Chapter 4807 — Breakthrough! Late Nascent Soul Stage!
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For the first seven days, Leng Rufeng had beaten Wei Zhao down in one-sided fashion, but when the eighth day came, facing Wei Zhao at the peak of the mid Nascent Soul stage, he could no longer sustain that absolute, dominating superiority. The two of them fought back and forth, blow for blow, and several times Wei Zhao nearly got the better of him, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.
When the stick of incense burned out, the two were still deadlocked. Yet unlike before—when for seven days Wei Zhao had been flattened to the ground, barely clawing back his miserable life—this time he stood calmly to the last. Bloodied he might be, but judging by the course of the fight, it could just about be called a draw.
A monster! This brat was nothing short of a monster!
Watching Wei Zhao's retreating figure, Leng Rufeng felt stormy waves crashing in his heart. Wei Zhao's progress over these days was by no means as simple as rising a single level. The others below were merely spectators; only he, the man who faced him, understood it most deeply—day after day, that miraculous, reborn-from-the-ashes advancement had grown so pronounced that it was plain even to the naked eye!
Known as the Cold-Faced Blade God, Leng Rufeng was himself a monster through and through. Yet in his eyes, set beside a creature like Wei Zhao, he fell short by a hundred thousand li. After all, if it were his own self at the peak of the mid Nascent Soul stage facing the Leng Rufeng of today, he would not last a single move—let alone trade blows back and forth.
The more he dwelled on it, the stronger that ominous foreboding grew in Leng Rufeng's heart. At this rate, could he really be about to capsize in a ditch?
For a man as proud as the Cold-Faced Blade God, harboring such misgivings was unthinkable—and yet, after so many days, anyone in his position would surely be consumed with anxiety. Following this uncanny trajectory, capsizing in a ditch was not merely possible; it was highly likely!
And yet, on that day Wei Zhao was still beaten to within an inch of his life—worse than the day before, worse even than the very first day. This was the closest he had ever come to death. After enduring a full stick of incense with the utmost difficulty, Wei Zhao could not even crawl to his feet; only by leaning on Ning Xuefei could he barely keep himself upright.
The reason was not that he had grown careless or underestimated his foe, but that Leng Rufeng had suddenly returned to full strength—and his resolve to kill Wei Zhao was far more ruthless than in the seven days before!
Needless to say, the man must have seen how the wind was blowing and swallowed a pill—one of those top-grade elixirs capable of restoring all his true qi overnight. To nip the hidden threat in the bud, Leng Rufeng had paid a bloody price indeed.
Unfortunately for him, he still failed. Injuries of that severity would have killed any other man ten times over, yet Wei Zhao gritted his teeth and held on. This brat truly was an unkillable cockroach, and he lived up to the name.
"Qianxue, don't worry. I will get you both the Beauty Pill and the Thunder Mystery Pill," Leng Rufeng vowed to Yang Qianshuang, who had been disappointed time and again. No matter how Wei Zhao improved, the gap in strength between them remained fixed; so long as he was not worn down too badly, he would always hold the absolute initiative.
Only, Leng Rufeng had not expected that this bout would stretch on another seven days. Wei Zhao's strength was still growing by leaps and bounds, while he himself was once again drained beyond measure—and this time he had no more seventh-grade qi-restoring pills in hand. Unlike Ren Zhongyuan, who had a seventh-grade alchemist for a father to fall back on, even Leng Rufeng could not afford such sky-high consumables.