Chapter 887 — Your Opponent Is Me
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
With that, Ma Zhu moved. His feet slammed against the ground and both palms thrust at Wei Zhao's chest! He had cultivated defense first and attack after, so he had virtually no technique to speak of — nothing but a straight clash of brute force. Every vital point and opening on his body lay exposed, and he paid them no heed at all!
Wei Zhao's face darkened. He did not dare take a palm strike from a peak mid-stage Mystic-rank external-school expert head-on! And Ma Zhu's stance puzzled him — what kind of fighting was this? It was utterly reckless, all attack and no guard over the major acupoints. Was he not afraid of a sneak attack?
Yet until he had figured out Ma Zhu's style, Wei Zhao did not dare make a move. As Ma Zhu's palms came at him, Wei Zhao retreated swiftly, barely dodging the blow.
"Coward!" Seeing Wei Zhao dodge and run, Ma Zhu could not help but sneer. His towering frame abruptly became a black shadow once more, hurtling at Wei Zhao.
Worthy of a peak mid-stage Mystic-rank external-school expert: before Ma Zhu's body even arrived, the force of his charge stung Wei Zhao's face.
Wei Zhao frowned. Dodging alone was no solution, yet he dared not meet Ma Zhu head-on! Ma Zhu's power had already been proven on Uncle Qing's body. Wei Zhao's mind raced, searching for a countermeasure.
"Die!" Seeing Wei Zhao give ground again and again, Ma Zhu was elated. With a roar he turned his palms into fists and smashed them at Wei Zhao once more!
He could not dodge anymore. Wei Zhao knew that dodging back and forth would never solve anything, so this time he did not dodge. He stood where he was, as though waiting for Ma Zhu, as though he meant to take the punch.
A cold smile cut across Ma Zhu's mouth; he could already see Wei Zhao beaten into a pulp! It was not that he feared Wei Zhao attacking — he feared only that Wei Zhao would keep running.
Ma Zhu knew his own business. He was not afraid of a sneak attack from Wei Zhao; he was afraid Wei Zhao would play hide-and-seek with him! He was already a cultivator of the eighth layer of the Golden Bell Shield, his body long since tempered into bronze sinew and iron bone. Ordinary means could not touch him at all — unless one could find his gate and break it!
But who could find a gate like that? Even Ma Zhu's boss did not know where Ma Zhu's gate was, let alone Wei Zhao!
Against experts of higher rank, Ma Zhu dared not be careless; but against an opponent a rank below him like Wei Zhao, Ma Zhu feared nothing, however the man fought! Internal school or external, unless one was powerful to a certain degree, there was no way to do Ma Zhu's body any harm.
Of course, Wei Zhao did not know that Ma Zhu was a cultivator of the Golden Bell Shield. Had he known, he would never have taken such a risk.
Just as Ma Zhu's fist was about to land on Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao moved! He sprang abruptly into the air, his body like an arrow loosed from the string, sailing over Ma Zhu's head and landing behind him!