored a powerful premonition: his breakthrough was imminent.
From that day on, the dueling grounds were thronged every single day, and the Cold-Faced Blade God against the Western Isle's consort became a standing attraction. In no time at all, Wei Zhao's name as the Deathless Cockroach spread far and wide; everyone here knew that the Western Isle had a consort who could not be killed, one who left even the Cold-Faced Blade God helpless.
Seven days running, Wei Zhao fought and lost every time. Yet he grew ever fiercer with each battle, his strength rising almost daily at a rate visible to the naked eye. Leng Rufeng, by contrast, found each bout more laborious; in the first days he could still crush Wei Zhao one-sidedly, but by the seventh day, after hammering Wei Zhao to the ground once more, even he was beginning to breathe hard.
The outcome, of course, still favored Leng Rufeng—only he had again failed to kill Wei Zhao, and could only listen in speechless resignation to those four words once more: "We continue tomorrow."
What he had assumed would be a trifling matter within easy reach had somehow become a seven-day war of attrition. The double exhaustion, of body and spirit, made Leng Rufeng feel it was nothing short of a nightmare. Wei Zhao was of course no formidable foe to him—yet in a certain sense, Wei Zhao had indeed proved somewhat thorny.
Especially on the eighth day, when he saw Wei Zhao appear before him once more, Leng Rufeng was struck dumb where he stood. He felt he ought to retract his earlier assessment: the brat was not merely somewhat thorny—he was exceedingly thorny. This was a formidable enemy through and through.
For Leng Rufeng suddenly realized that Wei Zhao, who had been merely mid-stage Nascent Soul yesterday, had today abruptly become peak mid-stage Nascent Soul. The brat had not only recovered his condition—he had actually advanced a level overnight!
Even for a top-tier genius with heaven-granted talent, once one reached a level such as the Nascent Soul stage, any breakthrough was exceedingly difficult; many would enter seclusion for decades on end solely for a single breakthrough!
Yet this time Wei Zhao opened the eyes of Leng Rufeng and all the rest: beaten to a dog's death one day, breaking through and rising a level the next—barely a single night in all. Ordinary folk could scarcely imagine it.
Leng Rufeng, ever cold of speech, today gossiped for the first time in his life: "What medicine did you take?"
"Medicine?" Wei Zhao shrugged and curled his lip. "Fighting you every day is exhausting enough already—where would I find the leisure for medicine? And even if I took it, I'd have no time to digest it. I'd be afraid of indigestion."
Leng Rufeng was left speechless. After seven straight days of dueling Wei Zhao, his own condition had been worn down to less than fifty percent—and that was with recovery pills taken along the way. Without them, his state would have been even more wretched.
Wei Zhao, by contrast, had maintained peak condition throughout, growing stronger day by day, and now had ascended another level to peak mid-stage Nascent Soul. With one side waxing and the other waning, even though Leng Rufeng still held an absolute advantage in strength, he was plainly beginning to find himself outmatched—at least he no longer faced Wei Zhao's Five Elements Killing Qi with the calm composure of the first few days. (To be continued.)