Chapter 4607 — Mid-Stage Nascent Soul!
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"Hmph. The old saying goes that even when you beat a dog, you spare a thought for its master. You dare lay hands on my men right in front of me—seems you're ready to have it out with me, is that it? I've seen my share of arrogant fools, but a blockhead this blind to everyone around him is a first for me!" Ma Dangfeng's face darkened further. Wei Zhao's little display was nothing remarkable in his eyes, but the fact that the man had dared to send his underling flying meant, as far as he was concerned, a declaration of open war.
"Heh, you flatter me. I'd say that appraisal is better kept for yourself." Wei Zhao shook his head faintly, utterly unbothered, his expression still as mild as a passing cloud. "The Rookie King, is it? Oh—hello there, Rookie King. But even if you are the Rookie King, there's no need to put on such airs, is there? Even I, whom people call the king of putting on airs, can only bow in admiration."
"Putting on airs?" Ma Dangfeng shot an involuntary glance at his underling, still howling beneath the crowd's trampling feet, and thought to himself, Who in the hell is putting on airs here? Truly worthy of the title king of putting on airs. He sneered. "I hear you were the Rookie King of the last intake?"
"Oh, that's ancient history. I haven't been Rookie King for many a year. Hearing it said aloud always gives me the feeling I'm pretending to be young—people will laugh." Wei Zhao smiled slightly, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
The onlookers outside the door burst into a roar of laughter at this. Watching the sparks between the two sides grow thicker by the moment, any sane person could tell that the two generations of Rookie Kings were bound to fight today; some eager soul in the outer crowd had even opened a betting pool. Most believed Ma Dangfeng, the Nascent Soul Rookie King, had the better odds—but as for bearing and presence, Wei Zhao was plainly the superior of the two.
"You—" Amid the crowd's laughter, Ma Dangfeng could not shake the feeling of being played for a monkey. He knew he would gain no advantage trading barbs, and could only say in a fury of embarrassment, "Clever talk gets you nowhere—that's the resort of trash. You and I are both Rookie Kings, and since we've happened to meet today, do you dare accept my challenge?"
At that moment only one thought filled Ma Dangfeng's mind: strength alone is the king's road. Once he had this fellow ground beneath his heel, he would like to see whether the man could still smile!
"They call you a madman, and they're not wrong at all. I've got nothing better to do than accept your challenge? You bite at the sight of anyone—don't tell me you've got rabies. If you're sick, go get treated. Don't delay." Wei Zhao frowned slightly, then without another word abruptly released the full force of his aura. The mighty presence of a peak early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator instantly cowed everyone around him.
Wei Zhao had always made a habit of concealing his strength, but peak early-stage Nascent Soul was at most his strength on paper; there was no harm in others knowing it. He might as well lay it bare and overawe this posturing clown. After all, he had only just returned to the North Island and could not be bothered to waste effort on pointless conflict with a brat like Ma Dangfeng who did not know the height of the heavens. Better to scare him off and be done with it.
For Wei Zhao, gathering with this band of brothers was the real business at hand, and he also needed to find time to make a trip to the Rag King's side to see how the casting pool was faring now. Where would he find the leisure to trade nonsense with the likes of Ma Dangfeng...