Chapter 4465 — I'm Fine
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The Vulture was a speed specialist, and both men were at Gold Core consummate—even if he could not beat Qi Wenmo one-on-one, holding him off for a short while should pose no great problem. And if the Falcon turned to help, they could form a three-against-three; slightly superior in strength, finishing off the enemy's peak late-stage Gold Core first would be no hard task—it would merely require a little risk.
Zhao Shanying had not wanted to take any risk at all; his plan had been simply to use his superior strength and crush the opponent head-on. But now it was plain he no longer had that confidence.
Sensing their intent, Qi Wenmo was briefly taken aback, then at once moved to intercept the Xuanying escort known as the Falcon. But the man would not entangle himself with him at all; with the Vulture covering at his side, Qi Wenmo had no way to stop him unless he were willing to trade wounds with him in a fight to the death.
A flicker passed through Qi Wenmo's eyes, tinged with hesitation and struggle. By his hard-natured temperament, in any other circumstances he would never have let the Falcon slip away so easily—but this was the Escort Agency Gathering, and he himself was the single most crucial link deciding victory or defeat. Risking himself was all very well at other times, but at this moment it must not be done.
"Brother Qi, hold nothing back!" At that moment Wei Zhao spoke in a soft, sharp voice from below the arena.
Qi Wenmo was briefly startled, then his spirit flared at once. Heedless of everything else, he sprang after the Falcon and, raising his hand, delivered a Soul-Severing Palm at its fullest power—his ultimate trump card!
This sudden strike left the whole crowd clicking their tongues in astonishment, and the Xuanying escorts on the arena—above all the Falcon, who felt that savage killing intent at his back—were thrown into utter shock.
"A fine chance—join forces and strike back!" Zhao Shanying, entirely unruffled, bellowed. He seemed to have foreseen it all along. Sending the Falcon to help on the other side had indeed been his intention—but at the same time it had carried another meaning: luring the snake from its hole.
And now it appeared this move had clearly succeeded.
The moment Zhao Shanying's voice fell, the two Xuanying escorts nearest Qi Wenmo on the arena—the Vulture and the Falcon—struck at once, each unleashing his strongest martial technique upon him.
The Falcon, locked onto by Qi Wenmo's Soul-Severing Palm, was executing Zhao Shanying's order at the absolute risk of his life. That palm would bring him not merely grave injury but quite possibly death on the spot—yet still he did it, so great was Zhao Shanying's prestige in their hearts.
No simple opponent indeed! Wei Zhao cast Zhao Shanying an admiring glance. At this moment Qi Wenmo's situation on the arena was desperately dangerous—he faced the full counterattack of two experts of his own level, and at this rate there was nearly a nine-in-ten chance he would be beaten to death where he stood.
Yet Wei Zhao showed no sign of anxiety, still calm as ever.
Amid a gasp from the whole crowd, Qi Wenmo and his two opponents had already completed their exchange of killing blows—neither side offsetting the other in the slightest, every strike landing squarely upon its target!
Bang! The Falcon took Qi Wenmo's Soul-Severing Palm and did not even manage a groan; like a kite with its string cut he was blasted clean off the arena, not a sound escaping him, his life or death unknown.
But at the same time Qi Wenmo was scarcely better off. After all, he had not only taken the Falcon's killing blow; a ferociously savage claw had also struck him from behind—the Vulture's strike, seizing his moment.