Chapter 4482 — Who Will Stand to the Last
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Originally, because the arena platform had been smashed to rubble, the five grandees of the judging panel had still been discussing whether to switch venues. But the moment they saw the stance these two had taken, they all tactfully dropped the discussion. Any replacement platform would just get wrecked the same way, so they might as well let them finish first. They promptly signaled the presiding judge to declare the match begun.
Half a sky of black qi and howling sand, half a sky of firelight piercing the heavens—the scene was a carbon copy of moments ago. The only difference was that Wu Baoliang was even less able to contain himself this time, and without a word went straight to detonating.
"You're courting death yourself—no one can stop you now," Wei Zhao said coldly, standing amid the firelight.
Even if his newly developed Fury-Fire Thousand-Blast Fist was not yet mastered, its lethality was certainly no joke. If Wu Baoliang fought at full power, he might still have some chance of holding his own; but in a state as hot-headed as this, it was no different from seeking death.
Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad—Wu Baoliang's present state was a living illustration of that saying.
Blast! At Wei Zhao's cold shout, the sky-piercing firelight swept forward with the force of withering rot, and in an instant swallowed the black qi and howling sand opposite utterly. Last time his foe had at least been able to struggle a little; this time, Wu Baoliang did not have the slightest room to resist—he was crushed by Wei Zhao beyond any doubt.
The sky-piercing firelight pressed closer and closer. Though it had not yet fully touched him, that searing heat grew more unbearable by the moment. Wu Baoliang's eyes flew wide, and he mumbled a few words from his mouth: "So... that's how it is..."
Only at this moment did he finally understand Wei Zhao's method. His own Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist used sand colliding against sand to produce sand explosions; Wei Zhao's Fury-Fire Thousand-Blast Fist, it turned out, used fire crystals colliding against each other!
Legend had it that any flame, once it reached a certain temperature, could undergo a mutation and form fire crystals of extraordinary temperature and immense energy. Even if they were as tiny as grains of sand, the destructive power hidden within them was absolutely nothing to scoff at.
Wu Baoliang could never in his wildest dreams have imagined that Wei Zhao's command of fire intent had reached such a consummate, almost divine level. Compared with his raging sand, the fire crystals Wei Zhao had condensed were not only more active and easier to control, but also more powerful!
No wonder the thing could produce a thousandfold blast; no wonder that, though it was plainly a knockoff of the Raging Sand Thousand-Blast Fist, its power far exceeded the genuine article. In that instant, Wu Baoliang understood everything.
Boundless terror flooded his heart. If he were given another chance to choose, Wu Baoliang would sooner die than ever face Wei Zhao again. Unfortunately, he had understood too late.
Those crystalline, translucent fire crystals had already clung to his body. They looked exquisite and beautiful, yet they were the death god's summons, the very things that took a man's life.
A sudden, thunderous roar burst forth, and the whole of Mo Leng City trembled without cease. Then the whole world fell silent.
Everyone in the arena stared wide-eyed, fixed on the ruins of the platform, waiting for the dust to settle. The two figures inside finally came into view: one was Wei Zhao, standing with hands folded behind him; the other was Wu Baoliang, sprawled on the ground spitting black smoke, plainly breathing out far more than he breathed in. (Fifth update of the day!) (To be continued...)