Chapter 3938 — Sent Flying Again
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Even Murong Zhen, a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage, could not help but change color. From his aura alone, one could sense that Meng Zhou's current strength had completely surpassed her own—it likely fell somewhere between the peak of early Foundation Establishment and the mid stage, and quite possibly he possessed the strength of the foremost figure beneath mid-stage Foundation Establishment!
"Concede?" Wei Zhao shrugged and smiled faintly. "Why should I concede? Don't tell me you think this little bit of strength is enough to beat me?"
"Posturing! It's just as well you won't concede—settling you today will finish this once and for all!" Meng Zhou gave a cold snort. Wei Zhao's earlier display of power had been formidable enough to make the heart quail, but with the confidence Meng Zhou now possessed, he did not regard his opponent as worth a second thought.
"Then let's just fight and see." Wei Zhao shook his head, his face placid.
Meng Zhou wasted no more words. A terrifying explosive force erupted from beneath his feet, shattering the rocky platform where he stood, and his whole body shot toward his opponent like an arrow.
Below the platform, Meng Jueming watched with deep satisfaction, while the long-suffering senior brother, along with Xiao Che and Qiao Hongcai and the others, knitted their brows in secret. Just what kind of devilish fortuitous encounter had Meng Zhou stumbled upon, to have his strength soar to such a level in so short a time!
At this moment, the oppressive force radiating from Meng Zhou was such that even the crowd below could hardly withstand it; the weaker newcomers unconsciously retreated several steps, not daring to look him straight in the eye.
Yet Wei Zhao paid it no mind whatsoever. Facing the onrushing Meng Zhou, he merely extended a single palm with casual indifference and gave a light swat, as though swatting a fly.
And Meng Zhou was promptly swatted to the ground, unable to rise for a long while.
Eh? The entire crowd was struck dumb. The mighty, insufferable Meng Zhou—swatted down just like that?
The scene was truly beyond all expectation. In the several months since the Welcome Pavilion, Wei Zhao's strength had long since taken root in everyone's hearts; no one would be so foolish as to underestimate him anymore.
But by the same token, they had all witnessed Meng Zhou's ordeal these past days and his present condition. The Meng Zhou of today was utterly transformed—even Murong Zhen could not help but feel a tremor of fear facing him. How could such a man be weak?
By everyone's reckoning, even if Meng Zhou's strength did not exceed Wei Zhao's, it was surely on par with his, certainly not far beneath—and yet, who would have thought it would come to this the moment the fight began!
True enough, Meng Zhou had displayed unprecedented strength, inspiring dread in all who beheld him, and some had even begun to imagine that this time, Wei Zhao was finally done for!
Yet before Wei Zhao, all of it was not worth a fart. The Meng Zhou they saw as mighty was no more than a fly, lightly swatted to the ground.
The scene left the entire crowd stunned, speechless for a long, long while.
At last, Meng Zhou slowly climbed to his feet, spat a bloody gob at Wei Zhao's feet, cursed, "Fuck your mother," and swung his leg at Wei Zhao once more.
Bang! Before the crowd below could even react, Wei Zhao's palm shot out again—once more, with effortless ease, he swatted Meng Zhou flat on the ground. R1152