Chapter 2218 — A Counterproductive Favor
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
So the little fire lion turned from fleeing at first to provoking them of its own accord—fighting the green-robed expert, then the black-robed expert, then the burly white-robed man, cycling back and forth like this, which left the three of them thoroughly exhausted, while the little fire lion only grew braver the more it fought.
"Fifth Protector, what is the matter with this little fire lion? It seems to have an abundance of stamina?" Tagan Long asked, somewhat impatiently.
"I am not certain... but according to the records, a little fire lion ought not to have such vigor as this. Could this be a purebred little fire lion?" The Fifth Protector could see no clue either, and could only surmise that this little fire lion was naturally robust.
"No matter. The stronger this little fire lion is, the more prestige I shall have once it becomes my contracted spirit beast," Tagan Long said with a nod.
Inwardly, the Fifth Protector felt relieved; had he known the little fire lion would be so full of energy, he would have been certain that this scheme of recruiting adventurers to wear down its stamina was the right one.
Only, if after a time they still could not exhaust the little fire lion's strength and the great fire lion came in answer, then these adventurers would surely become the sacrifices of this operation. The fire lion was a spirit beast that repaid kindness and vengeance alike with perfect clarity—it remembered favors, but it also remembered grudges. When the great fire lion arrived, all four of these men would have to die.
By contrast, those of them who had not raised a hand might draw the great fire lion's retaliation, but would certainly not be wiped out root and branch—merely warned. By then, so long as Young Master Tagan was kept safe, his taking a minor wound would be no problem at all.
He carried many healing pills on his person; treating a light wound was a trifling matter.
What the Fifth Protector knew, the Eighth Protector naturally knew as well. Standing to one side with Lazi, he watched with great anxiety, longing to pitch in yet not daring to. For one thing, he feared the fire lion's retaliation later; for another, his pitching in would do no good.
With his mid Earth-rank strength, a full-force strike would certainly injure the little fire lion gravely, but that was not the outcome he wanted. Once he struck with all his might, the little fire lion's meridians would surely be shattered; and if its meridians were shattered, the contract pill, once swallowed, could not be refined and merged into them. It would be as good as swallowed for nothing, and the contracting effect would not be achieved.
But if he did not strike with full force, what difference was there between him and these Yellow-rank experts in wearing down the little fire lion's stamina back and forth? The four of them were already sufficient, and he was unwilling to take the risk—lest the affair fail and he earn the great fire lion's enmity.
The little fire lion's chief targets were the green-robed expert, the black-robed expert, and the burly white-robed man; only occasionally would it turn and attack Wei Zhao.
To the onlookers, however, there was nothing strange in this. The little fire lion's intelligence was exceedingly high, and it must surely see that Wei Zhao was the strongest fighter of them all. It would rather fight the other three than Wei Zhao, and only when occasionally driven into a corner would it trade a blow or two with Wei Zhao.
From the way Wei Zhao had struck it flying, from how it lay on the ground and needed a long struggle before it could rise, one could also see plainly that it had suffered the worst at Wei Zhao's hands! (To be continued.) RQ