Chapter 1750 — A Desperate Struggle, Part Two
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He knew he could not fall. If he fell, it was over for him—and over for Guan Xin as well. So Wei Zhao had to keep fighting! Every time he went down, Wei Zhao told himself: No, I have to get up. If I don't, I lose everything!
Another round of attacks began. Gritting his teeth against the pain that wracked his entire body, Wei Zhao tried to rise... but this time, he truly could not get up! He felt as though every bone in his body had come apart, and he was so drowsy, so exhausted... He wanted so badly to close his eyes...
Before Wei Zhao's eyes, the smear of blood gave way to a blinding white radiance, and he felt a powerful urge to let go... It seemed that beyond the misty white glow lay a tranquil place—the jade pendant's space. If he could only reach it, Wei Zhao would be able to rest. He wanted to walk toward it...
"Whoosh..." A sharp gust of wind at his ear jolted Wei Zhao abruptly back to his senses! He had nearly slipped into the jade pendant's space on his own—that would have been far too dangerous. If he truly entered the jade pendant's space, he would be dead beyond any doubt today!
Wei Zhao bit down hard on his own tongue. The jolt of pain brought a flash of clarity, and he surged to his feet, swinging both fists as he charged to meet You Shisan!
Though every one of Wei Zhao's strikes looked like a full-force blow, each was weaker than the last. Fortunately, You Shisan's palms were not Wu Chengtian's. In this collision, amid the thunderous booming, Wei Zhao's keen ears caught a crisp crack of bone!
Wei Zhao was a physician, and he was extraordinarily sensitive to that sound! His heart leaped with joy—it had worked again! You Shisan's palm had surely been cracked by his blows! This rekindled the fighting spirit of Wei Zhao, who had been on the verge of giving out!
First it had been swelling, and now the bone was cracked. If he could keep this up, You Shisan's palms would certainly be crippled! The moment that thought struck him, Wei Zhao was abruptly galvanized. He swiftly circulated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Controlling Formula, healing the injuries to his hands and meridians, then rose to his feet and faced You Shisan, chest out and head high. "Let's go again!"
Though Wei Zhao's body was already covered in blood and grime, and a trace of deathliness had crept into his pale face, his voice was utterly resolute, without the slightest hint of compromise!
Though Guan Xin's mouth was sealed and she could not speak, her eyes had not been blindfolded, and every moment of Wei Zhao's battle with You Shisan fell before her eyes without a single detail missed! At that moment Guan Xin's heart twisted as though cut by a knife. She shook her head desperately, tears pouring down like rain, wanting to stop Wei Zhao, to make him flee at once—but she could not make a single sound. Her faint whimpers were utterly useless.
Guan Xin was a nurse, and she came from a family of physicians besides. How could she fail to see that Wei Zhao was a spent arrow? If this went on, Wei Zhao would surely lose his life!
When Kang Jingming saw that Wei Zhao could still climb to his feet, he shouted at once, "Finish that brat off!"
But You Shisan alone knew his own business: his palms were nearly ruined by Wei Zhao's blows! He was not an external-school cultivator. Though his martial skills were delivered through his palms, those palms were not hardened. If the fight went on like this, these two hands would undoubtedly be crippled!
True, an internal-school practitioner's ruined palms could be restored with certain medicines and elixirs, unlike the devastating losses an external-school practitioner would suffer—but even after recovery, they would certainly not be as nimble as before! After all, no one else could repair his injuries with his own heart-formula and mnemonic arts as Wei Zhao could, or heal with true qi as the Sun family did.