Chapter 4338 — Slapping Down a Nascent Soul
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Last time, he and Huang Xiaotao had launched a sudden ambush on Old Kong. This time Wei Zhao was alone, yet he still made the same choice—something Old Kong could never in a thousand years have anticipated.
On the surface, it had looked like an attack on Cheng Qitian; everything was so convincing, so perfectly natural. Old Kong had not hesitated for an instant before throwing all his strength into shielding Cheng Qitian—never imagining that it was nothing but a feint.
In that moment, because Old Kong had devoted all his attention to Cheng Qitian, he himself was virtually undefended; he had not even released his body-protecting true qi. One truly could not say whether to call him too straightforward, or simply too **.
Boom! Caught utterly off guard, the materialized Eight-Trigram Fire Palm struck Old Kong squarely in the chest—and that was not the end of it. Wei Zhao followed up at once with a maximally powered Wild Fire Thousand Legs, and before the eyes of all the many people on the dock, he beat Old Kong—a lofty peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert—so badly that the man had no power to fight back at all!
Watching helplessly as Old Kong was kicked flying, slammed hard onto the ground, spitting blood, his life or death unknown, everyone present drew a sharp, collective breath. When they looked at Wei Zhao again, their eyes had changed completely—as though they were looking at a monster.
Experts abounded among those present, and in that instant just now, many of them had also seen Wei Zhao's strength: roughly mid-stage Golden Core, by the look of it.
Yet it was this mid-stage Golden Core expert who, in full view of the crowd, had in a single exchange beaten Old Kong—a great peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert—into such a state. Everyone could not help but ask the same question: had this world gone mad?
Glancing at the bedraggled Old Kong on the ground, Wei Zhao judged that whether the man lived or died, at the very least he would not be able to recover his strength for several months. Even Wei Zhao himself was rather surprised. In his expectations, injuring the man in a single exchange would already have counted as a fine result; he had never thought he would cripple him outright. It had gone so smoothly it was almost hard to believe.
This could only be explained by two reasons: first, Wei Zhao's own strength was now far beyond what it had been; second, Old Kong, that peak early-stage Nascent Soul expert, was simply too straightforward—downright **...
"Ah!" A shriek suddenly erupted from the rear of the crowd, and then a panicked figure was seen fleeing the dock for dear life—it was none other than Cheng Qitian.
Recovering his face was secondary now. The only question this lofty young master of the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps had to consider at this moment was whether he could escape alive back to the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps headquarters!
If even Old Kong had proved so utterly vulnerable before the other man, then he—a late-stage Golden Core expert whose strength was far inferior—was trembling to his very core. If the other caught up with him, there could be only one outcome: death. No matter how formidable his father Cheng Haonan might be, it would be of no help whatsoever.
As for Old Kong, whose life or death was unknown, Cheng Qitian could not spare him a thought at all. With his own little life barely hanging on, who the hell had time to care whether a subordinate like that lived or died?
Watching Cheng Qitian's fleeing back, Wei Zhao gave a cold smile, but showed no intention of setting off in pursuit. It was not that he dared not kill this Cheng Qitian—it was simply that there was no need to push matters to the absolute extreme all at once.