Chapter 3883 — Playing for Keeps
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Xiao Che nodded in agreement. He had seen Wei Zhao fight back in the mortal world, but since arriving on Cloud Step Island the man had gone quiet. Even when he did act, it was only petty skirmishes—Xiao Che had never once seen Wei Zhao get serious.
What he did not know was that although Wei Zhao had deliberately kept a low profile since coming to Cloud Step Island, he had not been idle the whole time. He had beaten Yu Jiang to within an inch of his life, and had even blasted Nan Tianyong, a peak expert of the late Foundation Establishment stage, until the man was barely clinging to breath—it was just that no one knew he was Lin Er.
Beside him, his long-suffering senior brother looked rather worried. "This Murong Zhen is a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage, you know. Junior Brother Lin might be in danger. Ah, better to be careful!"
Watching Wei Zhao step onto the platform with perfect composure, Murong Zhen suddenly gave a soft laugh. "Brother Lin, this fair lady has wanted a match with you for quite some time. Today the chance has finally come—so do go easy on me later."
Wei Zhao nodded. "Don't worry, I will."
My god! The crowd below the platform could not help but curse in unison. Lady Murong here is a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage—that was plainly just a bit of courtesy. You, a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator, who the hell do you think you are, putting on such airs?
As expected of the grand master of posturing—no occasion is too solemn for him to strike a pose!
It was not only the crowd below who looked on with contempt; even Murong Zhen was taken aback. That expression, that tone—was he not being a bit too arrogant?
After a brief pause, Murong Zhen collected herself and said, "Good, then. Brother Lin, you must keep your word!"
The words had barely fallen when Murong Zhen's figure dissolved into nothingness. The next instant she reappeared less than three inches before Wei Zhao, a blinding white light at her fingertip aimed straight at his throat—Phantom Finger!
The last time she faced Xiao Che, Murong Zhen had at least circled him for a while. But this time she opened with a killing move. That showed just how highly she regarded Wei Zhao.
Truth be told, even without her bargain with Meng Jueming, Murong Zhen herself very much wanted to teach Wei Zhao a lesson. She had taken the initiative to flirt and curry favor with him, and the wretch had not appreciated it in the least. How could she let off such a blind, unfeeling creature so easily?
Women, after all, are creatures who never forget a grudge.
"So fierce? Women really are not to be trifled with!" Wei Zhao twisted his mouth in feigned alarm, yet his feet were in no hurry. Treading the Butterfly Microstep, he slipped past Murong Zhen's sudden assault by a hair's breadth at the last possible instant.
"Brother Lin really is no simple man!" Her strike had missed. Murong Zhen had expected as much, but she was still somewhat disappointed.
This, however, confirmed her conjecture: Wei Zhao's strength was indeed far above Xiao Che and Qiao Hongcai. Had it been Xiao Che in his place, even if he could have dodged that blow, he could never have done so with such ease and composure.
Murong Zhen saw it clearly. Wei Zhao's response had looked perilous, but in truth it had been entirely under his control. To face her Phantom Finger and remain so composed—this man's strength was far beyond a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator. He was unfathomably deep!
Wei Zhao smiled faintly. He had not yet used his true strength. This woman Murong Zhen was decent enough—among peak experts of the early Foundation Establishment stage she would not count as weak—but compared with him, she still fell far short.