Chapter 1107: Chapter 684: Hesitation, Lord Yao, and the Struggle for Destiny!_3
"Isn’t it true that all the benefits go to those who come later..."
Someone whispered.
The young Taoist’s earlobes twitched slightly, and he smiled gently:
"Who goes first or last is the choice of fate, and whether to follow my words is everyone’s freedom.
If the next person lets me go up, it wouldn’t be impossible to take down Meng Chuan."
"You’re quite confident..."
Everyone muttered in their hearts but gradually agreed with the young Taoist’s statement.
Because unconsciously, everyone’s goal had shifted somewhat off course.
From the initial ’I want to usurp the throne’ to how to use a relay battle to exhaust the big boss on the overlord throne...
During the conversation, a person suddenly shimmered with a brilliant red light.
Lord Yao, who hadn’t participated in the discussion, glanced at his contestant ID card.
Expressionless, he slowly walked from the contestant seat to the battle area.
Some people’s spirits lifted; finally, a real elite fighter was coming on.
[Blustering Gale Tiger·Lord Yao]!
A 29-year-old peak Martial Arts Master from Eastern United University, his Inner Realm Qi Blood gathered into a golden sun, ready to shine through the Three Flowers and focus fully at the Mysterious Pass!
"Go, Brother Yao, remember our strategy!"
"Brother Yao is a Tiger Form expert, his explosive power is top-notch, and his body technique is also good.
This time, Meng Chuan is surely... going to be embarrassed!"
But the dominance Meng Chuan demonstrated in the previous two matches was too strong, and he still had many techniques unused.
People still doubted if Lord Yao could defeat Meng Chuan; the implication was all about wanting him to wear Meng Chuan out...
Even the young Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain brightened his eyes.
If Lord Yao was willing to cooperate with this strategy, when it was his turn, the chances of defeating Meng Chuan would greatly increase!
However, things didn’t go as they expected...
The chattering was noisy and bothersome!
Lord Yao picked at his ear, responding with not a single word.
Instead, his tiger-like eyes stared ahead at the overlord’s high platform, becoming brighter.
He stopped in his tracks, flinging off the brown fur coat he wore to the ground.
His back slightly arched, his steps heavy as a mountain, the sound of his tread in the silence like a tiger stealthily moving.
With each step, the aura grew heavier, as if the air was being pushed outward.
As his feet landed on the platform, Lord Yao turned his head, his brows lifted:
"Even though the odds aren’t high, I might not necessarily lose!
But in any case, I won’t choose to run like a stray dog! That’s your choice; I don’t care, I just want a hearty battle!"
As he spoke, Lord Yao turned his head back, glaring at the tall figure standing up from the Black Obsidian Throne.
He raised his hand and clasped his fist, his eyes full of battle intent.
With a wide grin, his wild laughter swept across the entire venue, and the sound waves caused even the force field protecting the spectator stands to buzz loudly.
"I am Lord Yao, willing to challenge Meng True Inheritance’s skills!"
Swish—
Meng Chuan stood firm before Lord Yao’s face, behind him loomed a victory as dark as the night, inching bit by bit to devour the fierce giant tiger perched above Lord Yao’s head.
"Please, Yao True Inheritance."
The intensity on the field suddenly escalated several levels, and Dong Xin, standing remotely at the commentary platform, felt a chilling cold pierce through her bones.
She knew, she was also a Martial Arts Master, yet felt utterly terrified in this atmosphere!
Ordinary Third Limit level fighters were naturally vastly inferior to the new generation’s strongest standing below the platform!
Meng Chuan and Lord Yao were again enveloped by the spirit brilliance, relieving the oppressive atmosphere somewhat.
Dong Xin quickly adjusted her state, saying loudly:
"The third overlord challenge match is about to begin. Will contestant Lord Yao succeed in his challenge? Let’s wait and see!"
...
Endless vast forests, undulating majestic mountains.
And there’s also the miasma forest weather.
Only just opening his eyes, Meng Chuan witnessed this scene and said to himself:
"Seems like this time it’s ’releasing the tiger back to the mountain’..."
Lord Yao is a Tiger Form expert, and with the mountain forest support, it’s like being a fish in water, his strength increases dramatically.
But he didn’t mind it at all.
If he could let his limbs and bones move comfortably, Meng Chuan would be grateful to Lord Yao...
At the contestant seat, everyone watched the large screen above them, seeing the two begin to move through the forest, both searching for each other’s Qi, the distance between them gradually closing.
Everyone there regretted:
"The forest is the tiger’s home ground; if Lord Yao could execute our strategy, dealing with Meng Chuan later should be much easier."
"Eh... It is indeed a pity."
The young Taoist shook his head and said:
"Lord Yao isn’t bad; maybe there’s a chance he’ll win, let’s watch the match first."
...
Meng Chuan raced through the forest.
He lightly sniffed and received feedback from his Qi Observation Skill, immediately halting his steps.
Turning his toes forty-five degrees, he looked towards the northwest side.
From his perception, starting from the mountainside over there, large patches of scarlet fog spread.
Even the flow of the wind reversed, blowing from northwest to southeast.
The gale pushed the scarlet fog like waves surging towards where he stood.
Lord Yao’s perception, possibly enhanced by the mountain forest, enabled him to detect Meng Chuan from afar.
"Interesting..."
Meng Chuan softly inhaled, with a gleaming green light enveloping his body, advancing forward.
"A more advanced method of tiger descending from the mountain, Lord Yao truly deserves to be a top master of Tiger Form, playing with the wind and clouds effortlessly."
Wang Yang, the gold medal commentator, witnessed this scene with great emotion.
On the big screen, amidst the dense scarlet clouds, a gigantic fierce tiger lay hidden.
No one could see clearly, except for a pair of blood-red tiger eyes peering through the fog, shining brightly.
He had also studied Tiger Form Boxing, yet far inferior to Lord Yao.
Such a top-level genius, once Breaking Four, even Wang Yang might not be his match.
After Wang Yang spoke, as Dong Xin was about to continue, she suddenly closed her mouth.
