Chapter 4480 — Fury-Fire Thousand-Blast Fist
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Fortunately, the formidable foundation of the Five Elements and Seven Attributes was no mere decoration. Add to that his powerful creativity, and the fact that he had deliberately held back from striking just now, instead placing himself once more within the black qi and howling sand to observe and feel it out—after verifying his conjecture, Wei Zhao had in the end successfully brought forth the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist.
Of course, after such a transformation, this move could no longer be counted a pure Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist. Wei Zhao decided to give it a more fitting name: the Fury-Fire Thousand-Blast Fist.
Watching the opponent's momentum swell ever greater, the giant blaze occupying more and more of the platform's territory, Wu Baoliang at last could no longer sit still. If he let this continue, his authentic Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist might truly end up losing to the other's knockoff.
"Bluffing! It must be bluffing!" Wu Baoliang suddenly burst into a cackling, neurotic laugh, his blurred figure shrouded in black qi and howling sand growing ever more eerie and sinister as he roared, "You stupid ape aping a tiger! So what if you can imitate an appearance? It is all hollow show—you think that frightens me? Heh heh, you do not understand the essence of the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist at all. To pit such a piddling trick against me—you are hopelessly, incurably foolish!"
Hearing this, the crowd below could not help but frown. Though Wei Zhao's sudden production of this move was indeed shocking enough, they still believed Wu Baoliang had the greater chance of victory—this was, after all, the authentic original, and in a true clash there was no reason it should lose to a knockoff improvised on the spot.
But now, seeing Wu Baoliang in this hysterical state, the crowd quietly began to change their view.
In a duel between experts, nothing is more taboo than a restless, agitated mind. Whether Wei Zhao had known this move all along or improvised it, whether he had only its outward form or truly grasped its essence, at least judging by the fact that Wu Baoliang had lost his composure, Wei Zhao had clearly seized a sliver of the upper hand.
Amid the crowd's murmuring, Wu Baoliang's mad cackle rang out from the platform once more: "So you want to imitate, do you? Then I shall be merciful and teach you properly what the essence of the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist really is—blow!"
With Wu Baoliang's wild laughter, the familiar thunderous boom erupted out of thin air on the platform once again. This time he held nothing back, to the point that even the platform, layered with powerful defensive formations, could scarcely bear it—great cracks visible to the naked eye were blasted open, spreading rapidly until they densely covered the entire platform.
Full power unleashed, a thousand sands in wild explosion—this was the true essence of the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist!
Even though Wei Zhao had imitated it convincingly, Wu Baoliang simply did not believe the fellow could truly grasp this most vital essence. This was no ordinary skill, after all: it required not only mastery of the key tricks but also specialized training—decades of bitter cultivation at the very least, enough to reach the requisite level, before one could hope to succeed.
Wu Baoliang's confidence was not without cause, for to reach this step one must first have mastered another prerequisite martial art of the utmost importance—All Things Slay One Another.