Chapter 1016: Chapter 1016
"Hehe, we’ve already got no chance at winning this competition, let’s see which of these two can take first place."
Qian Bujun chuckled carelessly, squinting at Wan Yong and Tang Ming: "Since our victory is beyond reach, we now need to plan on how to ensure someone from the Ming Group faction wins."
"What do you mean? Are you planning to help Wan Yong?"
Zhao Tianba was slightly startled, looking at Qian Bujun with surprise.
"Not helping him, but helping ourselves."
Qian Bujun shrugged helplessly, "In the current situation, besides Wan Yong having the ability to compete with Tang Xin, none of us stand a chance. If Tang Xin wins the competition, the Dark Group family will rise in the next three years, which would be a significant loss for each of our families."
Zhao Tianba pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "You’re right. The conflicts within the Ming Group faction are internal, while those with the Dark Group are external. We can’t let the Dark Group win no matter what."
"Knowing I have no chance at first place, I have no choice but to consider the bigger picture."
Qian Bujun took a big bite of a chicken leg, speaking irritably: "If it wasn’t for this, I wouldn’t bother helping Wan Yong. But it’s not too bad now, as long as I take Lin Canghai down in tomorrow’s match, I won’t have any regrets."
Zhao Tianba nodded in agreement.
"We should have done this long ago; fighting individually only lets the enemy defeat us one by one."
Fu Renjie chimed in seriously, agreeing.
"Bullshit, if this were truly a team battle, you’d totally be dragging us down."
Qian Bujun cast a disdainful glance at Fu Renjie.
"You’re not even as good as a woman; I can’t believe you’re shameless enough to participate in the competition."
Zhao Tianba looked at Fu Renjie with a look of contempt, "Your cousin Fu Renxiong is already a Seven-star Martial Master, why isn’t he participating?"
"We... our Fu Family is the controlling family of the Ming Group and has no right to claim first place, so there’s no need to compete."
Fu Renjie shrank his head, feeling somewhat despondent.
The Fu Family had abandoned the competition from the start, sending him to "make soy sauce," otherwise they would have sent a stronger competitor like his cousin Fu Renxiong, who was already a Seven-star Peak Martial Master, certainly qualified to compete for first place.
"Hmph, the Fu Family has no hope of winning, so they don’t send their best competitors; such selfishness is simply shameful."
Upon hearing Fu Renjie’s explanation, Zhao Tianba and Qian Bujun simultaneously cursed with disdain, unaware they too were self-centered not long ago.
"Ahem, look, Wan Yong is making his move. I wonder if he can surpass Tang Xin’s score."
Fu Renjie quickly pointed at Wan Yong, changing the subject.
Only then did Qian Bujun and Zhao Tianba let Fu Renjie off, both looking at Wan Yong with serious expressions.
Though the conversation wasn’t pleasant, from this moment, the Ming Group faction’s competitors reached a consensus to unite.
To prevent the Dark Group faction from winning and controlling resource distribution, they must help Wan Yong secure first place in this competition.
Tang Ming and Lin Canghai, meanwhile, were focused solely on Wan Yong, even Tang Ming was a bit anxious now.
To be more precise, Tang Ming felt excited; the terrifying score he achieved was due to the energy stored in his body. If Wan Yong wants to surpass him, he too must use his trump card, otherwise, even for an Eight-star Martial Master, defeat is inevitable...
Wan Yong also took this explosion power test seriously, Tang Ming’s previous score was stunning and lacked specific reference values, making Wan Yong unable to be careless, having to go all out.
But as long as he could break two thousand pounds of force, guaranteed not to lose, he’d feel assured with this reference value.
That’s the difference between striking first and second.
After preparing, Wan Yong murmured softly and his body began to tremble strangely, his clothes shaking rapidly.
The crowd exclaimed seeing Wan Yong’s state.
Tang Ming squinted and intensely observed Wan Yong’s every move, knowing Wan Yong was getting serious.
Seconds later, Wan Yong’s body stopped vibrating, but his right arm shook even more violently like an engine, especially his fist, which trembled as if a phantom.
As everyone held their breath, Wan Yong roared and fiercely punched the wall.
The moment the fist collided with the wall, it instantly shattered, and the shirt sleeve turned to fragments.
A loud noise followed by the forceful wall being punched into a huge dent.
The digital display shook rapidly then exploded.
The crowd couldn’t help but exclaim, Wan Yong had actually broken down the instrument too.
Disappointment spread among the Dark Group faction, while the Ming Group faction breathed a sigh of relief; at least Wan Yong didn’t lose.
"Huff huff, can we proceed, host?"
Wan Yong took a deep breath, wiping sweat off his forehead.
Qin Fang swallowed uneasily, forcing a smile to introduce, "Wan Yong’s score is also two thousand pounds; in this round, Wan Yong and Tang Xin are tied for first."
Those concerned with the competition’s results felt disappointed.
"Not bad, the competition is getting more interesting."
Tang Ming laughed bizarrely as he watched Long Ao and others’ disappointed expressions.
Having discovered Wan Yong’s trump card, Tang Ming knew he’d have a better chance if they ever faced off directly.
Without paying attention to the competitors’ emotions, Qin Fang announced the round’s results enthusiastically.
Tang Ming, Wan Yong tied for first place, each scoring 100 points, total score of 500;
Qian Bujun second place, scoring 90, total score of 300;
Long Ao third place, scoring 80, total score of 310;
Zhao Tianba fourth place, scoring 70, total score of 250;
Lin Canghai fifth place, scoring 60, total score of 210;
Wu Xiaoyu sixth place, scoring 50, total score of 310;
Fu Renjie seventh place, scoring 40, total score of 120;
Meng Shuangfei forfeited, scoring 0, total score of 0.
Seeing the scores after five rounds, some were pleased, others worried.
Fu Renjie was now truly the last place contestant; although Meng Shuangfei was behind him, Meng had forfeited every round while Fu Renjie put in constant effort to end up last, bringing shame to the Fu Family.
Zhao Tianba, who previously felt confident about first place, now drooped as his total score after five rounds was just fourth, somehow falling behind Wu Xiaoyu, what a disgrace.