Chapter 4480 — Fury-Fire Thousand-Blast Fist
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Half a sky of black qi and howling sand, half a sky of firelight piercing the heavens—such was the scene on the arena platform at this moment, and the shock and immense oppression it brought to everyone present left them speechless for a long while.
Faced with such astonishing might, not to mention those Gold Core-stage experts, even the escort agency higher-ups—every one of them Nascent Soul-stage masters—could not hide the shock on their faces, and cold sweat broke out unbidden in their hearts.
If it were they standing on that platform, facing either Wu Baoliang or Wei Zhao, they feared they would have already crumbled—might even have lost their lives.
At this moment everyone harbored the same question: were these two madmen on the platform really Gold Core-stage experts? Had the world gone insane?
"The same move?" Below the platform, Zhao Shanying was suddenly dazed, and at the same time Qi Mingyuan, Hai Wuliang, and the others on the judging panel had noticed it too.
Though at first glance the two sides of the platform looked utterly different, a careful observation and sensing would reveal that their moves were in fact cut from the same cloth—if not wholly identical, then certainly of the same root and origin. To put it concretely, one could well regard them as two versions of a single technique.
Those below who had caught on were merely shocked, but Wu Baoliang himself, as the party involved, was already churning with monstrous waves in his heart—the man was on the verge of going mad!
"Impossible! How could this brat know the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist?" Others could at best guess and suspect, but Wu Baoliang felt it with perfect clarity—the technique this brat opposite him was using was unmistakably a replica of his own Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist!
Had he not seen it with his own eyes, Wu Baoliang would never have believed such a thing could exist under heaven. Barely the time of a stick of incense ago, this brat had been defeated by his Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist, and now, in the blink of an eye, he was performing a passable replica of it—and the crux of it was that this was no mere posturing; the fellow could actually hold his own against him with it...
Such a thing would drive anyone mad. "Using a man's own methods against him"—that was a legend passed down only among mortal martial artists, something that could never happen to cultivators. Still less could it happen here on Cloud-Tier Island; in the past, anyone who voiced such a notion would have been dismissed as a lunatic and drowned in the spittle of everyone around him.
But now Wei Zhao had given Wu Baoliang—and everyone present—a vivid lesson, forcing them to reexamine an old saying: there is always someone above you, and always a heaven beyond heaven.
"Thank goodness, my guess was right after all—otherwise this would have been a real mess." At this moment Wei Zhao, standing amid the gigantic blaze, let out a long, foul breath, his heart surging with excitement.
To be honest, though he had run through and assembled the combination countless times in his mind, until just now Wei Zhao had had no confidence at all that he could actually pull it off. After all, he had never seen any technique like it before; even with the will to borrow from it, it was no easy matter.
With martial arts like the Fury-Fire Eight-Trigram Palm or the Fury-Fire Thousand Legs, all Wei Zhao had needed to do was find a way to mimic the activation method, and it would essentially come to hand—seventy percent imitation, thirty percent invention.
But the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist this time was different. Neither Wu Baoliang's black qi nor the howling sand could Wei Zhao fully replicate; apart from the single point of essence at the very core of the technique, everything else had to be improvised on the spot—a difficulty akin to scaling the heavens.