Chapter 890 — Learn to Take Care of Yourself

A higher level... higher... Suddenly, a possibility flashed through Wei Zhao's mind... Wait!

Wei Zhao suddenly smiled, looking at Ma Zhu, and there was something uncanny in that smile! He was not walking away from this today, so if he had to die, he would drag someone down with him!

"Yaoyao, Xiaoshu..." Wei Zhao turned his head and looked at Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu.

"Huh?" Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had noticed that there was something strange about Wei Zhao's smile too, and they had no idea what he meant to do.

"From now on, you have to learn to take good care of yourselves..." Wei Zhao said, smiling.

"?" Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were taken aback. They could not fathom why Wei Zhao would suddenly come out with such a thing at a moment like this.

But Wei Zhao offered no explanation. The next moment, he raised his head and looked at Ma Zhu! How absurd it was — he had been searching and searching for a flaw in Ma Zhu and had found none, only for Ma Zhu to expose his own weakness at the very end!

"What are you laughing at?" Ma Zhu started. Wei Zhao's smile gave him a creeping, hair-raising feeling.

"Wahahaha, Master Ma, this kid was just saying his last words!" Zhen Yingjun suddenly burst out laughing. He was the first to grasp the meaning of Wei Zhao's earlier words.

At Zhen Yingjun's reminder, Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu understood at once as well! Wei Zhao — was he saying his last words?

"Wei Zhao, go! Don't worry about us, just go!" Gu Mengyao screamed at Wei Zhao, nearly hysterical...

But Wei Zhao turned a deaf ear. An uncanny smile hung on his face, and his hands were held in a most bizarre posture.

Tears had already blurred Gu Mengyao's eyes. She had never imagined that Wei Zhao would go to his death for her and Xiaoshu! The young miss screamed herself hoarse at him: "You idiot! Thirty thousand yuan, and you go throw your life away! No wonder Zhen Yingjun calls you a fool — you great big fool!"

Shen Yushu gripped Gu Mengyao's hand hard and said nothing. Carefree and rough-and-ready as she usually was, at this moment her heart was frantic with worry.

"Hmph, seems this kid has a little awareness after all!" Ma Zhu laughed. "Go ahead and die in peace. We won't touch those two little girls; we'll let them leave safe and sound."

Wei Zhao did not speak. His hands still held that strange posture, and no one knew what he was doing.

"What? What is the meaning of this? Still hoping for one last heroic blaze before you die?" Ma Zhu eyed Wei Zhao with some confusion, yet his words carried a trace of impatience — Wei Zhao had worn away every last shred of his forbearance! He itched to kill Wei Zhao the very next second.

"Heh. If I die, I'll die in style. I am making my move." The smile on Wei Zhao's face slowly faded, and he began walking toward Ma Zhu, one step at a time.

"Making your move? Haha, fine, if you want to make a move, be my guest!" Ma Zhu was not afraid of Wei Zhao attacking. As an expert of the eighth level of the Golden Bell Shield, he did not regard Wei Zhao as worthy of his attention at all.

"Heh..." Wei Zhao's movements suddenly quickened, and he charged at Ma Zhu — though his hands still maintained that bizarre posture.

A mocking smile flickered at the corner of Ma Zhu's mouth: "Been playing too much Street Fighter, have you? Still, I have to admit, that move of yours looks rather flashy for a dying man..."

As he spoke, Ma Zhu swung out his right fist, ready to take on Wei Zhao's "freak move."

"Flashy... maybe. The flashier part is still to come!" A look of resolve crossed Wei Zhao's lips. His hands suddenly pressed together, then thrust out — rather like a move from Street Fighter, actually.

"Gahaha..." Ma Zhu's fist was about to smash into Wei Zhao's palms. He was about to land his blow!

But in that very instant, everything changed. With a mighty "BOOM," like an explosion, a blast suddenly erupted between Ma Zhu and Wei Zhao!

With that thunderclap of a blast — enough to shake heaven and earth, to make ghosts and gods weep — a powerful wave of heat hurled Wei Zhao flying backward!

The enormous roar of the explosion echoed through the valley. Zhen Yingjun was scared witless, and Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were left speechless by the thunderous noise!

And the aftershock of the heat wave from the explosion was so fierce that even Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, standing far off, were baked until they could hardly breathe — while Zhen Yingjun was knocked head over heels by the blast!

General Mighty, though faring a little better than the three of them, was also staring blankly in the direction of the explosion!

At the spot where Wei Zhao and Ma Zhu had stood, dust billowed into the air, sand and stones flying everywhere, and for a time no one could see clearly what had happened!

The world-annihilating energy made the whole mountain tremble. No one knew what had happened. Zhen Yingjun gaped, staring eagerly at the aftermath of the explosion, hoping in his heart that this shock had come from Ma Zhu annihilating Wei Zhao!

Yet for some reason, a vague unease lurked in Zhen Yingjun's heart. He could not shake the feeling that something was wrong! Could Ma Zhu really have kicked up such a commotion? But if Ma Zhu had not caused it, could it have been Wei Zhao? That was even more impossible, surely?

"Yaoyao, where's Arrow Brand Bro? He isn't hurt, is he?" Shen Yushu stared blankly at the scene of the explosion, a note of sorrow in her voice.

Gu Mengyao said nothing. She could not tell what it was she felt inside. Had it happened? Had it finally happened? Had Wei Zhao perished together with his opponent? That was the only thought left in Gu Mengyao's mind now. Wei Zhao's earlier words still seemed to ring in her ears — telling them to learn to take care of themselves from now on...

And the next moment, it had all scattered like smoke?

No! Gu Mengyao could not accept the truth before her eyes! Wei Zhao must not die! Yet in this moment, her voice failed her. She did not know what to say, nor what she could say...

Things had gone far, far beyond anything she had imagined... She had never lived through such a parting of life and death, and in this moment, the young miss's fragile heart shattered.

The sand and stones that filled the air finally began to drift away, and the dust in the air grew thinner and thinner. Amid the scattered rubble, a figure stood straight and tall — not large of frame, yet every inch of him radiated a fierce, sharp-edged presence!

His shirt had been shredded to nothing, and his bare torso was covered in streaks of blood — a sight to chill the heart! A single gust seemed enough to blow him over, yet as the breezes drifted past, the figure remained standing upright and firm.

"Arrow Brand Bro!" Shen Yushu was the first to cry out, cheering loudly: "Yaoyao, Arrow Brand Bro isn't dead!"

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