Chapter 3778 — Waiting for You to Yield

Seeing Wei Zhao's indifferent reaction, the stone in Zha Wu's heart dropped at once. Just as he had expected, this creature Wei Zhao had no intention of making a move at all—this look was clearly the same as that of his underling Xiao Che a moment ago, preparing to concede outright!

Although the odds of Wei Zhao conceding on his own were over ninety percent, Zha Wu had still been somewhat uneasy before this. What if this creature Wei Zhao had a moment of foolishness and seized the chance to beat him to death?

Given the vast gap in strength between them, once blows were truly exchanged, this could very well cost someone his life!

Now it was fine. If Wei Zhao really meant to fight, he would have struck long ago, and certainly would not be standing there wasting time with such indifference.

Judging by the look of it, this top newcomer—who always loved to put on airs and show off—was probably wrestling with himself, too embarrassed to concede outright for the moment, no?

Zha Wu smiled faintly to himself without showing it. No matter—so long as no blows were exchanged, he had all the time in the world to wait for you to yield!

There was no tension left in his heart now; instead, he felt a touch of regret.

He had heard people say that technology in the secular world was very advanced these days, and that there was some thing called a "photo chicken" or something like that, which could supposedly capture a scene and show it to others. If only he had such a thing on hand now—to capture the sight of Wei Zhao conceding next, that would be solid proof to show off for days to come!

Unfortunately, no matter how advanced the secular world's technology was, it could not possibly be transmitted up to Cloud Step Island.

Never mind that cultivators capable of being teleported up to Cloud Step Island were few and far between—even if they had the mind to, those so-called high-tech gadgets could not withstand the teleportation at all. Not only could they not be teleported, but even if by some fluke they were, they would only become a pile of scrap metal, utterly useless.

Time slipped away bit by bit, yet the two on stage still showed no sign of making a move. Now not only had the other newcomers below grown impatient, even the referee could not help urging, "Both sides, mind the time. If no blows are exchanged within half an incense stick's burn, the challenger shall be deemed to have forfeited, and the challenged party shall be declared the victor."

Within half an incense stick's burn, if the two sides had not yet exchanged blows, the challenger had to launch an attack of his own accord, or else it would be deemed a forfeit. This was an explicit rule of the challenge tournament—after all, who told you to be the one who initiated the challenge?

Half an incense stick's burn passed in a flash. This time Zha Wu finally could hold back no longer. Seeing the referee about to announce the verdict, he hurriedly said, "Pray hold, honored referee. This honored newcomer Lin must surely have something to say."

Even as he spoke, Zha Wu could not help but resent in his heart how dawdling this fellow Wei Zhao truly was—hesitating a full half incense stick's burn. Whatever inner struggle there was, it should have been settled by now. Dragging it out and wasting time like this was pointless!

These pretentious newcomers were so affected. It was just opening his mouth to concede—did he really need to work himself up for so long?

For a moment, the eyes of everyone present, the referee included, fell upon Wei Zhao. Wei Zhao smiled faintly and said, "If you insist on putting it that way, then I do indeed have something to say."

Hearing this, Zha Wu let out another breath of relief. This time it was finally settled. He had thought this creature would not be able to save face and might change his mind—truly, it made one's heart tremble with nerves!

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhao looked him up and down with a half-smile, his face full of amusement. "Brother Zha Wu, are you certain you will not concede first? Because I am about to make my move."

Huh?!

"Wh-what do you mean?" For a moment Zha Wu wondered whether he had misheard. He stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief for a good while, and only then, aided by the unexpected clamor that broke out below the stage, did he finally react.

This creature Wei Zhao not only refused to concede himself—he was telling me to concede? This makes no damn sense!

Could this fellow really be so stupid as to not even understand such a simple situation? I was giving you a chance to dig yourself out of the pit and save yourself! The one who should be conceding right now is you, Wei Zhao, without a doubt—how could it possibly be me?

If I were going to concede on my own, then what the hell was the point of challenging you? Am I giving you points because I think I have too many?

It was not only Zha Wu. The newcomers on stage were all baffled, and even Meng Jueming and the others were dazed for a moment.

Originally, Zha Wu's opportunistic move had infuriated Meng Jueming. Although he had been vigorously encouraging his subordinate newcomers beforehand to challenge Wei Zhao and his group, Zha Wu—a weakling ranked dead last—challenging Wei Zhao head-on was not dealing with Wei Zhao at all; it was helping him.

Once Wei Zhao went along with it and conceded in exchange for moving to the No. 12 cave dwelling at the foot of the mountain, not only would it create an opportunity for Wei Zhao himself, it would also cause enormous trouble for Meng Zhou. Zha Wu doing this was simply screwing his own side!

Yet beyond everyone's expectations, this creature Wei Zhao did not take the bait at all. He had no intention of conceding to seize the chance to climb out of the pit. Not only did he fail to grab such a heaven-sent opportunity delivered right to his door, he foolishly told Zha Wu to concede. This could not even be described as stupidity—this creature Wei Zhao truly had a worrying lack of intelligence!

Not only Meng Jueming and the others, Senior Brother Kubi and Xiao Che and the rest were also stunned for a moment. The principle of retreating in order to advance—Wei Zhao understood it clearer than any of them. There was no reason that when it came to his own turn, he would fail to see the situation, was there?

Little did they know, retreating in order to advance, though the superior strategy, was not something needed at every moment.

If Wei Zhao were truly desperately short of points right now, then perhaps he really would have obliged the wishes of an opportunist like Zha Wu. But the problem was, even if he stubbornly held his ground at the No. 1 cave dwelling at the foot of the mountain, he simply did not lack those points!

That being the case, what the hell was the point of retreating in order to advance!

Wei Zhao looked at the flustered Zha Wu and smiled faintly. "Well? Concede outright, or have a proper fight with me? To be honest, my hands and feet are itching a little right now—a good chance to stretch my limbs."

"My god, are you an idiot! You have a chance like this and you don't grab it? What the hell would you fight me for? What good are my four measly points to you? Do you even understand the principle of retreating in order to advance?" Reality had come too cruelly, and Zha Wu could not help but roar in frustration.

With his pitiful weakling strength, he truly did not dare exchange blows with a madman like Wei Zhao. Otherwise, broken bones and torn sinews would be the least of it—one bad move and it would be a fatal blow, and losing his life over this would hardly be worth it. Yet he was unwilling to give up just like that, so he could only remind Wei Zhao in this manner.

Hearing this below the stage, Meng Jueming and the others' faces darkened at once. Damn this creature—did he have a death wish? Was he afraid he would not have enough chances to help Wei Zhao climb out of the pit?