Chapter 3886 — The Challenger Tournament Concludes
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"One jab and he bites every time. This thing really is a nice obedient straw sack." Qiao Hongcai chuckled, rolled up his sleeves, and strode onto the platform.
The whole arena instantly boiled over. Every time these two clashed it was bloody and brutal as hell—today really was one good show after another!
"If you have any last words, spit them out quick. Save people saying this lord is heartless—if I just up and kill you later, they'll claim I didn't even let a man leave a final sentence." Meng Zhou sneered, looking down on him with utter contempt.
Though he had not yet taken the Midnight Heart-Splitting Pill, over the past stretch Meng Jueming, in order to let him withstand the pill's powerful medicinal force one hundred percent, had specially procured a great many auxiliary pills for him to nourish and warm his body.
So even though Meng Zhou was not yet at the peak of early Foundation Establishment, his condition was better than ever before. Against Wei Zhao he had no hope of victory, but against a mere piece of trash like Qiao, he did not take him seriously at all.
But at these words Qiao Hongcai looked at him as though at an idiot: "Aren't you going to leave any last words yourself? Beaten like a dead dog two matches running—I'm rather curious where you get this confidence. From that look on your face, you've taken some medicine, haven't you? Or did you take the wrong medicine?"
"Hmph! Sharp tongue!" Meng Zhou snorted coldly and struck out in fury. From first to last he had always placed himself on equal footing with Wei Zhao, and naturally disdained to waste breath on a petty figure like Qiao Hongcai; even though their last two bouts had ended in mutual ruin, Qiao Hongcai still did not enter his discerning eye.
Feeling the force behind Meng Zhou's leg, Qiao Hongcai was slightly taken aback: "Your strength's a bit greater than before—but I haven't been idle these past two months either!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A succession of dull, heavy thuds as fist and foot struck flesh—Qiao Hongcai and Meng Zhou's desperate grapple was as savage and bloody as ever. They knew each other far too well; there were no tricks, only pure hard clash against hard!
Half an incense stick's time later, before the dumbstruck eyes of everyone present, Meng Zhou was flung off the platform by Qiao Hongcai like a dead dog. Though Qiao Hongcai himself was in such a sorry state he could barely stand, this time there was no doubt about it—Qiao Hongcai had won!
"Mother of hell!" Meng Jueming's eyeballs nearly bulged out of his head. When Meng Zhou had been goaded onto the stage earlier, he had already sensed something was wrong; but the fellow's head was full of mush, and before he could move to stop him, Meng Zhou had already fallen for the trick and climbed up.
Now look at this mess—more than a month of pill-based conditioning all wasted. To have Meng Zhou take the Midnight Heart-Splitting Pill, the preparations would have to start all over again. This thing was truly a hopeless case beyond all propping up!
But seeing Qiao Hongcai manage a hard-won victory over Meng Zhou only further confirmed Meng Jueming's earlier conjecture: Wei Zhao's gang must have taken the Limit Golden Pill—not only Wei Zhao himself, but this Qiao Hongcai fellow as well. Otherwise, given his enormous disadvantage in martial skill, there was simply no way he could have defeated a Meng Zhou in peak condition!
Little did he know that this hard-won victory over Meng Zhou was entirely the fruit of Qiao Hongcai's two months of desperate, bitter cultivation. Heaven rewards diligence—not everyone was willing to spend all twelve double-hours of the day, day and night, on cultivation the way Qiao Hongcai did.