Chapter 3938 — Sent Flying Again
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
The victor may seize every last point from the defeated—such a rule was cruel beyond words. Whoever dreamt it up was nothing short of a devil!
To the newcomers of today, points were their very lifeline, directly determining their future prospects. Robbing them of points was no different from taking their lives—they would fight you to the bitter end with everything they had.
Yet this ruthless rule also made certain newcomers' eyes light up—here was a peerless chance to turn one's fortunes around! At the very least, this rule suited Meng Zhou's tastes perfectly.
As it happened, he too had taken the Midnight-Noon Heart-Shattering Pill, and his strength had surged by a considerable margin, giving him ample confidence to stand against Wei Zhao.
Just as Meng Zhou was secretly making his calculations, Hu Yunfeng's next words made his eyelid twitch: "Of course, this challenge round is not compulsory. Any newcomer who is named may choose to decline—but the price is fifty points paid to the challenger. Fair and reasonable."
Fifty points—to any other newcomer, that was nothing short of an astronomical figure. But on a freak like Wei Zhao, who routinely scored full marks, it was a drop in the ocean. Fifty points? He could toss out a hundred without batting an eye.
But that very fact was bad news for Meng Zhou, who was bent on climbing to the top over Wei Zhao's corpse. What if Wei Zhao sensed trouble and simply conceded on the spot?
Wei Zhao might put on airs, but at his level of strength, his instinct for danger was bound to be razor-sharp—he was hardly likely to march up and throw his life away knowing full well he would die. And Meng Zhou, for all that his temperament had changed, was as arrogant and self-assured as ever.
"Here's hoping this fellow keeps up his posturing. Otherwise, how would it repay the heart-shattering agony I've endured all these days?" Meng Zhou cast Wei Zhao a cold, sinister glance.
A short while later, the rules had all been explained, and the newcomers of the Three Stack Pavilion began their battles one after another.
Yet before the crowd could enter their final challenge round, the first order of business was the drawing of lots. This round was too critical, too deadly for the newcomers, so fairness had to be ensured at all costs—the draw existed to determine the order in which they would issue their challenges.
After all, by the rules, every newcomer had only one chance to challenge and one chance to be challenged. Without such a method to fix the order, it would easily descend into a scramble of many people fighting to challenge the same opponent—and everyone knows to pick the softest persimmon.
The draw was meant to solve this very problem: whoever drew the higher number won the right to issue the first challenge. And this time, the first newcomer of the Azure Cloud Pavilion to gain the right to challenge was none other than Meng Zhou.
Who knew whether Meng Jueming had deliberately arranged it to go easy on him!
Watching the white-haired Meng Zhou walk slowly onto the platform, radiating an unfamiliar, powerful aura, the newcomers could not help but shrink their necks in unison. The old Meng Zhou had been no weakling, but now he was inexplicably formidable enough to make one's heart skip with dread. Anyone he named would truly be shaking at the knees, scared into a heart attack.
Fortunately, Meng Zhou had long since settled on his target. He pointed at Wei Zhao below the platform and crooked a finger: "You know who I mean. Come up—if you're not afraid to die."
Wei Zhao smiled, unbothered, said nothing more, and stepped lightly onto the platform with an easy air.
"Not conceding? Kneel before me now, and you might still keep that dog's life of yours." Meng Zhou raised an eyebrow at him, and at the same time unleashed his full aura without reservation, cowing the crowd below into ashen faces.