Chapter 4002 — That's One Hell of a Bear
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One breath—that was all Xu Lingchong needed. If he could drag himself out of that corner and recover his mobility, then even with a mere tenth of his true qi left in him, crushing Wei Zhao would be as easy as squashing a bedbug.
This was a serious miscalculation. Wei Zhao was frantic with anxiety. There was no one here who could save him. If Xu Lingchong got back on his feet before the Immortal Drunk could be forced down, then today really would be the day he died here.
But the power of the Immortal Drunk was not so easily purged. At this very moment it had not weakened at all—rather, it seemed to be burning fiercer by the second, leaving Wei Zhao utterly unable even to rise, let alone seize the chance to deal with Xu Lingchong.
At last, Xu Lingchong slowly began to move. The wall behind him, caved in by the impact, crumbled with a crackling sound as he climbed to his feet. The scales of victory had begun, ever so slowly, to tip in his favor.
"Ready to die, newcomer Lin?" Xu Lingchong bared his teeth in a cold grin, every inch the victor. But just then, a sound came from behind him—crack, crack, crack...
Xu Lingchong turned his head, and his face went dead white with fright. There, plain as day, was the little curly bear he had kicked away moments ago, charging toward him lugging an enormous pair of shears...
Ordinarily, a cub spirit beast like the little curly bear, with no strength to speak of, posed no threat whatsoever in Xu Lingchong's eyes. That was why he had never taken the little creature seriously from start to finish and had simply kicked it aside. Besides, this cub had already fought to drink the Immortal Drunk downstairs and was muddled out of its wits—even less of a threat.
But Xu Lingchong had forgotten one thing: the curly bear was, as the whole world knew, of the liquor-mad clan. A curly bear that had drunk spirit wine and one that had not were two entirely different propositions.
Before drinking, a curly bear was always gentle and docile, almost never attacking anyone of its own accord. But after drinking spirit wine—especially after getting drunk—not only did its temperament change utterly, its strength too underwent a transformation that turned it inside out, surging severalfold, even tenfold, as a matter of course. The world called this process liquor-frenzy.
Liquor-frenzy was a racial gift shared by the entire curly bear clan. Though the little curly bear was still a cub, it possessed this ability all the same. Now its eyes were not only bloodshot red, but even the fur all over its body had visibly begun to redden, and a distinctly ferocious aura began to radiate from it.
Damn it, how could I have forgotten about that! Xu Lingchong could have slapped himself twice, hard. The reason the curly bear clan could stand among the ranks of powerful spirit beasts was precisely this liquor-frenzy, a racial gift that bordered on defying heaven. Even an ordinary cub with no strength to speak of became a force to be reckoned with once it entered liquor-frenzy.
Had that been all, it might still have been fine. With Xu Lingchong's strength at the great perfection of Foundation Establishment, even a full-grown curly bear in liquor-frenzy would have been something he could handle with composure—let alone the mere cub before him.
The crux was this: he had just expended tremendous effort suppressing the true qi bomb, and at this moment scarcely one part in ten of his true qi remained. What was more, right after that Wei Zhao had struck him head-on with the twenty-three forms of the Wildfire Eight Trigrams Palm, and the resulting injuries had thrown his true qi into chaos. Even though he was now beginning to recover his mobility, he was still far from being able to fight.
Right now was precisely the weakest, most powerless moment of this great Foundation Establishment master!