Chapter 4803 — The Fight Goes On
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Meanwhile, Leng Rufeng was closing in step by step, and the ice blade in his hand had grown ever more vast and terrifying without his even noticing. By now it stretched a full ten zhang across, more than enough to sweep half the arena in a single casual pass. Even with Wei Zhao's speed, dodging it cleanly would be no easy feat.
He could see the man was about to bring the blade down again. Last time he had escaped only by sheer surprise. A second time, there was no telling whether he would come away whole. In that desperate instant, a sudden flash of inspiration lit Wei Zhao's mind. He had it!
Before Leng Rufeng could swing again, a blue arc of lightning flared to life in Wei Zhao's palm. The sight genuinely startled Leng Rufeng. With his blade force already formed, he feared nothing—nothing, that was, except lightning arts.
For whether it was the icy wilderness all around him or the ice blade in his hand, both were excellent conductors. He could cleave the five-element killing aura in two with a single stroke, but he could never cleave lightning, not without sending it racing even faster into his own body!
This brat has no end of tricks up his sleeve! For the first time, Leng Rufeng began to regard Wei Zhao with real seriousness. If the boy had brought out his lightning art from the very start, then even if he could not have fought him head-on, he would at least have had a fighting chance, and would not have been so thoroughly humiliated a moment ago.
Watching the electric arc leaping in Wei Zhao's palm, Leng Rufeng's first instinct was to withdraw his blade. The giant ice sword he had gathered was a tremendous means of pressuring Wei Zhao—but at the same time, it was a natural target. Wei Zhao did not even need to strike at him directly; he need only fling the arc onto that giant blade, and the blow would land regardless.
That was precisely what Wei Zhao had in mind. A ghostly blue light streaked out, and the arc leapt onto the giant ice blade in an instant. Yet at the same moment, Leng Rufeng's reaction stunned him: instead of discarding the blade, the man simply swept it across regardless of everything, with all the manner of a man staking his life.
The man is a ruthless bastard! Wei Zhao's expression changed, and he hurriedly employed the Transcendent Butterfly Microstep to evade. But the ice blade was simply too vast, and here at the arena's edge his room to maneuver was limited. At his present speed, there was no chance of dodging cleanly; even if he managed to avoid the blade itself, he could never escape the terrible blade force that followed in its wake!
Boom! Wei Zhao was instantly crushed to the ground beneath the blade force, the impact hammering out a human-shaped crater, and then he spat out a great mouthful of blood. His internal injuries were severe.
At the same time, Leng Rufeng across from him was caught as well. The lightning power raced along the giant ice blade and invaded his body in an instant, and a numbness seized him from head to foot. Even his frozen expression, unchanged for ten thousand years, turned rather more colorful for it.
Yet after a moment, once the lightning power in his body had dissipated entirely, Leng Rufeng did not collapse. Apart from a lingering numbness, he was essentially unharmed. Looking coldly down at Wei Zhao, crushed to the ground by his blade force, he said, "What a pity. The one art you had that could deal with me is pathetically weak."
He was no feeble specimen like Kang Jingming, and unlike Kang Jingming he was not trapped inside a shell of iron. Back then, Wei Zhao at full power had been able to leave Kang Jingming half dead with his lightning, but applied to Leng Rufeng now, it amounted to little more than a tickle.