Chapter 2002 — Unreconciled!
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For he had discovered that Wei Zhao's "fourth stance" at this moment was even more powerful than before—fully twenty percent stronger! What was the meaning of this? Wei Zhao had not calmed himself to regulate his breath, but had instead struck again and again without pause—and yet he grew stronger?
Could it be that someone practicing from the second stance onward could still produce the effect of one stance surpassing the last? He had never heard of such a thing.
The Earth-Rank man in black's blood and qi were truly churning. In his judgment, if he took this move of Wei Zhao's head-on, he would surely end up in a wretched, wretched state. This was unlike before: before there had been pauses in which to regulate his breath, but now there were none—and Wei Zhao's move was stronger besides!
At this thought, the Earth-Rank man in black's eyes flickered. He feigned a punch toward Wei Zhao, but in truth he stamped hard on the ground with both feet and, borrowing the force, flung himself backward, flying straight to the foot of the wall not far away...
Such a way of dodging was humiliating, especially for a fine hand of the mid Earth-Rank—to shrink from taking a technique unleashed by an early Earth-Rank expert. But at this moment the Earth-Rank man in black no longer gave a thought to whether it was humiliating.
He even regretted it somewhat: from the very start he should never have traded blows head-on with Wei Zhao so many times; he should have dodged a few times and worn down some of Wei Zhao's strength first. But his confidence as a mid Earth-Rank expert had kept him from doing so—and now he could not spare such concerns.
Seeing the Earth-Rank man in black suddenly dart backward, Wei Zhao's heart sank and his face changed! This third stance of Raging Fire Fist was his trump card. He had performed the first stance and then the second without pause and only then unleashed the third, all to make the third stronger—and if the third stance landed on the Earth-Rank man in black, Wei Zhao was confident he could wound him gravely!
Wei Zhao had held on all this while; even when trading blows head-on with the Earth-Rank man in black using the first and second stances, and suffering severe internal injuries, he had not stopped to heal them, choosing instead to press on.
For so long as the Earth-Rank man in black was gravely wounded, Wei Zhao would hold the absolute advantage. But what he had never expected was that at this most critical moment the Earth-Rank man in black would choose to shrink back—that he would not take this third stance head-on...
Wei Zhao frowned, filled with regret. Yet the third stance had already been unleashed; to pull it back was now impossible...
Helpless, Wei Zhao could only unleash the third stance with regret. Though he did his utmost to pursue the Earth-Rank man in black's course, most of the third stance's might still dispersed; by the time Wei Zhao reached the man's side, only a tiny wisp of scorching flame had swept across his body. That bit of flame might be fatal to an ordinary person, but to the Earth-Rank man in black it was nothing at all—it could not inflict even a small wound.
Wei Zhao was not reconciled—no, deep in his heart there was a profound unwillingness!