Chapter 2242 — No Match for the Enemy
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"Quick on your feet, aren't you!" The Grand Protector gave a cold laugh. That last blow he had not aimed at all; it had been a casual lash, and he did not mind. He only said tauntingly, "This old man will play a game with you. I will lash you five times. If you can withstand them, then I will let you go. How about that?"
Wei Zhao's mouth twitched. The old thing clearly meant to play cat and mouse. That last blow had been only the first stance of his martial technique, yet driven by his early Heaven-rank strength and joined with the whip, it had unleashed earth-shaking might. If the old thing used his strongest move, would Wei Zhao still have a life?
Never mind five moves—one more, and Wei Zhao might not even be able to dodge it!
"Fine! A word is a word!" Though he knew the old thing was toying with him, at a time like this he had no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on.
"Best not die too quickly—that would be far too dull!" The Grand Protector drew back his soft whip, raised his head, and gave Wei Zhao a sinister smile. His right hand snapped up again, his body shifting slightly, and he cried: "Raging Sea, Furious Waves—Eleventh Stance!"
Damn it! Hearing the Grand Protector's cry, Wei Zhao nearly choked on his own blood. The first stance a moment ago, and now, all at once, the eleventh? Everyone knew that for an early Heaven-rank expert, the eleventh stance was likely his strongest technique of all—the old thing plainly meant to take his life in a single blow!
Instinctively, Wei Zhao's first thought was to run. He could not take this head-on; to meet it squarely was certain death. So he once again worked that wondrous footwork, but this time the Grand Protector seemed set on finishing him off outright. The soft whip clung to him like a maggot to the bone, sweeping wherever Wei Zhao fled, giving him no chance to hide at all.
Seeing the fierce killing intent filling the Grand Protector's eyes, Wei Zhao was beside himself with rage. Old thing, when this young master turns the tables, you will be the first I finish off!
This fight was unbearable for Wei Zhao. Pitted against a man several times his strength, the two sides were simply not on equal footing at all. Even if Wei Zhao exhausted every trick he had, he could do nothing against the thing before him.
But by now Wei Zhao had no room left to maneuver. Desperately he gathered Sun Jingyan up and flung her with all his might into the air. He did not care where she landed—he could not dodge this lash, so he might as well take it head-on. One blow, he reckoned, would not kill him outright.
But Sun Jingyan was another matter. One lash, and even if she did not die, she would be little better off.
"Bang!"
The instant Wei Zhao threw Sun Jingyan clear, the whip came down straight at his face, striking him full on the chest!
A sweetness rose in Wei Zhao's throat, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He staggered back two steps, his face ashen, and collapsed to the ground.
The power of that lash was truly too great. Though Wei Zhao had shielded himself with all his true qi, he could already feel that every rib in his chest was broken and most of his internal organs injured. Had he not used the momentum of his fall to discharge part of the force into the bluestone beneath his feet, his injuries would surely have been even worse!
Even so, the bluestones beneath him had been smashed to powder, shattered into pieces under his feet!
Wei Zhao knew he could not withstand it head-on, and he was too weary to even stand. Lying prone on the ground, he circulated the second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, rapidly repairing the injured parts of his body.