Chapter 4968 — Victory at First Bout
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"You?" Chang Minghui was momentarily stunned. He truly had not known this. His first reaction was that the brat was boasting to intimidate them, and he snorted. "A greenhorn like you, a Mystic-Tier, First-Rank alchemist? Boy, don't make me laugh!"
"I truly never imagined that a dignified Town Master Chang would be so poorly informed. Even if you hadn't heard of this, doesn't it strike you as odd that a figure of Guild Master Zhuang's caliber would treat a junior like me with such special regard?" Wei Zhao said with an unconcerned smile.
"Uh…" Chang Minghui was struck dumb by this. To be honest, he had found it strange—why would Zhuang Yifan protect an unknown brat like this so fiercely, one said to be from North Island? He had assumed the boy was some relative of Zhuang Yifan's. Now, looking at it this way, could he really be a Mystic-Tier, First-Rank alchemist?
"Heh heh, whether my words are true or false needs no one's proof. We'll know soon enough if we wait here." Wei Zhao smiled calmly, then instructed Li Ren to set up a table on the deck—and proceeded to invite Wang Xinyan and the other women to breakfast, utterly disregarding Chang Minghui, a late Mountain-Opening master, hovering overhead.
At the sight, Chang Minghui was nearly sick with rage—he almost toppled off the back of the ghost-eyed golden eagle. He choked for a good while before finally giving a cold snort. "Then we'll wait and see!"
Though the atmosphere was tense as drawn blades, at this moment neither Wei Zhao nor Chang Minghui had the slightest intention of actually trading blows. They could only keep up this hollow war of words, because both knew the decision did not rest with them. Once Zhuang Yifan and Chang Tianwen settled their contest, matters here would settle as well.
Of course, there was another important reason the two sides did not come to blows just then: neither was confident enough to devour the other. Chang Minghui dared not risk being surrounded and attacked by the League Guard, while Wei Zhao simply had no way to deal with him—at least judging by last night's exchange, he and Liu Ziqi together could pose no threat to Chang Minghui.
So the two sides fell into a stalemate of waiting. Wei Zhao led the women in a leisurely breakfast, chatting about this and that, while Chang Minghui could only watch helplessly from the sky.
Half an hour later, Zhuang Yifan and Chang Tianwen suddenly appeared above the crowd. Neither showed any sign of injury, yet their auras were now utterly different: Zhuang Yifan remained steady as ever, while Chang Tianwen's was visibly disordered—clearly he had come off the worse in their exchange.
"How goes it, kinsman?" Chang Minghui asked hastily.
"Go!" Chang Tianwen's face was ashen. He swept up the ghost-eyed golden eagle and Chang Minghui with his true qi and vanished into the thick clouds in the blink of an eye.
"Congratulations, Brother Zhuang. It looks like you won victory at the first bout." Wei Zhao smiled and went to meet Zhuang Yifan.
"Heh heh, this Chang Tianwen was never my match to begin with. Had my injuries not healed, there might have been some uncertainty—but coming at this moment was simply asking for trouble." Zhuang Yifan was in excellent spirits. At his level he rarely fought anyone anymore, and today's battle had been thoroughly satisfying. His already-peak condition had clearly risen another notch from the fight, and he faintly sensed the first signs of a breakthrough.