Chapter 1500 — Making a Move to Snatch
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And so that hot-blooded, impulsive peak late-Profound Rank trial participant threw himself, like a fool, against the muzzle of Zhang Nai Pao's gun. Zhang Nai Pao merely raised a hand in greeting, took his blow, and straightaway roused the Bee-Devouring Divine Art of the Chrysanthemum Codex, drawing the true qi from the trial participant's body into his own at flying speed.
The face of the peak late-Profound Rank trial participant went ashen with dread. Before, he had only heard tales; now that he had lived through it himself, he understood just how terrifying Zhang Nai Pao was. In the past, though he knew of Zhang Nai Pao's prowess, it was rumor after all. As he saw it, even if Zhang Nai Pao could absorb another's strength, once he himself ceased to circulate his art, how could the man keep draining him?
Besides, last night he had seen that Ling Yi; the man had lost no strength at all—on the contrary, he had broken through. That only confirmed him in the belief that Zhang Nai Pao's divine art was mere rumor and not nearly so formidable in truth.
But at this moment he discovered that he had been wrong—utterly, catastrophically wrong! He had halted the circulation of his art, and yet the true qi within him still poured ceaselessly into Zhang Nai Pao's body, entirely beyond his control.
And his fist—he wished to pull it away, and could not.
Only then did he understand that those rumors were all true, not garbled in the telling at all. Regret gnawed at his heart, and with it a flare of fury at his own companions for refusing to lift a hand.
"What are you doing? Strike, quickly! My true qi is nearly drained!" shouted the peak late-Profound Rank trial participant in alarm and rage.
The members of the bands only looked at one another. Not a single one dared make a move.
What a joke. If even a peak late-Profound Rank trial participant was no match for Zhang Nai Pao, what ability did they have to dare strike now?
"What, you want to try as well? Come right ahead—one comes, one gets drained!" Zhang Nai Pao cackled and sneered.
"Impossible. I refuse to believe it—how many hands do you have, that you can drain everyone who comes?" As if to prove Zhang Nai Pao a liar, the peak late-Profound Rank trial participant swung out his left fist and his right leg at once.
But the very next moment, his left fist and his right leg too were sucked fast to Zhang Nai Pao's body, and could not be pulled free.
What was more, the true qi in his body now drained away even faster.
At this, the other band members, witnessing the uncanny spectacle, dared even less to act rashly.
"We are willing to hand all our spoils to Lord Pao..." The trial participant of the lowest strength, early Profound Rank, was frightened out of his wits. He hurriedly took out all the natural treasures he had gathered in his bosom and laid them on the ground before him.
To show that he had given up everything, he deliberately produced his electronic points card as well, so that others could see the score displayed upon it.
"And the rest of you?" Zhuangniao Pao nodded in satisfaction. "You, boy, at least know what's good for you."
With someone having taken the lead, the others all brought out their spoils one after another. The brothers Zhuangniao Pao and Zhuangniao Qiang happily swept these spoils into their own pockets—though of course the largest share still went to Zhang Nai Pao; they dared not keep it all for themselves.