Chapter 2324 — What I Fear Is That You Won't Strike
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"I'm not afraid you won't believe it—I'm afraid you won't strike." As Wei Zhao spoke, his figure moved as well: the fourth form of the Frenzied Fire Fist. This time Wei Zhao did not unleash the fifth form—after all, the fifth form drained too much stamina, and Wei Zhao was already wounded. Unless it came to a matter of life and death, there was no need to expend his stamina trading blows with the Third Boss. Besides, his martial techniques were a little too powerful now. Though the Third Boss was a fine expert of peak late Earth-rank strength, it was plain that he was not one of the truly formidable peak late Earth-rank experts. In Wei Zhao's eyes, he was not even as formidable as the guardian who had stood up for An Liwen. So Wei Zhao feared that another fifth form of the Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Palm would simply strike the Third Boss dead on the spot!
The Third Boss clearly felt that the force striking his body had diminished greatly—yet even so, he could not withstand it. This time, when he crashed to the ground, his five viscera and meridians were all severely damaged; even had he wished to circulate his true qi, it would not flow smoothly.
Wei Zhao, meanwhile, had repaired himself in time after every injury. This time, though he too looked wretched, coughing blood and falling to the ground, Wei Zhao himself knew that his injuries, grave as they were, were not fatal. Circulating the second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art at speed, he soon restored the major damaged meridians and viscera to near wholeness.
"How about it? Once more?" Wei Zhao strode quickly to the Third Boss and asked.
"Wei Zhao, I underestimated you!" the Third Boss forced out those words with a bitter smile. Even those few words came with immense difficulty—it was plain that his injuries had left him no strength to fight Wei Zhao.
"Do you want to be tortured to death by me, or do you want to live?" Wei Zhao asked.
"Live? There's still a way to live?" The Third Boss was stunned.
"By handing you over to my father-in-law, Feng Tianlong," Wei Zhao said.
"Isn't that still death..." The Third Boss smiled bitterly. "Just a matter of sooner or later..."
"Not necessarily. Die by my hand, and your death will be a long, rhythmic agony. But die by my father-in-law's hand, and it's likely just a bullet," Wei Zhao said.
"Say whatever you want to say. Since I've fallen into your hands, I don't intend to run," the Third Boss said, quite readily.
"Have you seen this man?" Wei Zhao bent down and held the photo of the Pangolin on his phone before the Third Boss's eyes.
The Third Boss looked at Wei Zhao's phone in puzzlement, then shook his head and said, "No, I don't know this man."
"That's all, then. You'd best sleep for now." Wei Zhao knocked the Third Boss out with a single punch. The Third Boss had no true qi left to shield his body; one solid blow from Wei Zhao sent him straight into unconsciousness.
Though he had long guessed that the Third Boss would know nothing of the Pangolin, Wei Zhao could not resist asking. The answer disappointed him, of course, yet it was only reasonable—in the eyes of the Third Boss and his kind, the Pangolin was a nobody. Even if they had crossed hands, they would not remember him.
At that time, Wei Zhao had been no more than a Yellow-rank expert, and the Pangolin had not even set foot in Yellow-rank, or had only just done so. Naturally, a peak late Earth-rank expert like the Third Boss would never have paid him any mind.
After knocking out the Third Boss, Wei Zhao dialed his father-in-law Feng Tianlong's number.
"Xiaoyi? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?" Feng Tianlong found it rather strange to receive Wei Zhao's call—ever since Feng Xiaoxiao had gone to the Ice Palace, the two had seldom been in touch.