Chapter 4486 — Wei Zhao Wounded
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Yet in the very next instant, Wei Zhao's movement made Cheng Haonan's eyelid twitch sharply: a familiar blazing firelight shot skyward, and Wei Zhao had actually unleashed the Mad Fire Thousand Explosions Fist—the very move that had just finished off Wu Baoliang!
Though it was a new technique he had only recently mastered, in terms of raw power the Mad Fire Thousand Explosions Fist clearly surpassed the Mad Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, his former forte; it was enough to replace it as his hidden ace. Now that they had reached this life-or-death juncture, it was precisely the moment to reveal his strongest card.
The Mad Fire Thousand Explosions Fist opened with tremendous force, and at this moment Cheng Haonan was far too close to Wei Zhao—he was swallowed up almost instantly, with not the slightest chance to react.
Watching the two figures blur into the skyward flames, the crowd below could not help but erupt in an uproar. Wei Zhao's earlier one-move obliteration of Wu Baoliang had left far too deep an impression on them; in an instant their views shifted wholesale. What use had Cheng Haonan's earlier advantage been?
The man held a powerful trump card sufficient to turn the whole match around; no matter how great the earlier advantage, it was all so much drifting cloud...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A ceaseless chain of thunderous roars once again rang through the whole of Devil Cold City. Having witnessed the three shocking duels just now, the crowd had grown used to such earth-shaking scenes, yet they could not help but show expressions of awe—after all, if it were they up there facing such a terrifying technique, death would be certain, with not one chance of survival.
Everyone assumed the match would end here, that Cheng Haonan would follow in Wu Baoliang's footsteps—but just then, someone suddenly cried out in alarm: "Look!"
Following where the man pointed, every gaze in the crowd fell as one upon a single figure at the very center of the arena. Unable to make out the features clearly, they could not tell whether it was Wei Zhao or Cheng Haonan—but one thing was rather strange: a faint layer of black qi seemed to radiate from this person's body.
The feeling this black qi gave off was exactly the same as Wu Baoliang's earlier, though on a far smaller scale. Wu Baoliang's black qi had blotted out the heavens and covered the earth, whereas this person's black qi formed only a thin layer barely cloaking his surroundings. What use it had was still unknown, but at least it let the crowd below see a little more clearly.
The Mad Fire Thousand Explosions Fist was now at full blazing power, yet the figure shrouded in black qi darted to and fro across the arena like a phantom, his speed truly leaving the onlookers dumbstruck.
And most speechless of all, though this figure could not completely evade the Thousandfold Blasts, he successfully dodged more than eighty percent of them. Such godlike reaction speed left even the likes of Zhao Shanying, Hai Wuliang, and Qi Mingyuan unable to do anything but concede inferiority!
Without question, this black-qi-shrouded figure was none other than Cheng Haonan. Apart from lacking a powerful martial-technique trump card like the Mad Sand Thousand Explosions Fist, the strength he displayed in every other respect was absolutely top-tier—especially his body arts, built chiefly on ordinary punches and kicks. He was a veritable monster, truly awe-inspiring.
To trade blows with Wei Zhao—who was unleashing one powerful martial technique after another—using only ordinary body arts, and even to gain the upper hand and suppress Wei Zhao on every front: that in itself was already outrageous. But now, Cheng Haonan had truly shown them what it meant that there is no strongest—only stronger.