Chapter 3788 — Scared Stupid?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Yet with the idiot-like display Qiao Hongcai was putting on now, survival was out of the question—once Meng Zhou's Form Twenty-One swept past, he was as good as dead. Leaving a whole corpse would be his eighteen generations of ancestors doing him a favor.
"Heh, now we can start preparing to collect Qiao the Waste's corpse. Let this be a lesson to you all—this is what comes of crossing Meng Jue Ming!" Meng Jue Ming glanced at Wei Zhao and the others with a cold smile, a surge of satisfaction rising in his heart.
Ever since Wei Zhao arrived at the Welcome Pavilion, he had time and again challenged Meng Jue Ming, the august senior steward—yet what left jaws on the floor was that Wei Zhao had never once truly come off worse. Apart from the occasional good jade swapped away for a piece of scrap, it was Wei Zhao who kept pulling off miracles and coming out ahead; the man had wrung out a name for himself on sheer stubbornness while Meng Jue Ming stood by helpless, his old face all but lost entirely.
But now, once Meng Zhou struck down Qiao Hongcai—Wei Zhao's little underling—on the spot and made an example of him, killing the chicken to warn the monkeys, everything would cease to be a problem!
When all was said and done, however capable Wei Zhao might be, he was nothing more than a newcomer. In strength and in influence, he was not on the same level as Meng Jue Ming at all. The only reason he had managed to create the impression of standing as an equal rival was purely that unbroken streak of miracles, blown up layer upon layer like a soap bubble, endlessly drawing eyes—and that was how he had climbed step by step to his present position as the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers' unspoken, generally acknowledged overlord!
But once that undefeated streak was cut short, the bubble would burst in an instant, and Wei Zhao, the newcomers' overlord, would be beaten back to his true form at once. The other newcomers would then discover that apart from being a newcomer like themselves—apart from being a touch stronger—the fellow was not worth a fart!
And seizing this rare opportunity of the challenge tournament to have Meng Zhou snuff out Qiao Hongcai directly was the perfect means of pricking that bubble. The more bloody and thunderous the method, the more it would strike terror into hearts!
Qiao Hongcai's head was neither too big nor too small—just the right size to be raised as a battle standard!
Yet what surprised Meng Jue Ming was that at this very moment, watching Qiao Hongcai about to meet his end on the stage, Wei Zhao and the others showed not the slightest worry. Judging by their relaxed, easy expressions, they seemed instead to have great confidence in Qiao Hongcai?
A mere Heaven-rank great-perfection cultivator, caught in Meng Zhou's Form Twenty-One—let alone surviving, he would not even leave a whole corpse—and they still had confidence in Qiao Hongcai? These idiots must have all been possessed!
Meanwhile, on the stage, Qiao Hongcai himself, facing the thousand leg-shadows that held him fast, finally began to move.
The crowd below immediately curled their lips in disdain. The fellow had only just reacted now? Was he not a bit too slow on the uptake?
Qiao the Waste was Qiao the Waste after all—that nickname was no empty boast!
Seeing his high point total earlier, they had thought that following Wei Zhao had improved his strength, that he was truly one of Qingyun's top five newcomers. Who would have guessed he was nothing but a lucky showpiece—waste is waste, and one should never dream of a comeback! (To be continued...)