Chapter 4896 — The Difference Between Xuan Sheng and Yuan Ying
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But he had not expected the other to dodge so easily. That sword aura just now had been loosed offhand, true, but it had after all fused three spiritual root attributes; in both speed and power it was no small thing. An ordinary expert of the same rank could never have evaded it.
"You flatter me." Wei Zhao smiled faintly, as though nothing were the matter, showing not the slightest inclination to fly into a rage and strike back. Instead he simply watched Chang Laiting at his leisure.
"Hmph, a piece of trash from the Northern Isle whose only trick is being a little faster on his feet than ordinary folk, and he actually puts on airs? Absolutely laughable. Today I'll open your eyes for you—show you what speed of movement really means!" Chang Laiting was seized with fury at the sight, and shot a cold glare at Ni Caiyue beside him. "Don't even think about slipping away while you can. You know my speed. You'll regret it past all remedy—so stay put!"
"Ah! I... I..." Ni Caiyue waved her hands in frantic denial, then actually sat right down on the spot, the very picture of one who would absolutely, positively never dare wander off. It was enough to make a person laugh and cry at once.
"Knowing your place is a good thing. If you don't, this Northern Isle trash here is what you'll come to!" With that, Chang Laiting's figure abruptly swayed and became a blur of afterimage, shooting straight for Wei Zhao.
"This fellow's not just for show after all—he really is fast!" Lu Xiaozhong curled his lip at the sight. He might have no patience for any so-called Yuan Ying Fourth Young Master, but the speed Chang Laiting displayed at this moment was indeed far above his own—that much had to be admitted.
In the blink of an eye, Chang Laiting had already covered a distance of several dozen zhang and arrived before Wei Zhao. He raised the black sword high in one hand and brought it down on his head. Never mind the power of it—that opening stance alone was brimming with domineering force.
"Now let's see you run!" Chang Laiting sneered without end. Wei Zhao stood rooted to the spot, not moving in the slightest; in his eyes this was simply too slow a reaction—the man couldn't run now even if he wanted to.
Before the words had died away, the black sword had already come down to the crown of Wei Zhao's head, still swirling with the three hues of green, yellow, and red. Only this time it was different from before: this was no sword aura loosed through the air, but the solid black sword itself.
A moment ago, with several dozen zhang between them, there had still been a chance to dodge the airborne sword aura. But now the black sword was right above his head—there was no evading it. At least in Chang Laiting's eyes, a mere piece of Northern Isle trash certainly could not escape.
Wei Zhao's heart stirred slightly. Green stood for the wood element, yellow for metal, red for fire—this fellow had the three spiritual root attributes of wood, metal, and fire. For three kinds of attribute true qi to appear within a single move at the same time was, in times past, well-nigh impossible.
Before the Xuan Sheng stage, even a peerless expert at Yuan Ying great perfection could, in the vast majority of cases, cultivate only single-attribute martial techniques. Wood was wood, metal was metal, fire was fire; there was no fusing the true qi of three attributes into one.
For the various attribute spiritual roots mutually repelled one another, and the true qi of the various attributes naturally suffered the same problem. The moment one forced them together, one would not even need an enemy to act—one would likely lose control of one's own true qi and suffer the backlash first.
Wei Zhao's Five Elements Killing Qi was a rare exception. That came from the techniques of the Five-Poison Flood Dragon, and moreover the true qi of the five attributes generated and overcame one another in an endless cycle, which naturally did away with the problem of true qi repulsion.