Chapter 4458 — The Exchange Sacrifice Strategy
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"All right." Though Qi Wenmo was itching with impatience, he had said he would leave everything to Wei Zhao, so naturally he would not butt in. Whatever Wei Zhao said, they would do.
"Outrageous! A pack of outrages! Have you all turned my words into wind past your ears? Do you mean to go back and taste the family law? Hurry up and join forces to finish one of them!" Wu Conglong was still stamping and raging below the arena.
At the words "family law," the five Wuma escorts on the arena gave a sudden start and dared not dawdle another instant. They hastily shook off the stray thoughts crowding their minds, mustered their strength anew, and hemmed one Qingtian escort into a corner—still that same late-Golden-Core fighter.
At the same time, the four Qingtian escorts left unharassed fixed their sights on the enemy's strongest, the Golden Core consummate master, in a repeat of what had just happened.
"Kill him! Kill him!" Fearing another mishap, Wu Conglong bellowed, urging them on.
Even as he urged them, the four Qingtian escorts' powerful techniques were already poised, the arrow on the string, the moment hanging by a thread. The Wuma escorts—above all their leader, the Golden Core consummate master—hesitated, but cowed by Wu Conglong's tyranny, they ultimately stiffened their resolve and struck.
"Time to come down," Wei Zhao suddenly ordered from the sidelines. Then, before everyone's watching eyes, just as the Wuma escorts launched their full assault, the cornered Qingtian escort unhurriedly leaped down from the arena at the very last moment, leaving every one of their attacks to fall on empty air.
At the same time, the Wuma Agency's Golden Core consummate master instead took the full-force blows of the four remaining Qingtian escorts all at once; caught mid-hesitation, he was struck in every vital point and died on the spot!
In an instant, the whole arena fell utterly silent, and at the sidelines Wu Conglong's face turned unspeakably grim, black as the bottom of a pot.
On the Qingtian Escort Agency's side, leaping from the arena counted as forfeiting, so they lost one late-Golden-Core fighter. On the Wuma Escort Agency's side, however, a Golden Core consummate master had been struck dead on the spot.
A textbook exchange sacrifice—but anyone could see that this time the Wuma Escort Agency had come off far the worse!
After the long attrition before, the morale of the Wuma escorts on the arena had in truth already been worn down near to nothing. Otherwise, had their morale still blazed as before, they would not have wavered just now, much less hesitated and botched the moment.
And now, having swallowed such a heavy loss—especially after being toyed with so thoroughly—their morale plunged to rock bottom in an instant, and for a while they simply did not know which way to turn.
"Feign weakness, retreat when the enemy advances, wear down their morale, then break them with a single strike—Brother Ling, you've grasped the essence of the art of war!" Qi Wenmo's eyes flashed again and again. He was a connoisseur, which was how he could see it so clearly; anyone else would mostly have been awed without understanding, wondering how the Qingtian Escort Agency, scurrying about in such a sorry state, had somehow gained the upper hand out of nowhere.
"Young Master Ling, was the strategy you laid out from the very beginning an exchange sacrifice?" Steward Song, who had kept silent all this while, spoke up—a rare occurrence.
"Indeed. Against a tough opponent like the Wuma Escort Agency, brute force wounds us too much; this exchange sacrifice, lopsided in our favor as it is, is just the thing to break their morale," Wei Zhao said with a nod. (To be continued) R752