Chapter 4900 — How Dare You Step on Me
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"Hmph, such big talk! Just now I merely let my guard down and you got in a cheap shot—and now your tail's sticking up to the heavens. What a thing you are!" Chang Laiting stiffened his neck and blustered.
"Good, if you had no spine at all, I'd be embarrassed to use you as a test subject!" Wei Zhao laughed at the sight, then raised his hand and unleashed the Savage Molten Mist-Shadow Fist he had just created—except this time he had fused one more attribute into it.
Chang Laiting's scalp prickled at the sight of those savage molten waves on every side. The first time had caught him off guard, true, but even given ten days or half a month, he could not have devised the slightest countermeasure. There was no help for it—the gap in strength was simply that vast.
With no other choice, Chang Laiting could only resort to a method that was no method at all: clear a path with the black sword in his hand and use his movement speed to break out of the encirclement. It was the only workable plan he had.
In truth, this plan carried enormous risk, for when he fled his back would easily be left exposed. But it was better than being trapped in place as before—the several ghastly wounds on his body had already proven that course unworkable.
No matter what, even at the risk of being gravely wounded again, breaking out was better than sitting still and waiting to die.
To hell with it! Chang Laiting gritted his teeth and slashed at the savage molten waves raging before him—but the next scene nearly made his eyeballs pop out. Before, he had been able to cleave those molten waves apart easily with his black sword; this time, however, there came an extremely harsh clang of metal striking metal!
More outrageous still, the black sword he had used for many years actually could not hold against these suddenly metallized molten waves—it broke into several pieces on the spot!
Even Wang Xinyan and the others could not help drawing a sharp breath at the sight. Materializing true qi was nothing strange, but to meet a divine weapon head-on and snap it in two—that was truly appalling.
"Looks like the effect isn't bad," Wei Zhao muttered thoughtfully.
Without question, the attribute he had added to the Savage Molten Mist-Shadow Fist was the metal attribute, famed for its hardness and sharpness. If before it had been merely savage molten rock, then reinforced by the metal attribute it became a blade that nothing could withstand—and a fire blade at that, blazing at fearsome heat.
Chang Laiting's black sword, though a divine weapon, had already been scorched again and again at high heat, its hardness greatly diminished. One more wave of such powerful slashing, and breaking into several pieces was hardly surprising.
After so many trials, Wei Zhao had a rough grasp of the matter now: the more attributes, the greater the power—and the easier it was to seize an overwhelming, absolute advantage.
If the power of his single-attribute Savage Fire Fist was ten, then the power of the two-attribute Savage Molten Fist was thirty, and the power of the three-attribute Savage Molten Mist-Shadow Fist was sixty. Now this strike had reached an astonishing one hundred!
By comparison, Chang Laiting, whose utmost power could barely reach thirty, was naturally far from his match.
Wei Zhao's heart surged. So far he had used only four attributes; if he kept improving—five, six, seven, even eight attributes—what kind of spectacle would that be?
Of course, to create an eight-attribute martial technique on his own was a task of no small difficulty; it would require meticulous deduction and dedicated cultivation. Otherwise, even if he truly gathered all eight attributes into a single move, it would be merely simple physical accumulation, hard pressed to produce the astonishing chemical reaction of just now. That would take time and careful exploration.