Chapter 846: Chapter 281: Su Yue’s Lightning Effects
"I’ll go first!"
"Su Yue, don’t worry. Even if I, your big bro, pull out this Divine Soldier, I won’t keep it."
"What belongs to you will still be yours. I’m just proving my strength, hehe!"
Meng Yang volunteered and stepped forward.
He circled the cyan stone pillar a few times, then let out a contemptuous chuckle.
What kind of crappy rock is this, all bark and no bite.
"Go ahead."
Su Yue calmly nodded.
"Meng Yang, if you can’t pull it out, just go kill yourself."
Bai Xiaolong sneered.
"If Meng Yang fails, then it’ll have to be my turn."
Yang Lezhi sighed as well.
"If any of you can pull it out, I’ll swear brotherhood with him!"
Zhao Qian’en also sneered.
Being able to call the future general of the Zhao Qi Corps "brother" was enough for any Martial Artist to brag about for a lifetime.
Even if you’re the son of Prince Qing, it’s still an honor.
Of course, the reason Zhao Qian’en dared to say that was because there was no way anyone could pull it out.
"Tsk, you little Garlic, that’s shady of you."
"Swearing brotherhood with us sounds more like you’re the one taking advantage here."
Yang Lezhi said with mock yin‑yang tone.
Little Garlic, little abacus, clacking away like crazy.
Zhao Qian’en kept his mouth shut.
In three days the riddle would be solved; all this chatter wasn’t actually important.
Uh... oooh... huu‑ha...
Meng Yang wrapped his arms around the stone pillar and started yanking like he was pulling up a turnip.
Too bad.
Didn’t budge an inch.
At this point, Bai Xiaolong and the others were frowning, their expressions a bit grave.
"Meng Yang, stop playing dumb, use some strength!"
Bai Xiaolong scolded with a cold face.
You can’t even pull out a damn stone pillar? Might as well just drop dead.
Even if it weighed ten thousand jin, it still shouldn’t be completely motionless.
"Cut the crap!"
Meng Yang’s face finally turned serious.
He adjusted into a more comfortable stance.
This stone pillar was very weird. Garlic was right: when you hugged the pillar, it didn’t feel like an ordinary object at all, but like some kind of rule that simply could not be shaken.
Yeah!
"Rule" is the only word that fits.
It really felt like you were trying to uproot the entire earth.
Boom boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Of course, Meng Yang didn’t get discouraged.
He started crazily burning all of his Qi Blood.
Can’t lose face here.
...
Gwa gwa gwa gwa!
Gwa gwa gwa gwa!
Outside the giant pit, a bunch of Scab Beast Demons screeched their sharp mockery.
They seemed used to this sort of scene and didn’t think Meng Yang had any chance of pulling it out.
...
Whoosh!
He fussed with it for a full ten‑plus minutes.
Meng Yang had already gone all out, switched through over a dozen postures, and used every trick he knew.
Fail!
Still an utterly complete failure.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Meng Yang hadn’t managed to shake it even a tiny bit.
He walked back down with a dark face.
"This thing is flat‑out impossible to pull out."
Meng Yang gave his verdict.
"Hmph, Meng Yang, if your skills aren’t up to par then shut it."
Bai Xiaolong walked up.
...
Gah gah gah gah!
Gwa gwa gwa gwa!
Outside the giant pit, the Scab Beast Demons kept up their ridicule.
They could already tell this guy was trash too.
Sure enough.
Even though Bai Xiaolong made an even bigger show of force than Meng Yang, the ending was exactly the same.
In the end, Bai Xiaolong admitted defeat.
"Bai Xiaolong, why so quiet? Go on, pull it out."
Meng Yang mocked coldly.
"Everyone shut up. At crucial moments like this, what you need is a destiny‑favored protagonist to step in.
"I, Yang Lezhi, have always believed I’m the main character of this world."
Yang Lezhi twisted his neck and calmly walked over to the stone pillar.
"Yang Lezhi, if you fail, how about you eat your socks?"
Zhao Qian’en suddenly seized a chance for revenge.
He’d never gotten over the sock incident. It was so damn stinky he had to let Yang Lezhi experience it personally.
This grudge had to be repaid.
"Hmph, trying to piss me off with petty goading?
"What a laughable tactic. Fine... if I, Yang Lezhi, can’t pull up this weapon, then I’ll admit defeat.
"Victory and defeat are common fare for soldiers. I, Yang Lezhi, can accept losing."
Yang Lezhi declared righteously.
"I’m talking about the socks, don’t change the subject.
"If you can’t pull it out, you eat your socks. Dare or not?"
Zhao Qian’en was about to lose it.
He realized this guy Yang Lezhi looked dumb as hell, but whenever something came up, he never acted on impulse.
"Lose means lose, win means win. Why drag socks into it? Isn’t that disgusting?"
As expected.
Yang Lezhi could always stand on the moral high ground, full of righteous bluster.
He was clearly scared shitless, yet he still had to look down on everyone else.
This guy had taken shamelessness to its peak.
Of course Yang Lezhi didn’t dare to bet.
Honestly, the moment Meng Yang failed to pull it out, Yang Lezhi’s heart had already turned to mush.
But no matter whether he could win the contest, he absolutely could not lose in the acting‑cool department.
And sure enough!
Yang Lezhi failed, just as he should.
He lost without causing the slightest ripple.
Gwa gwa gwa!
The Scab Beast Demons outside the giant pit couldn’t even be bothered to mock them anymore.
There was no point.
How many years had it been, and how many powerful Martial Artists had come? Clean sweep of failures, not a single success.
"Su Yue, you insisted on coming to a place like this, so go ahead and give it a try yourself."
Meng Yang said again.
"Su Yue, you’re just a Third Grade, risking your life to come here—what for? It’s just a waste of time.
"Forget it, it still takes guts to come, so we won’t laugh at you."
Bai Xiaolong also shook his head.
He didn’t think Su Yue could pull it out at all.
Garlic was right; even a Ninth Grade probably couldn’t pull it free.
This wasn’t about weight at all.
Even if it weighed a hundred thousand jin, it still shouldn’t be this immovable.
This was a kind of rule.
A rule that even a Ninth Grade couldn’t break.
"Little brother‑in‑law, hurry up and give it a try. Once you’re done, we’re out of here. I’ve got to go find Rosa Grass, can’t afford delays!"
Yang Lezhi shook his head; he didn’t think Su Yue could pull it out either.
