Chapter 3753 — The Gap Is Obvious
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A twelve-point gap might not look too outrageous, but one had to remember these people were not freaks like Wei Zhao who could casually pull off god-tier perfect scores. Even if they occasionally outscored those three in a given stage, their overall strength was there for all to see—they would be doing well to keep the gap from widening further.
A late surge was simply unrealistic for them; otherwise they would not have ended up with such a pitiful handful of points after two stages.
Looking at the rankings on the public board, Meng Jueming's eye twitched violently.
He was, after all, the most powerful managing senior brother in the eyes of every Azure Cloud Pavilion recruit—a man destined one day to vie for the seat of Third Pavilion Master, not someone a marginal figure like the miserable senior brother could even be mentioned in the same breath as.
And so it was in truth: apart from those three blind, foolish creatures around Wei Zhao, every other recruit had already thrown in their lot with him, his momentum so great that the miserable senior brother could not hope to contend with him.
Yet now this awkward set of rankings left even Meng Jueming, thick-skinned as he had always been, flushed red and burning with shame.
He had a full twelve Azure Cloud Pavilion recruits under his banner, yet among the top five of the leading pack, he occupied only two spots—Meng Zhou in second and Li Zhengming in fifth.
Meanwhile, the miserable senior brother, alone and outnumbered, had all three of his men on the board—and among them, Wei Zhao, the thorn in their side whom they had targeted with every scheme imaginable, had even taken first place beyond any dispute, a position no one could shake.
A contrast so stark was enough to make a man's balls ache with embarrassment!
And this was without Meng Jueming knowing about Li Zhengming. Had he known that Li Zhengming had already defected to Wei Zhao's side as a mole, he would have been furious enough to spit a mouthful of old blood. The great managing senior brother of the Azure Cloud Pavilion recruits, with only one of his men in the top five—how in the hell was he supposed to show his face?
Meng Jueming even had the subconscious feeling that these past few days his recruits had been looking at him strangely. If this went on, once these recruits gradually came to believe he could bring them no benefits—that he could not even measure up to that miserable wretch on the other side—then there would be real trouble.
And once he lost his authority in the eyes of these recruits, then even if Meng Jueming got the seat of Third Pavilion Master he wanted, he would be nothing but a commander without troops, his situation likely little better than that of Lu Bianren, who was about to be kicked to the curb.
No—he had to think of something at once to nip this in the bud!
Previously, consumed with scheming how to do away with Wei Zhao, Meng Jueming had scarcely given this matter any thought. But now that he had sensed this potential, enormous crisis, he naturally had to find a way to resolve it.
Since two successive plans to kill Wei Zhao had fallen through—and especially in the endurance test stage, where he had racked his brains to devise such a flawless, deadly trap, only for Wei Zhao to walk away completely unscathed—both Xu Lingchong, the young master Xu, and Meng Jueming himself had, for the time being, set aside any thought of moving against Wei Zhao until they had a clear picture of his true depths.
But just because he would not move against Wei Zhao did not mean he would likewise refrain from moving against the underlings at Wei Zhao's side!