Chapter 3929 — How Do You Figure That?
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"I already told you it's a spirit pet battle—nobody's asking you to fight in person. What difference does it make whether you can move?" Murong Zhen eyed him mockingly and gestured around them. "Can't you see your spirit pets have all slipped away long ago? They weren't affected at all, so why shouldn't the spirit pet battles go on?"
"Uh…" Meng Zhou was struck dumb, quite unable to answer.
These spirit pets, whether strong or weak, had all sensed trouble early and retreated neatly to one side, just like Wei Zhao and the others. Only their masters had stood there like fools—and now that they had fallen into the trap, who was there to blame but their own stupidity?
Had anyone else played such a trick on him, Meng Jueming would surely have taught them a proper lesson, using it to establish his authority ahead of his coming promotion to one of the three Pavilion Masters. But the culprit was Murong Zhen—the capable ally he would certainly have to rely on heavily in days to come, and a woman who was, besides, his bedmate. He could only turn a blind eye and feign generosity and forbearance.
Since Meng Jueming said nothing, the other newcomers naturally dared not speak either. Meng Zhou might be short on brains, but where Murong Zhen was concerned, beyond drooling over her, he was in truth rather afraid of the woman.
And so it was that when the referee finally arrived, everyone in the field still wore the same constipated look of paralysis. Thus, amid this bizarre atmosphere, the spirit pet battles raised their curtain.
As stated before, the final score of this spirit beast examination was the sum of two parts: first, the spirit beast rank score; second, the spirit beast strength score.
The spirit beast's rank was plain at a glance and could be scored directly, while the spirit beast's strength had to be won entirely through its own performance in single-round elimination matches.
Such a set of rules, fair and reasonable as it looked at first glance, was on strict examination still rather flawed and wanting.
After all, not every spirit pet was a combat type. Take Wei Zhao's Heavenly Thunder Pig: in pure fighting strength it was utter trash, yet its peerless treasure-seeking trait meant its value far surpassed that of any ordinary combat spirit pet. Like Li Zhengming's Ghost Tiger, it was an existence of strategic value.
Yet under the rules of spirit pet combat, such strategic-grade spirit pets had virtually no chance of scoring high—a thoroughly infuriating state of affairs.
Still, since the higher-ups had laid down these rules, unfair as they might be, there was little room for complaint; one could only swallow one's discontent.
In the end, this was a world where the strong reigned supreme. So what if yours was a strategic-grade spirit pet? If your fist wasn't as hard as the next man's, then you had only yourself to blame—go find a grave and weep there.
Under the referee's supervision, the newcomers came forward one by one to draw lots and determine their opponents. Apart from Wei Zhao and a few others, everyone walked like a zombie—but at least they could just barely move now, so they needn't lose face!
"Jia One," Wei Zhao read the number on his wooden slip, then began searching among the crowd. At last his gaze fixed on one newcomer, and the corner of his mouth curved into a faint arc.
At the same moment, that newcomer also looked toward Wei Zhao, holding the matching "Jia Two" tag. This newcomer was none other than Cha Wu, widely reckoned the weakest of them all.
"Referee, sir, how do you figure this?" Wei Zhao asked, turning to the referee. This Cha Wu happened to be one of the four Qingyun Pavilion newcomers who had failed to subdue a spirit pet at all—there was simply no way he could take part in a spirit pet battle.