Chapter 3780 — Truly a Tragedy
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Zha Wu could have slapped himself twice across the face right then—damn it, why the hell had he gone and challenged Wei Zhao to show off for nothing? Now he had dug his own grave!
Unfortunately, things had already come to this point; never mind slapping himself, even a full three-hundred-sixty-degree flamboyant thrashing would be useless now. Only two choices remained to Zha Wu: admit defeat on his own, or be beaten to death.
He was already gravely wounded beyond belief. If he insisted on fighting on, then when he got beaten to death, Qiao Hongcai really could not be blamed. When a cripple who would die at a single touch insisted on coming up to scam a foul, there was nothing to be done for him—surely no one expected him to display the noble virtue of voluntarily yielding? All he could do was beat the bastard soundly!
Seeing Qiao Hongcai's fierce, sharp momentum and that murderous look of a man ready to strike for the kill, Zha Wu's heart instantly quailed, and he hurriedly cried, "I yield! I yield!"
Compared with losing his life outright, losing a few points by simply conceding was still the better bargain. Even if he might very well be docked into negative points afterward, at least he would still have a thread of a fighting chance—better than just dying on the spot.
Qiao Hongcai burst out laughing, gave him a thumbs-up, and mocked, "You really do understand the spirit of retreating in order to advance—my admiration, my admiration!"
Zha Wu was so furious his face turned the color of pig liver, but circumstances overpowered the man; strain as he might, he could not squeeze out a single fart, and could only limp off the stage in disgrace. A chorus of unrestrained jeers from the other newcomers greeted him, and his heart turned to dead ashes.
After today's affair, he had not only offended Wei Zhao's crowd, but also Meng Jueming—because the loophole he had tried to exploit was plainly throwing a wrench into Meng Jueming's calculations. The other newcomers under Meng Jueming no longer had any reason to hold back; if they caught the chance to trample him into the ground, they were welcome to it.
He had already been a weakling at the very bottom in both strength and ranking, and now he had fallen out of favor on both sides at once. Zha Wu could now fully foresee what was coming for him.
Never mind whether he could enter Azure Cloud Pavilion in the future—the question he had to think about now was whether he could even survive the rest of the challenge tournament!
Zha Wu's guts were now green with regret. Damn it, this kind of opportunism really was the death of a man!
Unfortunately, there had never been a medicine for regret in this world. Leaving aside how Zha Wu's remorse could not undo the past, over on Qiao Hongcai's side, his mood after stepping down from the arena was rather cheerful.
"Not bad. I really didn't expect it—you look like a hotheaded blockhead, Hongcai, but you're Zhang Fei doing embroidery: coarse on the outside, fine within!" Wei Zhao nodded at him with a faint smile and spoke approvingly.
The long-suffering senior brother and Xiao Che only grasped the trick of it after hearing Wei Zhao's words, and both raised their thumbs.
Frankly, neither of them had thought of such a move, yet Qiao Hongcai, a blockhead of a fellow, had spotted the opportunity first. Truly, you cannot judge a man by his looks, nor measure the ocean with a bucket.
Qiao Hongcai chuckled and said, "Even a weakling like that understands the principle of retreating in order to advance—how could I not? Leader Wei Zhao, the rest of you shouldn't underestimate me too much!"
As the master of Mountain-Low No. 13 cave dwelling, stepping forward to challenge Zha Wu of Mountain-Low No. 12 was no mere case of kicking a man when he was down—it was an absolute stroke of genius!