Chapter 887 — Your Opponent Is Me
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The remaining members of the musketeer squad finally understood what it was that had been attacking them. As one, they swung their muzzles off Wei Zhao and onto General Mighty. But General Mighty made a smaller target than Wei Zhao; a dart to the left, a leap to the right, and he was behind another musketeer.
As a result, before that musketeer could work out what was happening, he was tragically shot dead by his comrades' wild fire! Even as he died, he could not fathom why he had not been kicked to death by a dog, only to be gunned down by his own companions! Had they taken him for the dog?
General Mighty pulled the same trick again, darting and leaping with marvelous agility, and so several more musketeers died at the muzzles of their comrades' guns. A few who survived the bullets were finished off by a single kick from General Mighty.
"Master Ma, kill that dog! Kill it, quick!" Zhen Yingjun shrieked in horror. He had never imagined a dog could be so formidable — that it could kick a man to death!
Ma Zhu nodded, stepped forward, and made ready to finish General Mighty off, but Wei Zhao moved first, planting himself in front of Ma Zhu.
"Your opponent is me," Wei Zhao said mildly, looking at Ma Zhu. He could not gauge Ma Zhu's strength; the strength of an external-school expert was not judged by the amount of energy he held, for such men refined their bodies to raise their rank, and Wei Zhao had no way of knowing how tough that body was.
"Out of my way. You're no match for me," Ma Zhu said, with a glance at Wei Zhao and a note of contempt in his voice.
"Aren't I? We'll soon find out, won't we?" Wei Zhao smiled. "Maybe you're right — maybe I'm no match for you. But when you fight a monster above your level, sometimes you land a critical hit."
"What critical hit? What level?" Ma Zhu plainly had not understood. "Since you want to die first, I'll oblige you!"
Ma Zhu was thoroughly irritated. He knew the musketeers mattered just as much to the boss, for though these men worked for the Zhen father and son, the greater part of the money they earned each year flowed into the boss's pocket!
So Ma Zhu wanted to put General Mighty down first, to stop him from bounding about killing men — but Wei Zhao would not give him the chance! Fury surged up in Ma Zhu's heart, though he knew there was no saving those musketeers now.
Ma Zhu fixed his eyes on Wei Zhao, a cold gleam flashing through them. Since he could not save the musketeers, he would vent his rage on Wei Zhao's life!
In an instant Ma Zhu's aura rose to its peak — though the aura of an external-school expert was, in the end, far weaker than that of an internal-school one. Wei Zhao's energy burst forth in that same instant, and the aura of a peak early-stage Mystic-rank was in fact stronger than Ma Zhu's, for all that Ma Zhu was a peak mid-stage Mystic-rank external-school expert!
Peak mid-stage Mystic-rank? Wei Zhao knew he could not play the pig to eat the tiger today. His opponent was a full rank above him — how was he supposed to play the pig? True, an internal-school expert was always a little stronger than an external-school expert of the same rank, but that held only at the same rank!
Even a peak early-stage Mystic-rank internal-school expert fighting a mid-stage Mystic-rank external-school expert would struggle; the best one could say was that the two were evenly matched. But pit a peak early-stage Mystic-rank internal-school expert against a peak mid-stage Mystic-rank external-school expert, and the odds grew far worse!
That was exactly Wei Zhao's situation now! He had never met an expert so far above him in strength. His expression was grave; his eyes fixed on Ma Zhu, he was already in a state of combat.
"Peak early-stage Mystic-rank?" Ma Zhu was somewhat surprised to see Wei Zhao's strength. "Stronger than that old bastard Li Fu, maybe, but it won't help you! Today you die!"