Chapter 4475 — Frenzied Slaughter of a Thousand Blasts
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Who would have thought that today, against a mere mid-stage Golden Core, there would be a hitch! No wonder this brat had been able to cripple a good hand like old Kong, at the peak of early Nascent Soul—he did seem to have some real skill after all.
Still, this was far from enough!
Killing intent congealed in Wu Baoliang's slanted triangular yin-yang eyes. Wherever the black qi shrouded was a domain he could command with his will. The savage sand currents began whirling ever faster around Wei Zhao, and soon formed a vast vortex of frenzied sand, with Wei Zhao situated precisely at its center, unable to advance or retreat.
An ominous premonition welled up in Wei Zhao's heart without warning. Even without touching the sand, he knew this thing must be exceedingly perilous—certainly not as simple as ordinary yellow sand.
Anything at all, once its speed reaches the extreme, can kill with ease—even a single grain of sand. The same principle underlies plucking a leaf or flinging a flower; how much more so a raging vortex of frenzied sand like this.
In such a situation, no matter how exquisite and nimble Wei Zhao's body technique, it was impossible for him to pass through the frenzied sand vortex unscathed. Before the other man unleashed his assault, there was only one sound response: to force his way out.
At such a moment there must be no hesitation whatsoever. Wei Zhao understood this well; without a word he at once gathered his true qi and struck out with the thirty-first form of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm—his most devastating martial technique at present. Whether he could break through the siege, success or failure, all hinged on this single blow.
Boom! The onlookers outside heard only a sudden thunderous crash. As to what had actually happened on the platform, they could not perceive at all, and could only crane their necks in anticipation, exchanging glances.
Within the black qi and frenzied sand, Wu Baoliang's expression changed abruptly. This brat had actually torn his frenzied sand vortex apart by main force!
For a moment, even Wu Baoliang could not help but look at Wei Zhao with new eyes. The darting and weaving before could be put down to cleverness, but this blow had been a straight clash of strength against strength. Even those peak early Nascent Soul experts would find it hard to produce such astonishing destructive power. This Ling Yi, who had appeared from some unknown corner, was evidently no small matter after all.
One palm blast had carved out a passage, and the tightness in Wei Zhao's chest eased at once. He hurried to seize the chance and withdraw. If even this had failed, then today he would truly have been in danger.
With Wei Zhao's ultimate trump card, no matter how powerful the opponent, so long as he was given enough time to build up his power, he would inevitably have the last laugh in the end—of that there was no doubt.
Yet just at that moment, Wu Baoliang's cold shout came from afar: "Detonate!"
Wei Zhao's hair stood on end in an instant, and only then did he suddenly realize the name of his opponent's move: it was not the Frenzied Sand Fist but the Frenzied Sand Thousand Blasts Fist. Everything before had been mere groundwork; the crucial part was this word "detonate"—that was where the true lethality lay.
Unfortunately, to grasp it only now was, by any reckoning, too late.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
A succession of thunderous roars, like a string of dense firecrackers, rang out through the entire Moleng Plaza in an instant. Everyone present wore expressions of alarm, staring at the platform with faces of dread, so shocked that their jaws hung open for a long while.
Shrouded as it was in black qi, what exactly was happening on the platform remained unknown to them—but after all, many among those present were seasoned and well-informed, and the power behind a shock of such intensity could be guessed at even with one's toes.