No matter whether Meng Zhao was being self-indulgent or not, he believed his analysis was quite reasonable.
Besides, given his strength, there was no such thing as prey being too strong for him to swallow.
The only thing he needed to be wary of was the hidden hand that might, or might not, stand behind the Heavenly King.
He had never been able to figure out whether the Evil Weapon Limit Break method was a secret art the Heavenly King had always possessed, or something bestowed upon him out of the blue by someone with ulterior motives. The former would make matters simple; the latter would make them complicated. Meng Zhao was not absolutely certain that he would be the one left smiling in the end.
Of course, those were matters for later. As things stood now, he could still control the entire situation.
Whether it was the thirty-odd warriors of the Dan Chi Clan or Indestructible Vajra Geng Pomo, one of the Heavenly King Gang's Eight Vajras, neither could defy his control. The gap in strength was right there.
Ji Rushuang did not know of all the twists and turns in Meng Zhao's mind, but she could see the situation clearly. Her clansmen in the center of the field were facing increasing danger. Though they had deliberately kept retreating under Geng Pomo's repeated pressure, they had faintly been forced to their limit.
As for Geng Pomo, he was like a cat toying with mice, enjoying himself immensely. Watching these robust, vigorous men tremble beneath his might, wanting to fight yet not daring to, only made him more excited.
"Not good, Young Master Lu. Geng Pomo has issued his final ultimatum. He is about to make his move."
Meng Zhao nodded. He was not especially worried, merely asking,
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