Chapter 5079 — Are You Begging for Mercy?
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Even if Yu Zhengliang could not grasp the full meaning, he could tell it was certainly no compliment. His haughty face turned purple with rage, baleful energy surging around him, and he snarled, "Boy, even if your strength isn't weak, you're only at Foundation Establishment perfection. You think you alone can challenge the Tai Gu Alliance? If you have any sense, lower your head and admit your fault, and we'll call it a day. I can let these Snow Valley disciples go. But if you keep pressing, then wait for the Tai Gu Alliance to wipe out your whole sect!"
Wei Zhao was taken aback at this, and looked the man up and down. "If I understand correctly, this sounds like you're begging for mercy?"
"..." Yu Zhengliang was speechless. To propose ending things here and guarantee the Snow Valley disciples' release—that was indeed begging for mercy. Wei Zhao's earlier display had been too astonishing; a one-on-one fight to the death with him offered no certainty of victory, and in such circumstances, a voluntary retreat was the wisest choice.
It was just that experts all wanted to save face. He considered this at most a negotiation of terms—how could the lofty senior disciple of the Qiangkun Sect possibly beg mercy of a secular-world native?
"Begging for mercy with such dignified bearing and refined elegance—I do believe this is the first time I've seen the like. A kindly reminder: next time you beg, at least show a little professionalism. That tone of yours makes it easy to mistake for provocation, and provocation gets you beaten." As he spoke, Wei Zhao glanced at Fei Yangnian not far away.
Speaking of professional mercy-beggars, that fellow over there was the true paragon—down on his knees at the drop of a hat, no hemming and hawing about it.
Yu Zhengliang's face went from green to white and back again; only after a long while did it return to normal. He thought to himself that though this fellow's tongue was venomous, he was at least sensible enough not to smash the pot and challenge the entire Tai Gu Alliance. He gave a cold snort: "The green hills remain, the river flows on..."
"Hold it right there!" Wei Zhao cut him off at once, curling his lip. "Spare me the 'we'll meet again' routine. Did I ever say you could leave? Begging for mercy with such insincerity, and you still think I'll indulge you—as if I were your father?"
"You go too far!" Yu Zhengliang was beside himself with fury. Never in the Tai Gu Alliance had he suffered such humiliation. Casting all thought of the power disparity aside, he charged over in a frenzy.
In the blink of an eye, Yu Zhengliang had closed on Wei Zhao, a formidable true qi coiling around each of his palms—two energies utterly different in nature, one sharp as a blade, the other weighty as a mountain; the former for attack, the latter for defense. It was the Qiangkun Sect's signature technique: the Heaven-and-Earth Palm!
"Fine palm technique. Pity the man falls a bit short." Wei Zhao smiled faintly, unhurried, and with a slight turn of his body evaded Yu Zhengliang's ferocious first palm. Anyone else caught by such an easy feint would have exposed an opening, yet Yu Zhengliang could still guard flawlessly with his other palm—he was, after all, a figure who could hold the senior disciple's seat of the Qiangkun Sect, and his strength was real.
With this Heaven-and-Earth Palm alone, Yu Zhengliang's strength ranked among the foremost of Foundation Establishment perfection experts. Even Xue Jianming, hailed as the Tai Gu Alliance's strongest at Foundation Establishment perfection, would find the odds against him roughly even—at best, a slight edge in his favor.
But if even Xue Jianming was not worth watching before Wei Zhao, Yu Zhengliang's fate could hardly be better. Even at the same Foundation Establishment perfection realm, when Wei Zhao's methods were turned against such peers, the scene could only be described in five words: beating up little children.