Chapter 4509 — Do You Know How It Ends?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
What choice did he have? His speed came purely from his top-tier body art; he had never trained any profound movement technique of his own. Wei Zhao, by contrast, was a classic speed specialist, and now with the Super Butterfly Microstep he had sprouted wings—in this state alone he was faster than his opponent in full blackened form.
Of course, this was also because Wei Zhao had just broken through to the peak of mid-Golden Core. His base strength had risen by a notch, and now with the Super Butterfly Microstep added atop it, the two stacked together, the increase was naturally no small thing.
What was more, the same technique in different hands produced effects worlds apart. In top-tier body art and super-limit body art, Cheng Haonan was plainly the genuine article—yet now that he had run into a freak like Wei Zhao, the effect made him look like the knockoff. Who was he supposed to complain to about that?
Cheng Haonan was on the verge of spitting blood—not purely from rage, but because he had forced it out of himself.
The full blackened state was already the limit of what he could normally command. Now, to catch Wei Zhao quickly, he had pushed further at any cost. His speed was greater, yes, but he had taken no small internal injury in the doing. To leave a good impression in the heart of the Old Sect of the Western Mountains, he was trading his very life for speed.
"Stall him a little longer and I could wear him down to death, worse luck." Wei Zhao shook his head at the sight. One night's work had let him study the blackened state inside out, so of course he knew exactly what condition Cheng Haonan was in. Were it not for the Old Sect of the Western Mountains eyeing him like a tiger from the sidelines, he would have had every chance to play Cheng Haonan to death in this state.
As things stood, though, with Cheng Haonan rapidly closing the gap again, he could not afford to tangle with the man too long. Even if he killed Cheng Haonan today, he would have no way to get clear afterward.
For all that Wei Zhao's strength had grown alarmingly of late, the chasm between them was plain to see. However heaven-defying he might be, he could not possibly escape from beneath a mountain-opening titan of a heretic cultivator—he was only at the peak of mid-Golden Core, after all, not the peak of mid-Nascent Soul...
At any rate, getting away was the only thing that mattered—and that was exactly what Wei Zhao had been quietly scheming and planning from the very moment Cheng Haonan appeared.
"Wahaha! Weren't you the fast one? Let's see you run now!" Cheng Haonan, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, laughed wildly in smug triumph. He had caught the bastard at last!
"Run?" They were close enough to touch, yet Wei Zhao suddenly blinked, his expression unfathomable. "You think I was running because of you? Forget this life—next life, do pay a little more attention..."
"Bullshit—" Cheng Haonan was just about to sneer some victor's taunt when he saw Wei Zhao suddenly push one palm flat toward him. To a body-art expert versed in both inner and outer cultivation like himself, it looked wrong no matter how he turned it over in his mind. What killing power could such a slow, dawdling palm possibly have?
But when Wei Zhao's hand opened fully and he felt the thing in his palm—a mass tiny in size yet purple to the point of black—Cheng Haonan's face changed on the spot. His pupils flared wide, and his expression turned to one of boundless terror and savagery. (To be continued.)