Chapter 3682 — Surrender or Die
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So that was what Leader Wei Zhao was really like—no wonder he had the confidence to handle so many people at once! Xiao Che and Qiao Hongcai exchanged a glance, and in their eyes was nothing but wholehearted admiration.
Wei Zhao winked at the two of them, then turned to the crowd of new disciples opposite and said mildly, "Weren't you all so set on ganging up on the few? Then surely you won't mind me using my strength to bully the weak. Let's not waste time—get on with it. I still have to report back at the Rear Mountain Hall when this is done."
Every word, every syllable, borne on an aura of overwhelming power, struck the eardrums of the new disciples like heavy blows. Already frightened half to death, they now felt terror take fresh root; one after another they hung their heads, not daring to meet Wei Zhao's gaze, each afraid of becoming the first to fall.
Even when they had once faced Meng Jueming, a far stronger expert at the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage, they had never known such dread. But now, facing Wei Zhao, they understood for the first time what it truly meant to tremble with fear.
It was simple enough: position shapes the mind. Meng Jueming, however strong, would never have done anything to them—but Wei Zhao was their real enemy, and this was a trial where attacking one another was expressly permitted. Even if he flew into a rage and crippled every last one of them, he would suffer no punishment at all.
More to the point, a single sentence ago they had all been scheming to surround and attack Wei Zhao. Who would have thought the strong and weak would trade places in the blink of an eye, and their own group would become lambs waiting for the slaughter? At a moment like this, how could they not be afraid?
Seeing them begin to shrink back as one, Wei Zhao shook his head in exasperation.
The Azure Cloud Pavilion had been weak for a long time, and now even this batch of new disciples was hopeless—mud that would not hold up a wall. When it had been their turn to gang up on the few, every one of them had been eager as could be; now that things looked bad, they promptly tucked in their heads. For dignified heaven-grade grand completion experts to be this craven was truly a disgrace.
"Come on, then." Wei Zhao had no wish to waste more time, and took a step forward.
But what he never expected was that such a completely harmless movement would startle the most nervous of them all, the great Master Meng Zhou, clean out of his wits. Without a word, the man let out a howl and ran—actually tumbling and scrambling away on all fours.
Oh, for heaven's sake—did this fellow have any shame at all?
Everyone present, Wei Zhao included, was struck dumb. The man had not even done anything yet, and this one had already fled in utter panic. And to think that just before, he had been loudly proclaiming himself the leader of the Azure Cloud Pavilion's new disciples! That was simply beyond indecent.
But be that as it may, Meng Zhou, the so-called leading brother, had indeed run—and run without a backward glance, and remarkably fast at that.
Right on his heels, Li Zhengming quietly slipped away as well. He was a clear-eyed man, and he had already seen that Wei Zhao was held back by Xiao Che and Qiao Hongcai, two burdens who now had no fighting strength left, and seemed to have no intention of giving chase. Besides, Meng Zhou had already broken the ice—if not now, when?
One makes two, and two makes three. Watching Meng Zhou and Li Zhengming flee in turn, the other new disciples began to hatch schemes of their own, each shuffling his feet and edging toward escape.
Wei Zhao, however, was not about to grant their wish so easily: "Did I ever say you could leave? The next one who tries to run—don't blame me for forgetting all about the bond between fellow disciples!"