Chapter 3790 — Too Much Suspicion
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And when it came to raw frontal lethality alone, among ordinary martial techniques there was simply nothing that could hold its own against the Iron Cold Palm—not even the Thousand Legs.
Every other aspect of the Iron Cold Palm was third-rate; its frontal killing power alone was first-rate. And so Meng Zhou, without doing anything else, had gone straight at his opponent head-on. Had he not been crushed for that, there truly would have been no justice in the world.
In the end, it was not that the Thousand Legs had lost to the Iron Cold Palm. In that first exchange, Meng Zhou's loss had come purely from underestimating his enemy. He had assumed that disposing of Qiao Hongcai would be easy and pleasant, and had meant to conserve some physical strength and true qi to take back and use in cultivating the spiritual herb seeds.
"Is that all you've got?" Meng Zhou finally came to his senses and said with a cold sneer, "Qiao, you useless piece of trash, don't think that just because this lord was careless for a moment and let you get a bit of an advantage, you can really climb up onto my head and shit and piss on me. I'm telling you, you're trash, and you'll never be able to turn things around in this life! So what if you're at the early Foundation Establishment stage? You think this lord can't kill you? How naive!"
With that, Meng Zhou leaped up once more, pushed his movement technique to its utmost, and lunged straight at Qiao Hongcai.
In that unexpected exchange just now, Meng Zhou had taken some injury while caught off guard, but after all he had met Qiao Hongcai's Iron Cold Palm head-on with the twenty-first form of the Thousand Legs; even if he could not overpower it, that was enough to cancel out most of the Iron Cold Palm's force. So at this moment his injuries were not serious, and he still had the strength to fight.
"Hmph, then kill me and let's see it!" Qiao Hongcai answered with a cold laugh.
Seeing Meng Zhou, shamed into rage, start fighting for his life and once again conjure layer upon layer of leg shadows to envelop him, Qiao Hongcai's response this time once again made jaws drop all around.
He sank his qi into his dantian, rooted himself firmly in a horse stance, and paid no heed whatsoever to however many leg shadows Meng Zhou conjured from all directions. To all appearances, Qiao Hongcai did not seem to regard Meng Zhou's Thousand Legs as worth a glance at all; the only thing he meant to do was find a chance to unleash a single Iron Cold Palm, twenty-first form.
Clumsy, inflexible, and slow to strike—these were the greatest and most fatal flaws of the Iron Cold Palm. If he were in some other setting where he could coordinate his strikes with a partner, it would be another matter, but in a one-on-one challenge match like this, he was at an absolute disadvantage.
Qiao Hongcai's response looked foolish and idiotic, but it was the only option he had. If he truly tried to follow Meng Zhou's leg shadows and spin around with them, he would probably spin himself dizzy—practically crippling his own martial arts—and in the end there was a very good chance he would be finished before he could even get off a single Iron Cold Palm.
As things stood, holding his little patch of ground like this and waiting for Meng Zhou to come to him before delivering a palm—this strategy looked utterly helpless and passive, but it was not necessarily ineffective.
"Haha! With an idiot pose like that, you dare fight this lord? Do you know how a pig dies, Qiao, you trash?" Meng Zhou laughed wildly as he kept using the Thousand Legs to confuse his opponent and leave him at a loss.
"How a pig dies? That I don't know, but in a moment we'll see how you, Meng the newcomer, die, and then it should be quite clear!" Qiao Hongcai replied without betraying any emotion.
"Hmph! A dead duck's bill stays hard!" Meng Zhou snorted coldly. With a thought, several leg shadows, impossible to tell true from false, swept straight at Qiao Hongcai.