Yet Meng Zhao knew full well that such smooth gains could never be achieved in one stroke. If not for his own peerless martial prowess, sweeping all before him and meeting strength with strength—first breaking the Four Sacred Envoys' Innate Five Elements Annihilation Grand Array, then intimidating everyone present with unsurpassed martial arts—these people would never have bowed their heads so readily.
Moreover, tracing things back to their source, if Meng Zhao had not been both bold and meticulous, and repeatedly encountered fortunate opportunities—joining the Divine Might Army as the Dan Chi Clan's son-in-law and earning Si Peng's regard—then a scheme like today's, waiting behind as the oriole, would likewise have been exceedingly difficult to carry out.
It could only be said that one part luck, three parts calculation, and six parts strength had allowed Meng Zhao to almost perfectly achieve the goal he had originally envisioned.
Meng Zhao believed there were three kinds of formidable people in this world: those who liked to use their brains, the wise; those who liked to use force, the powerful; and those who possessed both, people complete in wisdom and martial ability.
He was certainly the third kind—and one of the finest among them. Otherwise, he would surely have been unable to bring today's operation to such a perfect conclusion.
At this moment, the situation in the arena had already become exceedingly clear. Apart from the severely wounded Xiang Qing and Luo Ning, everyone else was Meng Zhao's person—at least, on the surface, they were Meng Zhao's people. And how could Xiang Qing and Luo Ning possibly turn the tables while gravely injured?
Si Peng did not kick them while they were down. He merely stood quietly where he was, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Out of years of affection,