Chapter 891 — Energy Bomb
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Wei Zhao paid Ma Zhu no further mind. He had to frighten off Ma Zhu and Zhen Yingjun as quickly as possible. No one knew his own condition better than he did — that he could stand at all now rested entirely on his last breath. His whole body was a bow drawn past its limit, its string about to snap!
That move earlier had been the result of Wei Zhao draining every last drop of energy in his body, compressing it, and releasing it in an instant.
He had already tested this kind of energy bomb once on Yu Kun, and it had proven quite effective.
Only, the energy required to shatter the meridians inside Yu Kun's body had been far less than what today's strike had demanded! This time, it had been a wild and risky decision on Wei Zhao's part — a last resort, taken when he had no other option left!
Ma Zhu was a cultivator of the Golden Bell Shield; whatever attack Wei Zhao adopted would be useless against him. Even sneak attacks and assassination tactics were of no avail, because the man simply did not fear being struck by him!
Just as Wei Zhao was growing frantic, helpless after being poisoned and on the verge of sitting down to await his own death, Ma Zhu had gone and exposed his own weakness with a single sentence. Perhaps Ma Zhu had not thought anything amiss about that sentence, but it had given Wei Zhao a tremendous flash of inspiration!
Ma Zhu had said that the Golden Bell Shield had no flaw — unless Wei Zhao's level was higher than his own!
In Ma Zhu's view, Wei Zhao's strength could not possibly surpass his; if it did, Wei Zhao would have won long ago. But Wei Zhao did not see it that way. His own strength might not be greater than Ma Zhu's, but once energy was compressed, the destructive force it produced multiplied exponentially!
Ma Zhu had the Golden Bell Shield guarding his body. Wei Zhao could not do to him what he had done to Yu Kun — drive energy into his body to rupture his internal organs and meridians. He could only rely on the blast produced by an even greater mass of energy to blow Ma Zhu's physical body apart!
Wei Zhao was not sure this method would work, and even less sure what harmful consequences it might bring down upon himself. Even if he retreated and dodged the instant he released the energy, the residual blast of the explosion could still catch him in its fallout.
To wound Ma Zhu, Wei Zhao had no choice but to drain the very last shred of energy from his body, and with the resolve to succeed or die trying, he had released the most terrifying energy bomb he had ever conjured.
Fortunately, he had succeeded. Ma Zhu had been blasted into a cripple; his Golden Bell Shield had been shattered outright by his own energy. Even so, the defensive power of Ma Zhu's Golden Bell Shield still left Wei Zhao clicking his tongue in amazement.
Wei Zhao knew all too well what kind of force the energy bomb had unleashed when it exploded. It had blasted a deep crater between the two of them, its walls smooth and sheer, as if carved by a sharp sword.
Even rock had been reduced to this, yet Ma Zhu was merely injured, not dead.
Wei Zhao did not know whether Ma Zhu still had any fighting strength left, but he knew that he himself had none. Had it not been for his astonishing willpower, he could never have held on this long, much less risen to his feet. But he had to stand; he had to pretend he was unhurt.
He had to scare off Ma Zhu and Zhen Yingjun. Otherwise, whether it was himself, Gu Mengyao, or Shen Yushu, all of them would be in danger.
So Wei Zhao paid Ma Zhu no more attention. Instead, he turned his head and looked again at Zhen Yingjun, and said coldly, "Now it is your turn."