Chapter 1237 — Even a Flawless Plan Loses: The Long Saber Sinks Into His Body, and Wei Zhao Slowly Topples Forward!
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The instant Wei Zhao fell was the moment the man's nerves were most relaxed. His mind had been swept away by the thrill of Wei Zhao's death, and for that moment he had forgotten all caution.
And a man whose heart had been run through was, in the man's eyes, already a dead man; that he should drop all guard was only natural. But what he had never imagined was that with a long saber through his chest — a saber that had pierced both his heart and his whole chest cavity — Wei Zhao had not died.
Not only had he not died, he could still seal the man's acupoints with silver needles, and chat and laugh as though nothing had happened.
If not for the long saber still in Wei Zhao's body, the man would have thought he was watching a magic trick.
"All right. You can talk now." Wei Zhao casually removed one of the silver needles from the man, restoring his power of speech.
"Impossible. This is impossible! Why aren't you dead?" The man stared at Wei Zhao with a face full of resentment and disbelief, and asked the question he most wanted answered.
"You mean this saber?" Wei Zhao smiled slightly and drew the long saber out of his body. And the wound it had left on his chest did not spurt blood — instead it slowly closed, at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"No ... impossible! You're not human!" The man stared at the change in Wei Zhao's body, his eyes wide with terror. Was this still a man? The wound had healed in an instant — how was that possible?
"I'm a cultivator — at the peak of the mid Mystic Rank." Wei Zhao seemed to find the man a little easily amazed. "Of course, I'm a bit stronger than other cultivators. I can repair injuries inside my own body. For instance, stick a knife in my heart — as long as it hasn't been minced, I can repair it, no problem at all. So next time, you should order me to mince my heart ... but there won't be a next time. And even if you did make me mince my heart, I'd repair it as I minced it. As long as my healing keeps up, it's still no problem."
"You ... you're a madman!" This time the man was utterly convinced. His plan had been flawless, yet he had overlooked the other man's inhuman constitution. Against such a person, losing was no injustice. Still, the man said, "You don't dare kill me. Do you dare? If I die, you all die too!"
"Ah, I was just about to deal with that." Wei Zhao said mildly. "You know too much. To keep you quiet, I have no choice but to finish you off."
With that, Wei Zhao picked up the long saber and cut straight, cleanly, across the man's chest. For a Wei Zhao of such surgical skill, it was no different from a simple operation.