I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 167 - 165: March On, March On

When the topic turned to Thunderlight Hall getting thrashed in their first two matches, and in a very humiliating way, the girls all grew a little indignant. But soon, Zhou Qian had fought with his life on the line to reclaim Thunderlight Hall’s dignity. Girls always have a soft spot for heroes. Strength may vary, but a man must have a backbone.

And when Wang Meng took the stage, his sheer domineering presence was enough to sweep away all opposition.

The others were listening intently. Youn Yuqing couldn’t help but interrupt Zhang Liang. "Junior Brother Zhang, aren’t you exaggerating a bit? Jia Shidao is strong enough to be in the Holy Hall’s top ten. Complete suppression... that doesn’t seem possible. As far as I know, Wang Meng’s Elemental Power is at the Sixteenth Layer at most, right?"

Zhang Liang’s expression turned serious. "Senior Sister Youn, I am not exaggerating in the slightest. To be precise, Elder Wang kept his Elemental Power at the Fifteenth Layer the entire time. And the whole process was indeed an incredibly domineering suppression. The reality is probably even more unbelievable than what I’m describing!"

He didn’t even make a single move, and his opponent conceded.

To subdue the enemy without fighting... It was like something out of a legend.

Everyone looked at Yang Ying. Suddenly, she really wanted to see what Wang Meng was like when he was being so domineering. She always felt that he was a person who didn’t seem to care about anything. ’His body is here in the Holy Hall, but who knows where his heart is.’

"Is Thunderlight Hall going to continue challenging others?"

"Yes, Senior Sister Wan. Elder Wang told me himself. The next stop is Fire Cloud Hall."

Zhang Liang said, his mind still seemingly lost in that incomparably domineering battle.

Youn Yuqing frowned slightly. "That’s a bit reckless. Given the current situation, Thunderlight Hall has suffered heavy losses, and Fire Cloud Hall is far stronger than them. Fire Cloud Hall is well-rested and waiting for them; they don’t stand a chance."

The others nodded in agreement. From the previous battles, Thunderlight Hall certainly had guts and fought desperately, but there’s a difference between courage and reckless bravery.

"Zhang Liang, what do you think?" Yang Ying suddenly asked.

Zhang Liang was a bit flattered. He was surprised that Yang Ying would actually ask for his opinion on something like this.

Zhang Liang thought for a moment. "Senior Sister, based on a comparison of strength, I don’t think Thunderlight Hall stands a chance. The power gap is obvious. Even though Thunderlight Hall defeated our Hundred Herbs Hall... for some reason, I’m hoping for a miracle."

Yang Ying nodded. ’That’s just like Wang Meng. He’s able to give those around him a sense of... anticipation.’

Immortal Origin Hall, by contrast, was rather calm, as if nothing happening outside had anything to do with them.

Liangyuan and his junior brothers were still in seclusion, training bitterly. They were waiting for their revenge. Nothing else concerned them.

Until they defeated Lingyin Hall, they would never be able to hold their heads high.

Thunderlight Hall had become a sea of cheers. Zhao Ya, Wan Jing, and Wang Bodang had never expected to win this battle. They felt that just getting this far was good enough, but their disciples had actually done it.

Miracles aren’t born from wishes; they’re forged in battle.

Meanwhile, Wang Meng and the others took Zhou Qian to see Zhou Feng. After checking Zhou Qian’s pulse, Zhou Feng glanced at him. "You’ve got some serious nerve. This is practically suicide. Your body just recovered from the Soul Refining Pill, and now you’ve injured it like this again. How many lives do you think you have?"

"Old Zhou, cut the crap. How is Zhou Qian?"

"Patience, patience! Let me finish talking!" Zhou Feng glared at Wang Meng. "Normally, he would have been a lost cause. But, he’s lucky. It’s as they say, every action has its consequence, all decided by fate. This kid’s affinity is Five Elements Master Flame, and a pretty good one at that. That’s why he was able to use the Bursting Fire Talisman so well," Zhou Feng said with a smile.

Wang Meng’s heart was put at ease. If that was the case, then the new type of Emergency Pill was the perfect remedy.

Zhou Feng took out a bottle. "Here, this batch was just prepared. But remember: injuries come like a landslide, but healing is like drawing out a silk thread. He’ll need to recuperate slowly, or there will definitely be lasting complications."

Hearing this, Zhou Qian let out a huge sigh of relief. "See? I told you I’m too lucky to die! HAHA."

"Kid, you can’t keep testing your luck like this. Your physical condition is average at best. If you keep this up, you’ll get yourself killed easily."

Zhou Feng chuckled. He didn’t say it out loud, but it was clear that Elder Zhou appreciated people with backbone.

Having a backbone didn’t mean talking about fighting and killing all day long. It meant being brave enough to risk it all and fight with your life on the line when it truly mattered.

It was about knowing what to do and what not to do.

He had to admit, this kid Zhou Qian was quite to his liking. And since the boy also shared the surname Zhou, he might even consider bringing him into the Zhou Family.

Now that Zhou Qian had escaped death’s door, everyone could finally relax.

"Senior Sister Liuu, don’t be fooled by how Fatty’s always joking around. He’s actually very concerned about his pride. Right now, you’re the only one who can comfort him."

Wang Meng said. Even though they had won in the end, Zhang Xiaojiang had become a laughingstock. No one said anything, but his performance was plain to see. It didn’t matter if it was because Luu Miaoyin was strong or because he was weak; the result was a miserable disaster.

But just because everyone else understood didn’t mean Zhang Xiaojiang himself could get over this hurdle.

Wang Meng had never seen Zhang Xiaopang work so hard before. As his brother, he knew better than anyone the passion in Zhang Xiaojiang’s heart. But this was a trial he had to overcome himself!

It didn’t matter that he had fallen. What mattered was getting back up right where he fell!

’I believe Zhang Xiaopang can definitely do it. But... if he dares to chicken out, I’ll beat him back onto the right path myself!’

The seven Ancestral Masters were also chatting, and Thunderbolt’s voice was by far the loudest.

What was the phrase again?

A great sense of vindication.

With Thunderbolt’s temper, whenever the Grand Tournament came around, he would either be in seclusion or traveling abroad. In any case, he would absolutely never show his face.

But this time, Thunderbolt had actually taken the initiative to invite the other Ancestral Masters to be his guests. This was an absolutely unprecedented first.

Of course, the official reason was to "strengthen their bonds." After all, wasn’t Kuchan also here?

"Thunderlight Hall’s performance this time was indeed surprising."

"What do you mean, surprising? That’s what you call strength!" Thunderbolt retorted.

The others just smiled without saying a word. They knew Thunderbolt had been holding it in for a long time and could finally gloat a little. To be fair, winning two matches in a row, even if it was against the lowest-ranked opponents, was still a commendable achievement.

"Junior Brother Zhao, your Fire Cloud Hall is the next target."

Zhao Tianlong smiled faintly. "You’re welcome to try. But I think this is where their little run ends."

"What do you mean, ’this is where it ends’? Believe it or not, Thunderlight Hall can beat your Fire Cloud Hall!"

Thunderbolt didn’t like the sound of that at all. Zhao Tianlong was clearly just humoring him, as if Thunderlight Hall had only gotten this far on dumb luck.

"Senior Brother Lei, the Grand Tournament is decided by strength. Frankly, Thunderlight Hall’s performance has been good this time, but this really is as far as they’ll go."

Zhao Tianlong was incredibly haughty. If someone challenged him, he wouldn’t give them any face.

Thunderbolt rolled his eyes. "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Zhao Tianlong just chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. "There’s no point. We’re not children."

"Damn it! You used to have some guts, kid. How come you’ve gotten so gutless after being an Ancestral Master for so long? I’m telling you, Thunderlight Hall can win!"

Thunderbolt declared.

It wasn’t that Zhao Tianlong didn’t dare to bet; it was that a bet with such an obvious outcome was meaningless. Everyone knew Thunderbolt’s personality: act first, think later. No matter what Zhao Tianlong won, it would only embarrass Thunderbolt further. And Zhao Tianlong was a strategist; he clearly had no desire to stir up unnecessary trouble. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)