Chapter 4486 — Wei Zhao Wounded
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Seeing his opponent pass through the Thousandfold Blasts swift as a demon god, drawing ever closer, Wei Zhao's eyes abruptly narrowed. He dared hold nothing back any longer; without hesitation he gathered all the fire crystals condensed within the skyward flames into the space between them, then detonated them all at once!
This was in fact extremely dangerous. Though the explosions of the fire crystals were all under the control of Wei Zhao's will, he himself was not fully immune to that incomparable, terrifying destructive force—he would likewise be caught in the blast. It was only that, with Mad Fire currently cloaking his whole body, he could to some degree be exempted from part of the damage.
Even so, this remained a genuinely risky move; injury to himself was unavoidable—a perfect case of wounding the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of one's own. Unless driven to the absolute end of his rope, Wei Zhao would never do such a thing.
But at this point, he had no other choice.
Boom! A thunderous crash of the highest order shook not only the whole of Devil Cold City, but sent towering waves surging even through the outer Devil Cold Sea—a horrifying scene of an approaching tsunami and impending doom, so that those still lingering unknowingly out at sea scrambled in panic, clutching their heads, terrified of becoming sacrifices buried in the ocean.
If even the outer waters were like this, the spectators gathered close at hand in Devil Cold Plaza could hardly be spared; caught in the blast of qi surging wildly from the arena, the whole crowd was thrown into utter confusion, and those of lesser strength even turned pale and coughed up mouthfuls of blood, shaken into internal injuries outright.
The Southern Continent Escort Agency Grand Gathering had been held for many years, and life-and-death duels in the arena had long since become commonplace; among them there had been no shortage of eye-catching clashes between titans. Yet even in five-on-five team battles, such terrifying commotion had never been produced—and never before had anyone heard of a spectator suffering internal injuries just from watching a match.
It must be said: this year's Southern Continent Escort Agency Grand Gathering was destined to go down in the annals. At the very least, Golden Core-stage experts of the caliber of Wei Zhao, Cheng Haonan, and Wu Baoliang were absolutely unprecedented—and in all likelihood never to be repeated; it would be hard for anyone to stand shoulder to shoulder with them again.
Amid the chaos, the skyward flames over the arena suddenly dimmed, and then a figure was seen flying backward, crashing down among the panicked crowd and setting off a fresh wave of commotion and uproar.
"Brother Ling!" Qi Wenmo's eyelid twitched; he rushed over at once to support the man—it was Wei Zhao.
"I'm fine," Wei Zhao said with a somewhat forced smile. After casting a deep look at Cheng Haonan on the arena, he immediately sat down cross-legged to heal his injuries.
In truth, the injuries he had taken this time were far more serious than when Wu Baoliang had struck him down before. After all, on that earlier occasion he had taken the precaution of shielding himself thoroughly with true qi in advance, and Wu Baoliang had not gone all out either. This time, however, he had suffered backlash from his own use of the Mad Fire Thousand Explosions Fist; even had he wished to guard against it, he could not have done so completely, so the injuries were naturally far heavier.
Fortunately, this time he had not been struck head-on by Cheng Haonan, but rather shaken by his own last-moment Thousandfold Blast; so as long as he healed in time, it would not be a serious problem.
The injuries were not the issue. The real question now was: what was to be done next?