Chapter 2128 — Won't You Concede?
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What sort of cunning old hand was Old Master Tang? A Heaven Rank expert—how could he fail to hear Tang Yuyi's words? Yet he did not stop him. He had his own calculations. Wei Zhao grew stronger by the day; by now the hidden You family, the hidden Yu family, the hidden Zhao family, the Golden Bell Sect, and the hidden Pi family had all had good men come off the worse against him. By comparison, the hidden Tang family had the shallowest grievance with Wei Zhao of them all!
True, the hidden Tang family had now cast its lot with the hidden You family and the Mystic Pill Sect, and there could be no mending of relations with Wei Zhao—but what if the hidden You family, or even the Mystic Pill Sect, were to fall? He had to leave the hidden Tang family a way out, did he not?
And that way out was Tang Yuyi! Let Tang Yuyi forge a bond of goodwill with Wei Zhao and Tang Zhi, so that if the You family or the Mystic Pill Sect—their backing—should fail, Old Master Tang could forcefully raise Tang Yuyi to prominence, following the example of the hidden Han family, and beg if he must to have Wei Zhao and Tang Zhi acknowledged as kin once more...
Of course, he did not yet know that Wei Zhao had forgotten him—had forgotten Tang Zhi... Anything that had happened on occasions when Tang Zhi was present, Wei Zhao had no memory of at all...
"You're joking? Another surrender without a fight?" Han Xiaohu stared in astonishment at Wei Zhao, who had gone over to the platform, taken a turn about it, and come straight back. For a moment she was speechless. Everyone else was out there fighting for dear life, while Wei Zhao had not even lifted a hand and had won two matches in a row. If the third went the same way, he would surely be the most remarkable contestant in the history of the Hidden World Summit!
Never fighting on the platform—and winning the championship on his opponents' surrenders!
Old Master Zhao was helpless and loath to see such an outcome, but he knew the minds of the other families well. Who would willingly run into a terror like Wei Zhao? To meet him meant injury or death—there was no third possibility. Better than that to conserve one's strength and contend for second and third place!
And at this moment, Wei Zhao had without question fought his way into the top three. Even if he lost the final championship bout, his place in the top two was set in stone—second place at the very worst.
Over there, the Golden Bell Sect disciple Ma Dashen had won by a narrow margin, and the Yu family disciple Yu Ba had lost!
This result was not much of a surprise. After all, Ma Dashen had his own specialty: a body tough beyond measure, and a principle of defending in place of attacking, seizing his chances to strike by stealth. It had always been the same—you hit me, and I channel my qi and hold; the moment you pause for breath, I hit you.
Formidable as Yu Ba was, he still fell into the trap. Ma Dashen relentlessly pressed him to the very edge of the platform and shoved him off!
Yu Ba was unconvinced, but there was nothing he could do. Were he to keep trading blows with Ma Dashen, he had no confidence of victory whatsoever, so he meant to save his strength to challenge the others in the top three!
The final championship bout: Wei Zhao of the hidden Han family against Ma Dashen of the Golden Bell Sect!
This match, now, promised to be a spectacle—on one side Wei Zhao, who had met no opponent at all along the way, every foe surrendering without a fight; on the other Ma Dashen, the weakest in strength, who nonetheless forced his opponents off the platform every time with his brute body!
"You won't concede?" Wei Zhao glanced at Ma Dashen and asked mildly.
"Why should I concede? Others may fear you—I do not!" Ma Dashen said coldly.
"There was a man named Ma Zhu before, wasn't there? How is he now?" Wei Zhao asked.