Chapter 4879 — The Battle Is Over
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Against such a backdrop, the Three Fairies of the Gaolin Sea were all but the acknowledged peerless beauties of the entire Yellow Rank seas. Their three names were known to all, and portraits of every kind had long since circulated everywhere.
Someone veiled like Huo Yudie might not be recognized for a while, but someone as unguarded as Wang Xinyan caused a sensation wherever she went.
Seeing how closely Wang Xinyan stood to Wei Zhao, Wang Dianxing could not help secretly speculating—had she come with the boy? To win the favor of one of the Three Fairies—this fellow's luck with women was no small thing!
Could he be the young master of some great clan? Apart from that explanation, Wang Dianxing could think of no other reason Wang Xinyan would willingly follow him. After all, there was nothing of the strong man's aura about the boy before him; he must be relying on nothing but a deep and powerful background.
Only a pampered young master who did not know his own limits would utter such boastful foolishness. A pity that on the road to the giants, background was never what counted—only strength!
At Wang Dianxing's overture, Wang Xinyan could not even be bothered to glance at him. Though they shared the surname Wang, she did not consider herself family with a thing whose mouth overflowed with filth—not five hundred years back, nor five thousand, nor fifty thousand; the very thought disgusted her.
"Tsk, tsk, so it is! Seems the fortune-teller wasn't wrong—today my peach blossom luck is truly in. Two of the Three Fairies at once! I wonder what it's like to play with two together, hahahaha!" The more Wang Dianxing thought, the happier he grew, and he curled his lip at Wei Zhao. "Boy, for the Three Fairies' sake I'll pretend I never heard your foolish talk. But you're to let her keep me company and show me a good time. Once I'm properly satisfied, I'll hand the thunder tribulation point over to you afterward. How about it?"
"Not how about it." Wei Zhao looked at him as one might look at an idiot, wasted no more words on him, and turned to the crowd. "All right, everyone, disperse. The battle is over."
What did that mean? The crowd was baffled. The fight had not even begun—how was the battle over? Was the boy preparing to back down?
As everyone stood dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered glances, Wei Zhao, with an air of utter casualness, raised his hand and slapped Wang Dianxing across the face.
Was the boy sick in the head? The Lei Dong Academy crowd could hardly bear to watch. Anyone could see he was aping Wang Dianxing's earlier manner of slapping Ren Zhongyuan flying—but manner was all it was. That man was the foremost Nascent Soul cultivator, and so had the strength and the confidence to do it. Who the hell did this one think he was!
Wang Dianxing was so angry he almost laughed. His true qi shield was a defensive martial art he had cultivated specifically; even if he stood there and let the other man slap away freely, it would only exhaust the fool to death. But he would not indulge him—he at once meant to swing his hand back and see who could slap harder!
Yet before he could stretch out his hand, a soul-shaking dragon roar sounded at his ear, his ordinarily indestructible true qi shield shattered as if made of paper, and then came a shock to the brain—he had only a dazed sense that his body was no longer his own, and the ground was growing farther and farther away.