Chapter 956 — Who Told You?
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"Nothing much. Aren't you the divine physician Zhao Yaowang?" A mocking sneer cut across Wei Zhao's lips. "The internet is making quite a fuss about you, so I'm sure you can take care of it!"
"This... it's just like Li Dilei's true qi silver needles from last time?" the Medicine King asked, somewhat aghast.
"Oh, more or less. But I've improved on it a little, so it isn't quite the same as last time." Wei Zhao said. "Didn't you notice? This time the needles are planted along your meridians."
"That..." The Medicine King's expression turned even more aghast. "What happens then?"
"Nothing at all. I compressed my true qi and sealed it inside your meridians with the silver needles. So long as you don't pull them out, nothing happens." Wei Zhao smiled. "Of course, you're welcome to pull them out."
"And what happens if I do?" the Medicine King asked, face dark. "Isn't your strength gone? How can you still have true qi?"
"Why are you as stupid as that fool Zhao Qibing? No wonder you run with his lot, all of you sitting there taking your own guesses for gospel!" Wei Zhao curled his lip. "May I ask, who told you my strength was gone?"
"That..." The Medicine King thought, who ever told me? Isn't that just what I concluded on my own?
"If you pull the needles out, my true qi goes 'bang' inside your body." Wei Zhao said with great theatricality. "Then your meridians get blown to shreds and your strength falls off a cliff. Once you've pulled out every needle, all your meridians are scrapped. So congratulations, from now on you can go cultivate external techniques!"
This was another vicious trick Wei Zhao had devised after his own meridians were damaged, and now he was using it directly on the Medicine King. Still, against a man like him, a bit of viciousness was unavoidable.
"Impossible!" The Medicine King's face suddenly turned savage. "You're lying. Your strength is gone. You're just waving a few silver needles around to put on a show. You have no true qi at all, I can't sense the slightest fluctuation of true qi inside you."
"Heh. My strength is higher than yours, so naturally you can't." Wei Zhao thought: you're not me. A proper expert of the inner school can only read an opponent's strength while that opponent's true qi is circulating, or, if his own strength is far higher, can see through the other at a glance. Otherwise, unless you have a cheat like Wei Zhao's that lets him see across levels, there's no way at all.
"Bullshit! Your strength is gone!" The Medicine King was the one most certain that Wei Zhao had lost his power, so at this moment he did not believe for an instant that Wei Zhao still had any.
"Then don't believe it. You can try pulling out one needle." Wei Zhao said indifferently.
"Then I'll pull it out! You think I don't dare?" As he spoke, the Medicine King reached for the needle in his chest. But his hand had scarcely touched it when he paused, and instead moved down to his left thigh, to pull the needle there.
Wei Zhao laughed inwardly and said nothing. The Medicine King might shout that he wasn't afraid, but in the end he still hadn't dared pull the needle from his chest. After all, the principal meridians ran near the chest; if they were blown apart, his strength would likely plummet straight from the Mystic rank to the Yellow rank!
The left thigh, though, hardly mattered. Very little true qi was stored there, and once those meridians burst, the worst that could happen was that his left leg could no longer channel true qi, which was of no consequence to an expert like the Medicine King, never much good in a fight.
The Medicine King yanked the needle from his thigh, and his eyes went wide. With a thunderous bang, he felt as if his left thigh were about to be blown off; the meridians inside it were annihilated in an instant by Wei Zhao's vast true qi.
With a wretched scream, the Medicine King staggered and nearly went down on the ground.