Chapter 3777 — How to Choose?
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If things continued this way, Wei Zhao—this so-called top newcomer—would be naturally neutralized in the challenge tournament stage.
If Meng Zhou, his greatest competitor, were cautious enough not to actively challenge him, then it was likely that no one else would step forward to feed him points before the tournament ended, and he would be left to sit on his pitiful initial score and end in embarrassment.
Mountain-Low No. 1 corresponded to an initial score of fifteen points—hardly a small sum for other newcomers, but to a creature like Wei Zhao, who had scored a divine-grade perfect result in two consecutive stages, it was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
To have strength that utterly crushed everyone else, yet be forced to muddle through the entire challenge tournament without accomplishment—would a creature like Wei Zhao, who wanted to show off and steal the limelight at every turn, really be content with that?
The frustration and stifled anger in all this—one could feel it with even a careless guess of the toes!
Of course, for Wei Zhao this was a pit of suffocating depression, but for the other newcomers it was a golden opportunity—it all came down to whether they had the boldness, the guts, to seize it!
When everyone with eyes could see that challenging Wei Zhao was courting death, when everyone with eyes automatically ignored this top newcomer who had woven his own cocoon, and then suddenly a newcomer jumped out to challenge him—and a newcomer whose cave dwelling rank was very near the bottom—what would happen? How would Wei Zhao react?
Courting death? That was merely the instinctive first reaction. Once one truly came to one's senses, any normal person would absolutely be able to see the opportunity in it—Wei Zhao was naturally no exception.
Think about it: so long as one deliberately lost the first match, the rest of the challenge tournament would be a guaranteed profit of over a hundred points. Who would want to pass up such an opportunity?
Once missed, a second chance would be very hard to come by.
So, following this line of thinking, Zha Wu—a weakling who ranked dead last among all the Azure Cloud Pavilion newcomers—suddenly realized that his chance had come!
One had to know that although the other newcomers could easily think of this too, the problem was that they might not have the boldness to go all in and smash the pot.
Because even if Wei Zhao, being sensible, cooperated and conceded when challenged, without the strength to back it up they still could not hold their seat at Mountain-Low No. 1. They would not only lose the challenge opportunity, but sooner or later they would have to cough up those fifteen points—which would make the whole thing meaningless.
But while it was meaningless to the other newcomers, to Zha Wu, that bottom-ranked weakling, it was meaningful beyond all measure!
The logic was simple: his strength was feeble, and he had scraped together a mere eleven points in the first two stages. At this rate, ending up dead last was all but certain—so while the other newcomers were still quibbling over how many points they had, he had already passed a death sentence on himself in advance.
Many a time, going all in and smashing the pot also required capital, and Zha Wu's capital was nothing short of heaven-sent!
In his current predicament, last place was inevitable anyway, and haggling over points had long since lost all meaning. Better, then, to do something memorable—and perhaps, when the time came, turn his fate around.
Take the present moment: when everyone else dared not challenge Wei Zhao, the top newcomer, he alone dared to jump out—and in the end Wei Zhao actually conceded of his own accord. If word of this could be spread around, what effect would it have?