Chapter 5183 — Who Is Superior
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As for Qiu Lingshan and the others, they were even less worried. Even if their level made it hard for them to discern the finer details, they had absolute confidence in Wei Zhao. What did a thousand blades flying in unison amount to?
Time slipped by, bit by bit. Wei Zhao remained trapped within the siege of nine hundred ninety-nine flying needles, the scene as tense and deadlocked as before. This war of attrition unfolded exactly as the crowd had expected — but what surprised them was that Wei Zhao had held out until now without suffering the slightest injury. More outrageous still, he actually looked to be handling it with ease, showing not the least sign of having reached his limit.
This kid can really take a beating! Xue Jianming frowned as he watched. Compared with Ling Tianyou, that potential formidable rival, he was now more inclined to see Wei Zhao disgraced — after all, the enmity between him and Wei Zhao was written in blood. He spoke up at once: "Uncle-Master Xin, it's been nearly two sticks of incense. Are we to let them keep burning each other out like this? It's completely pointless. There ought to be a time limit, surely?"
"There is no time limit. Every match in the Trial Grand Tournament has only two possible outcomes: a decisive victory, or a concession. There is no third possibility," Xin Yi'an said with a curl of his lip.
"You speak of ordinary matches, but this is a cross-rank challenge — surely it can't drag on forever. Are we to make everyone stand here waiting the whole time? Two sticks of incense have passed, and anyone can see who is superior and who is inferior. Uncle-Master Xin, you wouldn't happen to be letting private bias make you favor your own Cangwu Sect of the North Island, would you?" Xue Jianming said in that veiled, insinuating tone.
"Oh? Who is superior and who is inferior? This old man hasn't seen it. Why don't you enlighten us all, Xue Jianming?" Xin Yi'an snorted coldly.
"Why, obviously it's—" Xue Jianming was about to declare that Wei Zhao's defeat was already plain to see when, over there, Wei Zhao's figure suddenly flickered and he appeared right in front of Ling Tianyou.
Xue Jianming was instantly choked speechless. The rest of the crowd erupted in an uproar as well. Wei Zhao had been trapped for so long that everyone assumed he was at his wit's end — who would have thought he could come out just like that, as easily as if he were playing? Had he been toying with Ling Tianyou this entire time?
The crowd stared, dumbstruck. Ling Tianyou, the man at the center of it all, was drenched in a cold sweat. The speed Wei Zhao had displayed earlier had been frightening enough, but the speed of that instant was several times greater still — such astonishing speed was simply beyond imagining.
Yet what shocked Ling Tianyou even more was something else. His nine hundred ninety-nine flying needles had clearly enclosed Wei Zhao tight and whole, without a single gap or flaw from beginning to end — so how had he burst out without a scratch?!
Before Ling Tianyou could react any further, Wei Zhao had lost all interest in continuing to play with him. A single unstoppable Wildfire Thousand Legs came straight at his face — after all, he had probed about as much as there was to probe. This Ling Tianyou might have boundless potential, but for the time being he was still far from becoming a force to be reckoned with. There would be time enough in the days to come.
Wei Zhao's Wildfire Thousand Legs came with tremendous speed, and since he himself had appeared so abruptly, it was all the harder to guard against. Even a Golden Core expert like Xin Yi'an could not have dodged it completely.
Yet Ling Tianyou, with a timely donkey-roll, actually managed to narrowly evade the onrushing Wildfire Thousand Legs. Clumsy as it looked, it was still enough to make Wei Zhao regard him with new respect — and the onlookers beside them gasped in admiration as well.