Chapter 11647 — That Aside
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But there was one crucial precondition: the Eight Elites Guard could not falter.
The moment the Eight Elites Guard faltered and failed to take down these fiends one-on-one, the rest of the Prince of Qi's skilled hands would be in dire straits.
The Prince of Qi's estate became a battlefield in an instant, chaos visible everywhere.
Strangely enough, however, Wei Zhao, the center of everyone's attention, was at this moment left entirely alone; even the elite hands of the Prince of Qi's estate deliberately steered clear of him.
And so Wei Zhao strolled unobstructed to stand before the Prince of Qi.
The two sides faced each other across the gauze curtain.
The various wills and intentions coiled above the Prince of Qi's estate immediately stirred with excitement.
The Prince of Qi had acted very rarely before this, yet was universally acknowledged as unfathomably deep; rumor in the streets held that his strength was not beneath that of the Prince of Qin—only that no chance had ever arisen to verify it.
Now the chance had come.
Likewise, the various parties held all manner of conjectures about Wei Zhao's present strength, and this was the perfect opportunity to see what he was truly made of.
Neither side spoke; yet within mere seconds each one's aura climbed to its peak, and a duel of summit against summit was poised to erupt.
It began!
Wei Zhao's figure flashed explosively, piercing through the gauze curtain in an instant, opening with a single Arrow-Step Kill.
The Prince of Qi's eyelid twitched, and his figure retreated wildly.
Yet fast as he was, Wei Zhao was faster still; a dragon's roar rang out, wreathed in dragon soul, as Wei Zhao drove one palm squarely into the Prince of Qi's chest.
Then his expression shifted into something faintly strange.
The Prince of Qi grunted and flew backward, smashing through five walls in a row. Though he finally steadied himself, his dignity had plainly taken a battering.
That was it?
The assembled big shots were stunned.
They had expected the Prince of Qi's strength to at least come close to the Prince of Qin's legendary level, if not match it.
And in their eyes, Wei Zhao still did not measure up to the Prince of Qin.
In other words, the two should have been evenly matched—yet here the Prince of Qi had collapsed at the first touch, a cheap counterfeit through and through!
"Surely not..."
The four men of Qin, the Prince included, all wore expressions of disbelief.
The Prince of Qin especially had crossed blows with the Prince of Qi before. Even if their rivalry had never been as equal as the rumors made out, he had at least respected the man's strength.
Whatever else, even if the Prince of Qi was doomed to lose to Wei Zhao, he should not have lost in such an absurd fashion.
The whole scene was ridiculous no matter how one looked at it.
Then Bai Shizu said, his tone strange, "Could it be that the problem isn't that the Prince of Qi is too weak, but that Wei Zhao is too strong?"
Everyone was taken aback.
The Prince of Qin and his companions turned grave at once.
That exchange had looked simple and direct, with nothing complicated about it, but when they tried to analyze it in earnest, men of their perceptive caliber found themselves unable to see through the true nature of Wei Zhao's palm strike.
It had seemed like a simple stroke of dragon soul, yet the more they analyzed it, the more unfathomable the meaning within revealed itself.
Nor was that all. In every movement Wei Zhao made, even the most inconspicuous detail of his bearing, there was a quality of natural perfection.
As though it had been polished by countless ages.
"The great Way is simple? How could that be?"
Elder Qin blurted out in shock, breaking his usual composure.