Chapter 4482 — Who Will Stand to the Last
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Wu Baoliang did not answer. He turned to Cheng Haonan instead, waiting for the leader of the Venom-Eye Mercenary Corps to speak.
"I have faith in the strategist's strength. Since he has asked for this himself, then let him settle this brat Ling Yi on his own," Cheng Haonan promptly said, going with the flow.
Unless it came to the absolute last resort, he would not personally step in to deal with Wei Zhao. Now that Wu Baoliang, this blade of his, still wanted another try, he had no reason whatsoever to step forward and stop him.
After all, whether Wu Baoliang won or lost next, it made no difference to him. As for the points and such—that was Long Kuiba's concern. What the hell did it have to do with Cheng Haonan?
"This... very well, then I'll leave it to the strategist," Long Kuiba had no choice but to give up the argument. Facing Wei Zhao's open challenge, the Dragon Boat Escort Agency had only two people it could truly rely on: one was Wu Baoliang, and the other was Cheng Haonan.
In the present situation, the stronger Cheng Haonan was naturally the more dependable choice—but now that even Cheng Haonan had said as much, what could he possibly do?
When all was said and done, they were allies drawn together by nothing but mutual interest. Over men like Cheng Haonan, he, Long Kuiba, the chief escort of the Dragon Boat Escort Agency, held not the slightest authority; he could only let them have their way.
Since it was Wu Baoliang going into battle again, then according to the rules he was entitled to the time of one stick of incense to recover. In that time he could not only restore his true qi, but also think over his strategy and act only after planning—at the very least, he could pull his frame of mind back together, and not charge back onto the platform still so hot-headed.
Yet what left everyone's jaws on the floor was this: never mind a stick of incense—Wu Baoliang could not endure even a single breath. The moment Long Kuiba and Cheng Haonan nodded, he charged without a word, brimming with murderous fury, straight into the ruins of the arena platform.
"Where did you steal this Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist from? Impossible—there's no way you know Mutual Annihilation of All Things, absolutely no way. This is my own unique technique!" Wu Baoliang jabbed a finger at Wei Zhao's nose, beside himself with rage.
No wonder he was so worked up. Put any normal person in his position, and they would likely be driven mad too—defeated by the very move they were proudest of. Especially since his opponent had not known it in the previous match, and then suddenly knew it in the next. How was a man supposed to live with that?
"Mutual Annihilation of All Things?" Wei Zhao was briefly taken aback, then shook his head mildly. "I don't know any Mutual Annihilation of All Things. But there's always a bigger fish—there are plenty of formidable people under heaven. Is it so strange that someone else can use your martial technique? 'Unique technique,' hah. You believe tall tales meant to fool three-year-olds? Has no one ever told you to eat something and nourish that brain of yours..."
"Waaah-yah-yah-yah! Go to hell!" Mocked so by Wei Zhao, Wu Baoliang—already beside himself—was instantly smoking from every orifice. Without waiting for the presiding judge to speak, the black qi on his body burst forth in a wild rampage. He had simply struck first.
"You're not young anymore—can't even take a joke, tsk tsk." Wei Zhao smiled with a face full of derision and slowly extended a fist. Blazing firelight likewise shot up into the sky.
The presiding judge was helpless at the sight. Seeing Wu Baoliang in this berserk state, for a moment he did not dare speak up to stop him, terrified that the man might vent his fury on him—and that he could not afford.