Chapter 4509 — Do You Know How It Ends?
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"Oh? You know, do you have any idea how things turned out for all the people who made a habit of mocking me as a posturing tyrant?" Wei Zhao was in no hurry at all. Facing Cheng Haonan's full-bore eruption without the slightest fear, he fled backward to keep his distance while asking, mild as a drifting cloud.
"I don't know, and I don't want to!" Cheng Haonan sneered, his face twisted. In his eyes Wei Zhao was already a dead man, and he had no interest in wasting words on a corpse.
"Heh. Then let me be merciful and tell you. I'm soft-hearted, you see—I'd hate for you to die with your eyes open. They're all dead." Wei Zhao still wore his easy smile, the mockery on his face plain for all to see.
At this sight the whole hall could not help but look strange. Even Qi Wenmo and the others were certain Wei Zhao's odds were grim—who would have thought that at a moment like this he still had the heart to yank Cheng Haonan's chain...
Was this the boldness of a master's skill, or was it a man who knew doom was upon him and meant to feast his tongue one last time before he died?
"Hmph! At a time like this, big talk is all you've got left. If you're so capable, then why run? Hurry up and finish me!" Cheng Haonan cackled on and on, though a flicker of surprise stirred in his heart—Wei Zhao's footwork and speed seemed somehow different from yesterday's.
In yesterday's ring duel, the boy's movement arts had been exquisite, to be sure, and far faster than those of ordinary experts—but compared with Cheng Haonan himself, they still fell short. Otherwise he would not have spent the whole fight pinned and pummeled.
And now, besides, he had opened his full blackened state, his speed surging by a huge margin. In theory he ought to have closed the distance in an instant. Yet now, three full breaths had passed, and though the gap between them had narrowed somewhat, it was nothing pronounced.
Stranger still, the faint, half-there pulse of true qi emanating from Wei Zhao struck Cheng Haonan as oddly... like his own. Such a bizarre phenomenon had never once appeared yesterday.
"Could it be..." The thought that Wu Baoliang had died beneath a Wild Fire Thousand Bursts Fist identical to his own Wild Sand Thousand Bursts Fist sent a jolt through Cheng Haonan. Hard as it was to believe, if it had happened once it could happen twice—perhaps the boy truly possessed that fearsome ability to turn a man's own way against him, and had even stolen his top-tier body art!
The more he thought, the more his heart quailed, and Cheng Haonan's confidence drained away. Yesterday he had been able to suppress Wei Zhao on every front solely because the gulf between them in body art was so vast. Once that advantage was gone, even if he could still beat Wei Zhao, it was bound to become desperately hard.
This was no mere rabble, after all. This was a man who could blast Wu Baoliang head-on into oblivion. Against an expert of that caliber, even Cheng Haonan could capsize in a ditch if he was careless!
Seeing Cheng Haonan's face shift and darken by turns, Wei Zhao knew the man had caught on. He stopped hiding it at once. Without another word he unleashed the newly assembled Super Butterfly Microstep at full power, and his footwork and speed surged another notch—the distance that had been steadily closing was instantly torn open by several body-lengths.
"So it's true!" Cheng Haonan had now fully confirmed his suspicion. He was so furious he howled and yowled, both eyes spitting fire. This was not only his chance to avenge his son Cheng Qitian—it was the tribute of allegiance for his induction under the Old Sect of the Western Mountains. Killing Wei Zhao was the bare minimum, a thing to be plucked from his grasp at will—how could he permit any mishap?
The black qi around him abruptly thickened, and at the same time began to show signs of running out of control. Cheng Haonan's speed finally surged anew. He was risking everything.