Chapter 3810 — I Surrender!
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"Uh..." Meng Jueming was thrown into immediate embarrassment at these words, and for a long while could not squeeze out a single sentence in reply.
After all, Xu Lingchong had pinned high hopes on him, and had of late even begun building momentum for him among the upper echelons of the Sandie Pavilion, paving the way for him to take up the post of third pavilion master at Yingxin Pavilion. If he were to tell the young master now that not only had he failed to settle Wei Zhao, but had instead been slapped in the face one after another by two of Wei Zhao's underlings and pawns—how could he go on serving at young master Xu's side?
While Meng Jueming was still casting about for how to explain matters to young master Xu, the referee's announcement rang out, and the duel on the platform formally began.
Yet this contest between two early Foundation Establishment experts ended remarkably quickly.
For in his present state, Meng Zhou did not dare cross hands with Xiao Che at all. Their positions were, after all, inherently opposed, and they had already shared that unpleasant experience back in the first round. He dreaded that Xiao Che would seize the chance for revenge, perhaps even strike to kill him outright. So before the referee's voice had even died away, he was already hastily raising his hand and crying, "I surrender! I surrender!"
A great uproar broke out among the crowd below the platform. A scene that felt all too familiar had already played out back in the first round—the same two men, he and Xiao Che, only then it had been Xiao Che who volunteered surrender. And now, after a mere four rounds, the situation had been turned completely on its head.
What bitter irony, this instant retribution!
For Xiao Che, this bout was nothing short of a sweet release of pent-up grievance. To have forced Meng Zhou—the so-called leader of Qingyun Pavilion's newcomers—to volunteer surrender was something no one had ever accomplished, and it thoroughly vented the fury left over from that first round.
For Meng Zhou, however, the feeling at this moment was far from pleasant. A creature who, only a few rounds ago, could do nothing but cower, who lacked even the courage to face him, had now in the blink of an eye turned the tables and ridden roughshod over him, even forcing him to surrender of his own accord. Who the hell could fathom such stifling, deathly gloom?
Worse still, this day's round had, by the cruelest of chances, fallen on a day when young master Xu was present—and young master Xu was the patron of his own patron! This was not merely a loss of face; it was a matter of life and death!
And while the crowd was still in an uproar, young master Xu, watching from below the platform, heard Meng Zhou's words and his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Beside him, Meng Jueming could not help covering his face.
Though Meng Jueming well knew that Meng Zhou had had no choice in the matter, that it had been an inevitable decision under the circumstances—young master Xu knew nothing of the whys and wherefores!
Truth to tell, although he had brought Yu Jiang along today for other business, he had also come full of anticipation, eager to see Wei Zhao's crew fall flat on their faces. After all, he had brought along this eldest young lady Shangguan Lan'er, who on the face of it could not abide Wei Zhao in the least, and who had sworn up and down the whole way that she would see to it Wei Zhao came to grief!
And as far as this round of the newcomers' challenge went, the match was just right. Even if he could not see Wei Zhao himself, the leader, take a fall, watching his underling be crushed by Meng Zhou would be a pleasure to savor in body and soul.