Chapter 5192 — Let's Wait and See
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"Is that so? So by your reasoning, whoever manages to lock onto a move's vital point must necessarily have been tipped off by a traitor?" Wei Zhao said with a faint, ambiguous smile.
"Naturally. If no one informed on them, then what—did they just stumble on it by blind luck?" Xue Jianming snorted coldly.
Wei Zhao swept his gaze across the faces of the crowd, saw that they were all half-convinced and half-doubtful, and said, "Then what will you say if in a moment I too can easily lock onto my opponent's vital point?"
"Impossible!" Xue Jianming sneered. Even if Wei Zhao's strength far surpassed his opponent's, the most he could do was win by sheer dominance; locking onto an opponent's vital point was utterly impossible—unless he knew the opponent's mental method and every single move inside and out.
What was more, the draw had not even begun, so there was no knowing who the opponent would be. To Xue Jianming, Wei Zhao's words were pure nonsense.
"Very well then, keep your eyes wide open and watch closely. Save your talk for after you have seen it," Wei Zhao said with a faint smile.
"Fine! But let me say this first: if you cannot lock onto your opponent's vital point in a moment, then you have as good as confessed. I propose that Leng Leng and Qiu Lingshan be disqualified outright. Uncle Xin, surely that is not too much to ask?" Xue Jianming said at once.
Hearing this, Xin Yi'an exchanged a glance with Wei Zhao. Seeing Wei Zhao calm and composed, he nodded before the crowd. After all, if Leng Leng truly had leaked the Snow Sword Sect's mental methods to others, the fallout would be far too vile; the only course was to disqualify the two and make an example of them.
"Good. Then let us begin at once," Wei Zhao said offhandedly.
"Agreed." Xin Yi'an promptly took charge of the draw for the Foundation Establishment peak-stage disciples. Counting Wei Zhao and Xue Jianming, there had originally been eight Foundation Establishment peak-stage disciples in all, but now, because Ling Tianyou had successfully challenged above his tier, Zhan Shixiong had been eliminated early, leaving only seven.
That was somewhat awkward to arrange, but not entirely without remedy: whoever drew the bye would simply be designated the first to compete in the next round, and if that left too few matches, they could always be made up later.
The draw results came out quickly. This time Wei Zhao's opponent was the only woman among all the Foundation Establishment peak-stage experts—Duanmu Yu, the lead senior sister of the Ye Ling Sect of the Zhongdao Alliance.
Though a woman, this Duanmu Yu carried herself with a dashing, heroic air and no small measure of manly spirit; in both attire and temperament she was extremely masculine—an altogether unconventional woman.
At the sight, the corners of Xue Jianming's mouth split into a grin. Wei Zhao had sworn up and down that he could easily lock onto any opponent's vital point, but the Ye Ling Sect was one of the most mysterious and unfathomable sects in the entire Taigu Alliance, with ghostly movement techniques and moves that came from nowhere. Even Xue Jianming himself knew little about them—he could scarcely name their moves, let alone their vital points.
To draw such an opponent—Wei Zhao had already lost this bet for certain.
"After you." Wei Zhao walked slowly into the arena and made a gesture of invitation toward Duanmu Yu.
Duanmu Yu gave a slight nod without a word, and with a stir of her feet she came darting toward Wei Zhao. Her movement technique was most peculiar, drifting left and right like a fallen leaf tossed on the wind, erratic and unpredictable—yet her speed was anything but slow; in the blink of an eye she had already darted up before Wei Zhao.