Chapter 4054 — Wrong Medicine, or No Medicine at All?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"Impressive, as expected. But unfortunately for you, you still die today!" Though he had failed to land a decisive blow, Meng Zhou had been prepared for that, and in the very next breath he launched an even more savage Thousand Legs, Form Twenty-Six, while shouting over his shoulder at the crowd behind him, "What are you waiting for? All of you, attack together!"
At Meng Zhou's shout, Murong Zhen behind him hurriedly loosed a cunning, vicious Phantom Finger, timed to slip in through the gap of Meng Zhou's Thousand Legs, Form Twenty-Six.
But because of their single-file formation, Kang Jingming and the others further back had no way to join in. The cave passage was simply too narrow—if they all struck at once, they might well wound Meng Zhou and Murong Zhen before they ever touched Wei Zhao.
Even so, Meng Zhou was already confident. In his eyes Wei Zhao was at most a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator; facing his full-force Thousand Legs, Form Twenty-Six, the man was already hard-pressed, and merely holding out at all was a credit to his skill.
And Murong Zhen's Phantom Finger, while not especially powerful, had the advantage of a tricky angle and was a perfect match for the domineering Thousand Legs. So long as it aimed straight for a vital point, it could well be the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Wei Zhao was unmoved. Even as his palms swiftly gathered a peerless, mighty true qi, he sneered in contempt, "Vile enough, I'll grant you that—but your strength is still too weak. Every one of you has come off worse at my hands, and yet you remember the meal but never the beating!"
"Still talking tough with death staring you in the face!" Meng Zhou and the others all leered.
But before their laughter could fade, everything came to an abrupt halt. Wei Zhao suddenly unleashed a Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, Form Twenty-Four, straight into their faces. The blast of true qi pouring from his palms instantly writhed like a swarm of mad serpents, piercing clean through the enemy's Thousand Legs and Phantom Finger assault before reforming into a pair of giant palms that, striking last, arrived first and landed square on Meng Zhou's chest without the slightest suspense!
Pfft! Meng Zhou sprayed out a mist of blood on cue, and his whole body went flying backward like a kite with its string cut, flung away by the force of that palm.
In the same breath, Murong Zhen, Kang Jingming, and the others behind Meng Zhou, caught completely off guard, all took the hit as well, tumbling one over another in utter disgrace, sprawled every which way in a sorry mess.
"How is that possible? I've endured bitter torment for so long—I'm already a mid-Foundation Establishment expert! How could I possibly still lose to a country bumpkin like this?" Meng Zhou's face was written all over with disbelief as his eyes fixed on Wei Zhao, who was striding toward him step by step, and he muttered, his voice failing him.
For so long now, day after day, he had suffered the heart-shattering torture of the Ziwu Heart-Shattering Pill, and to have rapidly raised his strength amid such inhuman agony—Meng Zhou had convinced himself he was already reborn, a being that an ordinary cultivator like Wei Zhao could never hope to match, and that crushing an opponent of the same rank should have been effortless.
Yet reality had proven so cruel. The very first strike after his power surged, one he had been so sure of winning that he had even stooped to letting Murong Zhen coordinate a sneak attack, had ended with him laid low by a single move from Wei Zhao, the outcome scarcely different from all the times before. Just how damn strange and ironic was that?