Chapter 2838 — The Unlucky Mo Ba
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Wei Zhao was about to explain that he had exhausted himself and could no longer unleash any martial techniques, but when he looked up he saw Mo Ba come rushing over from the entrance to the safe zone, and the words died on his lips.
Mo Ba's strength was not to be underestimated either; he was above both Feng Shihua and Li Ciba individually, and even the two of them joining forces might not give them much chance of victory. And Wei Zhao also feared that Mo Ba might turn on him, so he said nothing more.
"Brother Pao, what's happened to you?" Mo Ba, for his part, had no mind to consider Wei Zhao's current predicament; all his attention was fixed on Zhang Nai Pao, and seeing Zhang Nai Pao so badly wounded, he grew anxious at once.
In truth, in the exchange between Wei Zhao and Zhang Nai Pao, it had looked as though Wei Zhao had unleashed three martial techniques in all, but it had all happened in the blink of an eye, at tremendous speed, and Zhang Nai Pao had fallen to the ground before Mo Ba could even react; the fight was over.
"A Small Reversion Pill..." Zhang Nai Pao said to Mo Ba.
"Yes, Brother Pao." Mo Ba hurriedly fished out a Small Reversion Pill and put it into Zhang Nai Pao's mouth. Zhang Nai Pao closed his eyes, sat down on the ground, and crossed his legs to begin dissolving the pill's medicinal properties.
Wei Zhao could not help but curse inwardly at the waste of it. With Mo Ba here, the odds of Feng Shihua and Li Ciba killing Zhang Nai Pao were no longer great—unless the two of them risked their lives to hold Mo Ba off and let Ge Xian and Zhao Qilei launch a sneak attack on Zhang Nai Pao.
But that way, Feng Shihua or Li Ciba might be sacrificed. For disciples of the Tomorrow-after-Tomorrow Sect who were so devoted to protecting their master, risking their lives was no hardship at all; and once Mo Ba fought desperately, his explosive power would be formidable.
Besides, Wei Zhao had no chance to tell Zhao Qilei and the others his idea. He no longer had the strength left for the trick of condensing true qi into sound, and even if he did, the trick might not escape the notice of a mid-Heaven rank expert like Mo Ba.
Zhang Nai Pao was circulating his qi to dissolve the pill and heal his wounds, and Wei Zhao was not idle either; he swiftly ran the second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Riding Art, recovering the physical strength and true qi he had spent.
At that moment, Feng Shihua, Li Ciba, and the others saw Wei Zhao standing rooted to the spot, his face somewhat pale, and only then understood that Wei Zhao had spent himself of physical strength and true qi after unleashing three martial techniques in a row, which was why he had told them to go kill Zhang Nai Pao. They could not help but feel a pang of regret.
The chance had come and gone in an instant. Now that Mo Ba had arrived, there was no way for them to make a move.
At that moment Mo Ba stood warily at Zhang Nai Pao's side, guarding him, while Feng Shihua and Li Ciba had no experience fighting as a team. To first subdue Mo Ba and then strike at Zhang Nai Pao was now well-nigh impossible.
So Feng Shihua and Li Ciba followed Mo Ba's example and stationed themselves in front of Wei Zhao—while Wei Zhao recovered his physical strength and true qi, they would stand guard over him.
Thus, in front of the safe zone there appeared a bizarre scene: two groups of people, both standing guard, both holding their forces in check, locked in confrontation, and neither side said a word.
The Heavenly Thunder Pig had hidden far away off to one side, keeping watch for any spiritual beasts drawing near. Fortunately, it seemed, during the half hour in which Wei Zhao recovered his physical strength and true qi and Zhang Nai Pao healed his wounds, all remained peaceful.
"Wei Zhao... you're wearing a mid-grade Golden Cicada Inner Armor!" Zhang Nai Pao spat out a foul breath and said to Wei Zhao.