Chapter 4457 — Have You All Lost Your Minds
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
The smug look returned to Wu Conglong's face. He did not know what devilish scheme the Qingtian Escort Agency was hatching, but brute force overcomes tenfold cleverness—before absolute strength, all plots and tricks were nothing but a joke.
Unfortunately, Wu Conglong had forgotten one thing: judged by the true strength of both sides on the arena, the Wuma Escort Agency held no advantage at all. It was only the Qingtian Escort Agency's earlier desperate flight that had given him this subconscious illusion.
Without any need for Wei Zhao's orders, the other four Qingtian fighters, who had been left unguarded on the arena, instantly abandoned their previous head-clutching scramble and joined forces without hesitation—so swift was the change that jaws dropped. Their target: the strongest of the Wuma fighters, the one at the peak of Nascent Soul!
A moment before it had been a farce, and then in an instant the situation on the arena turned utterly tense. Everyone below the arena widened their eyes, afraid to miss a single moment of this fine show.
What had begun as five against one had in a flash become four against one on each side, for the Wuma fighter who had been marked would surely have his hands full, and at a glance it looked to be a race to see who could trade pieces first.
But there was a difference: should the trade truly happen, the Qingtian Escort Agency would lose their weakest late-Nascent Soul fighter, while the Wuma Escort Agency would lose their strongest peak-Nascent Soul—by any reckoning, a staggering loss!
"Hmph, you think that will frighten us? What a joke—let's eat the meat in our mouths first and talk later!" Wu Conglong was neither alarmed nor afraid. This was a situation others might fear, but the Wuma Escort Agency did not—true to their一贯 iron-blooded style, they would absolutely hold their ground under pressure, first finish off that late-Nascent Soul opponent, then turn around and strike back.
The weakest late-Nascent Soul fighter could not withstand a combined blow from several men, but the strongest peak-Nascent Soul fighter had at least a fifty percent chance of preserving his life; even if gravely wounded, it would still be a five-against-four advantage.
Few would dare take such a fifty-fifty risk—but the fighters Wu Conglong had ceaselessly indoctrinated were absolutely the exception, for after all, they had been raised as expendable die-hards.
Unexpectedly, at these words of Wu Conglong's, Wei Zhao, not far across the arena, curled the corner of his mouth very slightly. "Is that so?"
"How pitifully ignorant..." Wu Conglong wanted to retort, but before he had gotten out more than a few words, the five Wuma fighters on the arena suddenly shrank back in unison. They had, for the moment, let the Qingtian fighter trapped in the corner go, and instead faced the four behind them in wary confrontation.
"Have you all lost your minds? Retreat at a time like this? Do you dare defy even your chief escort's orders?" Wu Conglong flew into a rage, and the spectators outside the arena broke into an uproar as well. Defying orders was something that never happened in the Wuma Escort Agency—so how was one to explain this scene that so plainly slapped Wu Conglong across the face?
Hearing Wu Conglong's roar, the five Wuma fighters on the arena, especially the peak-Nascent Soul leader, could not help but shrink their necks in dread and terror. Originally he too had meant to hold his ground under pressure, to take the opportunity first to finish off one of the opponent's late-Nascent Soul fighters—and not only he, but every fighter who came out of Wuma possessed such resolve. (To be continued)