Chapter 3775 — I Surrender
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
As the words landed, the whole hall erupted in laughter, and when Meng Zhou grasped the meaning, his large face flushed instantly to the color of a pig's liver.
I haven't had much schooling, so please don't go fooling me? Damn it—if you've had so little schooling, how the hell did you claw your way up to the peak of the Heaven Tier? Do you mean to tell me you can't even read all your characters properly?
Had he not been standing on the arena at that moment, Meng Zhou would likely have charged straight over and trampled Qiao Hongcai underfoot. When your intelligence has already become a laughingstock, what use is it to be a fine hand at the early stage of foundation establishment?
Wei Zhao smiled faintly and nodded at Qiao Hongcai. This Qiao Hongcai had real mettle in him—he had dared to speak his mind from the very beginning, and he was doing so still.
As for Meng Jueming and his lot, they could only massage their foreheads in speechless exasperation. Meng Zhou really was a hopeless case—useless clay that would not hold up a wall. Small wonder they had never expected this creature to deal with Wei Zhao; otherwise they would truly have been blind.
Meng Zhou had no choice but to shoot Qiao Hongcai a venomous glare, then turned to the referee, who had been dispatched from within the Three-Tiered Pavilion specifically to oversee fairness, and, swallowing his fury, said, "Referee, sir—may we begin?"
The referee was no disciple of the Azure Cloud Pavilion, but a disciple of the Mystic Mechanism Pavilion assigned across pavilions precisely to prevent any backroom manipulation. At this, he smiled without much concern and announced, "Both parties are ready. The first round of the newcomer challenge tournament—begin now."
Meng Zhou bared his teeth in a savage grin, the aura of a fine hand at the early foundation stage fully unleashed. From the look of him, he intended to go all out from the very first move and strike Xiao Che dead—this was a man preparing to kill and vent his rage!
After all, there was an absolute suppression of levels between them. Even if Xiao Che was formidable, facing a fine hand at the early foundation stage who was going all out would still be perilous in the extreme. To say his chances were grim would not be an exaggeration.
Yet just as Meng Zhou gathered his sky-soaring momentum, before he could make his move, Xiao Che turned to the referee and said, plain and unhurried, three words: "I surrender."
Damn it! Meng Zhou nearly choked on his own breath. His qi veered wildly in an instant, and he came within a hair of spraying out a mouthful of blood. Below the stage, the crowd broke into an uproar, staring at one another in disbelief.
He had put on that calm, masterful air for so long, winding Meng Zhou up thoroughly and even filling the watching newcomers with anticipation—and in the end, you go and say "I surrender"?
Are you freaking kidding us?
At this, not only were Meng Zhou and his group stunned, but even Wei Zhao and the others had not expected it. Surrendering meant conceding defeat outright, and Xiao Che had never once said he would do such a thing!
"Wh-what? How can he do that? Isn't that just giving that bastard Meng Zhou a free ride?" Qiao Hongcai was struck dumb.
In his view, facing a piece of trash like Meng Zhou, even if one were outmatched, one absolutely must not let the other side off easy—even at the cost of mutual ruin, even at the cost of fighting to the death. To lose without a fight, as Xiao Che had done, was no different from defecting to the enemy!