Chapter 5162 — How Could This Be?
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In terms of realm and strength alike, Bing Wushuang, a late-stage Golden Core expert, should by all rights have held overwhelming advantage. Wei Zhao was not on the Cloud Stair Island now; he could not cross major realms to fight above his level. Yet in this moment the momentum of the field was entirely Wei Zhao's.
His trademark Ruthless Ice Force had failed from the very start. Then, though he had trapped his opponent in an ice cell, his ice claws had pierced the man's chest and left not a single wound. Faced with such an uncanny adversary, even Bing Wushuang could not help feeling a trace of helplessness.
"How can this be? Just who in the world are you?" Bing Wushuang no longer dared act rashly. His mind drifted back to the time Lin Dongfang had flattened him in a single exchange, and an ominous foreboding took root in his heart, impossible to shake.
"Save that question and dig up the answer yourself, slowly, some other time. All right, old man—time for you to do what you came for." Wei Zhao clapped his hands.
"You brat, you certainly know how to order people around." Lin Dongfang pursed his lips in annoyance, but grumble as he might, his feet did not hesitate for an instant; he walked straight toward Bing Wushuang.
For all that Wei Zhao now appeared to hold an unassailable position, when it came down to it he was only at consummate Foundation Establishment—at most he could stall Bing Wushuang. As for defeating him, that was all but impossible at present.
Seeing the two of them treat him as though he did not exist, Bing Wushuang's fury ignited. He had indeed been rattled by Wei Zhao's uncanny tricks, but to think that alone would make him retreat was utterly impossible—if it did, he would not be Bing Wushuang.
"You two deserve death!" Bing Wushuang struck at once with everything he had, holding nothing back. The range of the Ruthless Ice Force was compressed into a tiny area, but its intensity multiplied several times over in an instant—even the ground around them showed faint signs of sinking beneath the weight of it. Its might was plain to see.
Yet Lin Dongfang simply strolled in, as lightly as if out for a walk—no trace of being suppressed by the Ruthless Ice Force, just as Wei Zhao had shown. He walked until he stood two paces from Bing Wushuang, then raised his hand and threw an utterly plain, unremarkable punch.
The punch looked ordinary, nothing special about it at all—in fact, it moved with extreme slowness, seeming at first glance to carry no force whatever. Even a common street thug would have looked fiercer and more powerful. And yet it was this utterly ordinary punch that turned Bing Wushuang's face deathly pale.
During their last exchange he had not clearly seen Lin Dongfang's fist; he had only felt its overwhelming might at the moment of impact. This time he had finally seen how the man threw his punch—but that was all he managed.
Facing that utterly ordinary punch, Bing Wushuang could not muster the slightest countermove. It was not that he did not want to; he simply could not move. His entire being was pinned in place by the fist's force, heavy as a mountain. The more clearly he saw it, the more irresistible that pressure became. Compared to this, his own Ruthless Ice Force was like a candle beside the sun.
His mind went blank. Though Bing Wushuang was now a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, he felt far more powerless than the last time—back then, he had not thought much of it; the higher his cultivation rose, the more keenly he now grasped the terror of it. Only a bitter smile remained in his heart. To think that with his paltry strength he had come to wipe out his former shame—truly, ignorance made men fearless. (To be continued.)