Chapter 3940 — The Curtain Falls on the Newcomers' Trial
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A strange light flickered through Murong Zhen's eyes as she gazed at Wei Zhao, tinged with a deep, bitter jealousy. Why? Why was it that when you set yourself against Wei Zhao, he still protected you? And I, a woman of rare beauty, offer myself freely—yet Wei Zhao has no interest at all?
Shangguan Lan'er, just you wait. I will make Wei Zhao fall at my feet, and then he and I will join forces and make your life a living death!
"Junior Brother Lin, this time you've locked down first place in points beyond any doubt. Congratulations are in order," the Wretched Senior Brother said, genuinely delighted on Wei Zhao's behalf.
By the rules, the victor took all the loser's points. Wei Zhao had begun with two hundred eighty-one, and adding Meng Zhou's one hundred eighty brought his total to a staggering four hundred sixty-one—a score that was simply frightening.
Never mind catching up—the other Qingyun Pavilion newcomers could pool every point they had among them and still not match Wei Zhao's tally. They were not even on the same plane.
"Points are secondary, honestly. But I was a little careless this time—a miscalculation on my part," Wei Zhao said, glancing at Meng Zhou in the distance with some regret.
His original plan had been to kill Meng Zhou outright this time and eliminate the threat for good. The Meng Zhou of today was an entirely different creature from the old one; the former buffoon could be dismissed, but this one had to be guarded against.
In Wei Zhao's estimation, the twenty-four forms of the Frenzied Fire Fist should have been enough to instantly kill a peak early-stage Foundation Establishment expert. But Meng Zhou had swallowed the Midnight-Noon Heart-Shattering Pill, making him something other than a normal peak early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Whether a single blow could kill him this time was still uncertain.
What a pity—the fight was already over, and it was too late for Wei Zhao to finish him off. He should have held nothing back from the start and gone straight to the twenty-third form of the Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Palm.
"The way I see it, Junior Brother Lin, there's no need to be disappointed. Wounded into that wretched, pitiful state, it's still unknown whether Meng Zhou will even survive. We leave it to heaven's will," the Wretched Senior Brother consoled.
"Mm. For now, that's all we can do." Wei Zhao nodded. With his strength, he could already suppress his opponents—even Meng Jiaming was no match for him. Meng Zhou might be somewhat sinister, but there was no need to fear him excessively.
At that moment, the rest of the crowd was still so shaken by the battle between Wei Zhao and Meng Zhou that they could not collect themselves for a long while.
From the very first day, friction between Wei Zhao and Meng Zhou had never ceased. The newcomers still remembered vividly how Wei Zhao had defeated Meng Zhou in a single exchange that day.
After that, Meng Zhou had schemed ceaselessly to reclaim his face, only to watch helplessly as the gap between them widened—until at one point even Qiao Hongcai, a mere underling beneath Wei Zhao, could pin him flat in a head-on clash.
And now, having finally swallowed the Midnight-Noon Heart-Shattering Pill and thinking he could at last turn the tables, he had instead met such a humiliating end. Even if Meng Zhou's own life or death remained unknown, the other newcomers could not help but feel their hearts break for him.
After this battle, since the arena had been utterly destroyed by Wei Zhao, the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers had to relocate. They found an open stretch of ground and continued the last of the scheduled duels among themselves.
With the Wei Zhao–Meng Zhou fight behind them, the remaining duels among the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers clearly lacked that scalp-prickling intensity.