Chapter 3932 — What in the World Is Going On?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Such a twist left even the referee blinking in a daze. It was a good while before he came to his senses, climbed onto the stage to check the Ghost Tiger's aura, and then, with a face caught between laughter and tears, spread his hands and declared: "The Ghost Tiger has fallen unconscious from severe injuries. Therefore the winner of this match is the Thunder Pig!"
At those words, Meng Jueming and the others were struck completely dumb, unable to speak for a long, long while.
Otherwise, how could a person's luck be so damned uncanny? To let a combat-incapable idiot pig, without doing a single thing, win three rounds in a row and go all the way into the final match?
"Junior Brother Lin, your luck really leaves a man speechless—I'm thoroughly convinced!" Even the long-suffering senior brother wore a look of utter disbelief. The day's events seemed as though scripted in advance; even seeing them with his own eyes, he felt it was all unreal.
Wei Zhao smiled faintly and made no reply.
If the first two rounds had truly been luck, then this third round—Li Zhengming's Ghost Tiger collapsing—was not pure luck at all. Wei Zhao could guarantee with absolute certainty that Li Zhengming had secretly given the Ghost Tiger its orders.
True, in the previous match the Ghost Tiger and the Bewitching-Eye Tyrant Rabbit had fought bitterly to the bitter end, but with the Ghost Tiger's formidable constitution, so long as it had not collapsed on the spot, there was no chance it would afterwards lose without a fight.
This was Li Zhengming deliberately going easy on Wei Zhao. In his present position as an undercover agent, he could not openly concede defeat the way Qiao Hongcai had; he could only use this method, one that no one could find fault with, to "be forced" into conceding on his own initiative.
"I never would have thought it—a pompous poseur who deserves to be struck by lightning, and heaven knows how many piles of dog shit you had to eat to get luck like that!" Meng Zhou sneered with a savage look on his face. "But it doesn't matter. Your dog-shit luck ends here. Just as we agreed before, my Blackback Staff Ape is going to tear that idiot pig of yours apart with its own hands. Wait to spit blood!"
"Heh heh, you never know until you try, do you? Maybe in a little while you'll discover that you're the idiot who ends up swallowing dog shit," Wei Zhao said with an indifferent smile, then signaled the Thunder Pig to take the stage.
Oink oink! The Thunder Pig snorted once, then leaped back onto the arena. Combat was not among its talents, but for Wei Zhao's sake, it was still willing to give its all against this opponent.
At the same time, at Meng Zhou's signal, the Blackback Staff Ape slowly strode onto the arena, radiating an aura of overbearing power.
Bang! The dark-iron staff was casually planted against the ground, and several finger-wide cracks split the hard stone slab on the spot—a fine display of just how immense the Blackback Staff Ape's strength was.
"Blackback Staff Ape, hurry up and tear this idiot pig apart alive for your master! Let it learn what a true powerhouse spirit pet looks like—let it die with its eyes open!" Meng Zhou bellowed from beneath the arena.