Chapter 3566 — One Move to Win
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"I thank you for the lesson..." Wei Zhao smiled with an airy indifference. To avoid revealing his Foundation Establishment strength, he had deliberately suppressed himself to the great-consummation Heaven Rank level—and even so, Meng Zhou had been no match for him at all.
"You can't even beat some cut-rate article from the mundane world—what a waste!" Meng Jueming glared at the bedraggled Meng Zhou on the ground and cursed him in exasperation at his failure to live up to expectations.
This had been arranged especially to give Meng Zhou a chance to shine, to let him establish his authority before the newcomers. Who would have thought the mud could not be troweled onto the wall—and now the limelight had been stolen entirely by that fellow Wei Zhao.
The strong are honored, and these newcomers were fence-sitters with no firm footing to begin with. The only reason they had previously gone to such lengths to curry favor with Meng Zhou was that he was strong and had a powerful backer. Now that Wei Zhao had knocked him flat with a single move, the wind had shifted in an instant.
Though, with a backer like their senior brother Meng Jueming, these people would not go so far as to attach themselves directly to Wei Zhao, the awed and reverent looks they now cast at Wei Zhao made it clear that it would no longer be so easy for Meng Zhou to win them over in the days to come. At the very least, he would have to get past Wei Zhao—that fellow who kept his depths hidden—first.
Under everyone's watching eyes, after a spell of miserable struggle, Meng Zhou finally managed to climb to his feet, his gaze toward Wei Zhao full of venom. This time he had lost face before everyone—defeated in a single move by a country bumpkin from the mundane world. It was a humiliation that would be hard to wash away for the rest of his life! If word of this got out, he would never have a foothold in the Welcome Pavilion again!
"Your eyes say you're not convinced. That's fine—the match has only just begun. I've thrown a single move, barely warmed up, and haven't even gotten into my rhythm yet. Shall we continue?" Wei Zhao regarded Meng Zhou with a calm expression. Clearly this fellow was not reconciled.
Again? What the hell! Warmed up? Not into his rhythm?
Seeing every gaze in the place fixed on him at once, Meng Zhou's expression changed again, and he involuntarily shrank back two steps.
Wei Zhao had not struck to kill just now, but taking that Fifteenth Stance of the Frenzied Flame Eight Trigrams Palm had left him badly hurt—had he not already vomited blood all over the ground? The fact that he could struggle to his feet now was purely stubborn pride clinging to the last shred of his face. If he took another palm strike like that, he would surely be beaten to death on the spot!
Seeing Meng Zhou actually frightened off by a single casual remark from Wei Zhao, several of the newcomers at the edge could not hold back their laughter. Meng Zhou had been swaggering and blustering just moments ago, carrying on as though he were invincible across the whole field—and after one palm he had been scared into this state. The contrast was simply enormous!
And to think he had been the one accusing Wei Zhao of putting on airs! Now it was plain as day that the words had been aimed at himself all along. What shameless boasting—and now look: the posing had failed, and he had made a complete fool of himself!
"What are you laughing at? A challenge between fellow disciples is only a friendly sparring match—is there anything so funny about it? Do you laugh because you think you're quite capable and want to step up and have a try? And you, Meng Zhou—you idiot, how long do you mean to go on disgracing me? Get out of here at once!" Meng Jueming's face was livid with rage. Had it not been for all the eyes watching, he would have loved nothing more than to step forward and beat Meng Zhou soundly himself.