Meng Zhao pondered for a moment, then suddenly said,
"Between these two in their Life and Death Duel, who do you think has the better odds of winning? Can Old Blade Zhao truly defeat Gu Li and kill him?"
Everything Meng Zhao knew about the two men came from Lu Hou'er's account. No matter how vast his wisdom or heaven-piercing his martial arts, he could not determine their relative strength from that alone. Thus, he asked Lu Hou'er.
Truth be told, Old Blade Zhao really was a fine blade—perfect for breaking enemies and sharpening one's edge.
Lu Hou'er revealed a bitter smile and shook his head.
"This lowly one has gathered some information, but the time was simply too short, and what I know is limited. I cannot accurately assess their strength, so I dare not speak rashly.
"Still, if the Tan Family truly instructed Old Blade Zhao to deal with Gu Li from behind the scenes, they should have some degree of confidence."
Meng Zhao nodded. By ordinary reasoning, that was indeed so. But if he could think of it, and Lu Hou'er could think of it, could Gu Li not think of it as well?
The man had dared to accept this Life and Death Duel, so he clearly held some Trump Card in hand. He might not be certain of victory, but he surely possessed some confidence. Especially since Lu Hou'er had just said that he might possess some Exotic Treasure—making him even more of an unknown.
The lower limit of an Exotic Treasure could be unimpressive, but its upper limit was exceedingly high. Who knew what sort it might be?
From Meng Zhao's position and perspective, he naturally hoped that Old Blade Zhao would directly beat Gu Li to death in the arena, leaving no hidden