Chapter 161 — The Division of Strength
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Beyond that, wondrous as the Xuanyuan Dragon-Abiding Formula was, it was only at the first layer, and its boost to his strength was not great.
Yet there was one most striking improvement, a discovery that delighted Wei Zhao: he could sense the energy fluctuations on the refined man's body!
This had never happened before. He had traded blows with Yellow-grade and even Mystic-grade fighters on the battlefield, but to know an opponent's strength he had always had to fight him first. Now, once the first layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Abiding Formula had taken initial form, Wei Zhao could actually sense upon the refined man's body energy fluctuations like those he himself absorbed!
He must be a cultivator of internal skill as well; only, what art he practiced was unknown. The energy fluctuations in his body were weaker than Wei Zhao's own — he should be at the early Yellow grade.
So Wei Zhao had manufactured an illusion of being a shade stronger than he was, letting him mistake him for the peak of the early Yellow grade, on the verge of breaking through to the middle.
Of course, there were exceptions.
That Wu Chengtian from before — Wei Zhao could tell he was a body-forger, one who chiefly trained the skill of his hands. But body-forgers carried no energy fluctuations at all, so Wei Zhao could not judge his grade... or rather, Wu Chengtian was so weak that the energy in his body was negligible.
"..." The refined man had not expected Wei Zhao to say outright that there was someone behind him. It threw his plans into complete disarray!
The refined man's original plan had been this: come here and lay hands on Gu Mengyao, work her into a fury — then Wei Zhao would surely step in. That would let him sound out Wei Zhao's strength. If Wei Zhao proved weaker, he would seize the chance to teach him a lesson, after which the boss would come out to settle matters.
But now the strength Wei Zhao displayed was not a fraction weaker than the refined man's own. The two were likely evenly matched — Wei Zhao perhaps a shade stronger — and further probing would be meaningless. Yet when Wei Zhao demanded that the boss come out, the refined man could not bring himself to decide.
As he hesitated, the phone at his waist rang. Damn it — at such a critical moment, who was calling? The refined man felt like cursing. His arm was still gripped in Wei Zhao's hand; the two of them stood poised like drawn swords, one spark from exploding.
If he went to answer the phone now and Wei Zhao pulled something dirty on him, he was finished. The refined man dared not be careless. Against a fighter of Wei Zhao's level he had no confidence of certain victory; whoever let his attention wander or gave ground first might suffer badly.
"Answer it. A call at a time like this — I imagine it's the one behind you." Wei Zhao smiled at the refined man and released his arm, as though he had no fear at all that the man might turn on him.
The refined man had not expected Wei Zhao to let him go so easily. He gave Wei Zhao a long, deep look and fished the phone from his waist — yet his eyes never left Wei Zhao. Generous as Wei Zhao's manner seemed, instinct told the refined man that this man was wicked and treacherous.
A glance at the caller ID on the screen: it was Brother Cihua.
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