"The first candidate, in fact, has just been mentioned by Your Highness—the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King. Though still young, his martial cultivation truly stands peerless across the Divine Continent.
It is said that he has attained Great Grandmaster martial arts. His talent is extraordinary, transcendent beyond compare; his combat strength is unmatched, and he possesses a Special Physique.
If he were willing to act, then even without information on those so-called flaws and weaknesses, there would still be a seventy to eighty percent chance of taking down Nangong Yao."
Although Meng Zhao was no good man in Beitang Shu's eyes, no matter how one looked at it, he was an excellent candidate.
This was not merely outside praise and exaggeration. By now, many people of the Northern Lands had already concluded that the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King's cultivation overshadowed the age. That was why he had been able to frighten off those barbarians from the Arctic Ice Plains.
After all, Meng Zhao's attitude back then had been too forceful. He had directly made a decision to stake everything on a single gamble.
Would he have dared to do that without absolute confidence?
Meng Zhao's temperament had been thoroughly understood not only by aristocratic clans and great families, but also by many within the Jianghu Martial Arts World.
He was absolutely not an impulsive, shortsighted man. On the contrary, he was deep and calculating, shrewd and seasoned. Without confidence, he would never make a losing deal.
With that premise, there was no need to say more about Meng Zhao's martial cultivation.
As a legendary myth of the martial world, his confidence represented reality to a certain extent.
The candidate proposed by Mister Feng won the approval of quite a few people. Even Beitang Shu acknowledged