Chapter 3931 — Indescribably Lucky
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The key to this victory lay not in the eagle's raw strength, but in its fighting spirit—that resolve to press forward even unto death. In this alone, the Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle's mettle truly matched Qiao Hongcai himself.
"Tch. A perfectly good advantage, and you stumble at the last step. Useless trash," Murong Zhen spat coldly. Then, without so much as another glance at the Butterfly Queen on the ground, she turned and walked away.
"That woman is truly cold-blooded. Just now she made such a show of adoring that Butterfly Queen, and now that it's lost, she immediately washes her hands of it. What a misfortune to be loved by the wrong person," Wei Zhao said, shaking his head in exasperation.
Xiao Che and the others all nodded. If one wanted a living example of a fickle, heartless nature, Murong Zhen was it. Thinking on it now, Meng Jueming and his lot were rather to be pitied. While Meng Jueming held power and influence, Murong Zhen would fawn over him in every way; but once his usefulness ran out, he would be left to weep. A woman like that not kicking a man when he was down would already count as boundless mercy.
Only when Qiao Hongcai stepped forward and carried the paralyzed Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle away did the Butterfly Queen, drenched in gore, finally regain her freedom. Following the scent Murong Zhen had left behind, she flapped her wings with difficulty, lurching high and low until she vanished from everyone's sight.
With the conclusion of this focal match between the Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle and the Butterfly Queen, the first round of the spirit-pet tournament was at last entirely finished.
Yet the referee allowed the spirit beasts no time at all to rest. The draw for the second round came hard on its heels—and this time, the opponent Wei Zhao drew was none other than Qiao Hongcai.
That result actually came as immense relief to Qiao Hongcai. "Thank goodness it's the leader I'm facing. If it were anyone else, I really wouldn't be content to just give up like this," he said, counting himself fortunate.
With no rest period, his Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle was now paralyzed from head to tail and could not move. To pit it against another spirit beast was simply out of the question; his only option was to concede.
There was no help for it—such were the rules laid down from above. Only through relentless back-to-back combat could a spirit beast's true limits be revealed. As for some getting a bye while others drew weak opponents, one could only say that nothing in this world was ever absolutely fair, and often enough luck itself was part of strength.
It was not only Meng Zhou; the other newcomers, too, were beginning to look at the referee with something odd in their eyes. Had this referee not been a fellow pavilion disciple appointed from above, they would have suspected he had been bought off by Wei Zhao—otherwise, how could Wei Zhao enjoy such dumb, outrageous luck?
Before doing a single thing, he had effortlessly pocketed twenty points. Wei Zhao's idle, untroubled air made the other newcomers burn with envy. If looks could kill, Wei Zhao would by now have been riddled with a thousand holes.