Chapter 2129 — The Championship Contest
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"Oh, that old sect master of yours—what was his name, Jin Wudi? 'Invincible.' He didn't even get to be invincible before he died," Wei Zhao said.
Ma Dashen's expression changed at once, and fury kindled in his eyes. Ma Zhu and Jin Wudi were the Golden Bell Sect's two great shames and two great hatreds, and the man who had brought it all about stood right before him now—Wei Zhao! Kill Wei Zhao? Ma Dashen would not claim to be sure of that. But knock Wei Zhao off the platform and tread his ranking underfoot? That, Ma Dashen was confident he could do!
Enraged as he was, he was not reckless. "I have seen your martial skill. I would call it merely ordinary—you destroyed a rock, nothing more. You might have wounded my senior brother Ma Zhu, but you could never beat our grand sect master. The grand sect master was murdered by your scheming!"
"Oh, scheming, then. Call it scheming." Wei Zhao glanced at Ma Dashen, then turned his eyes to Jingang Zuan and said mildly, "He is no match for me. If you do not want him dead, you had best make him concede."
"You—" Jingang Zuan had not expected Wei Zhao to be so arrogant, yet he still had faith in Ma Dashen. Ma Dashen might only be at the peak of the late Mystic Rank, but in his mastery of the Golden Bell Cover he was no weaker than Jin Wudi!
Jin Wudi had died at the hands of Wei Zhao's underling, but Wei Zhao himself might not be able to do anything to him. Otherwise, why had Wei Zhao not finished off Ma Zhu?
Besides, Jingang Zuan had followed Wei Zhao's matches all along this tournament. The ones he had watched most closely were two: the martial skill contest and the endurance contest. Only those two matches held any real reference value for the platform battles!
The power Wei Zhao's martial skill had shown struck Jingang Zuan as merely ordinary—far below what a Heaven Rank fighter could do. He was confident Ma Dashen could withstand an endurance trial of the level a low Heaven Rank fighter would produce.
So even if Wei Zhao brought out that martial skill, it would do him little good against Ma Dashen. As for Wei Zhao's own defensive endurance—strong as it was, Ma Dashen might still find a flaw. Handle it properly and there was a chance. Look at the last two matches: Ma Dashen had been the weakest man on the platform, and still he walked away the winner!
At this thought, Jingang Zuan said coldly, "Wei Zhao, spare us the alarmist talk. On the platform, who lives and who dies—that's only settled by fighting!"
"Oh, I was only offering a friendly warning. Don't come crying later when I kill this fine disciple of yours and you, old thing, fly into a rage and try for revenge—and get wiped out along with him. Then your Golden Bell Sect will be exterminated." Wei Zhao spoke mildly.
"Fine words!" Jingang Zuan sneered. "This is a platform of life and death. If he dies, his luck was bad. The hidden-family summit has been held for many years, and many disciples have fallen on these platforms. I have never heard of any family nursing a grudge over it."
"Never mind, then. In that case I have nothing more to say." Wei Zhao sighed with a touch of pity and shook his head.
"Nothing more needs saying. Enough idle talk—begin!" Jingang Zuan said.
"Very well. Old Master Zhao, please declare the match begun!" Wei Zhao said, looking to Old Master Zhao.
"Good. Contestants of the hidden Han family and the Golden Bell Sect, take your positions. The platform match is about to begin... three, two, one—begin!" Old Master Zhao announced.
Yet when Old Master Zhao finished speaking and the match had begun, Wei Zhao did not move—and neither did Ma Dashen!
Ma Dashen watched Wei Zhao warily. Attack was his weakness; defense was his strength. To find an opening, an enemy's flaw, while defending, then seize it in a single blow and drive the man off the platform—that was Ma Dashen's accustomed method!