Of the three, he counted as one.
Chen Luo, who had come straight to him, counted as another.
As for the last...
Zhou You thought about his disciples and allies.
Wang Chongming and Lin Yunshao were out of the question. The former was utterly useless in a real fight. The latter had practiced swordsmanship, but she was still too inexperienced to take on seasoned fighters.
The Eight-Treasure Arhat could do it, but as a pillar of Eastward Temple, he would probably be competing on its behalf. Even if he wasn't, Zhou You couldn't bring himself to trouble him again.
As for everyone else...
Shengyuan was still unconscious. The monk from Rosy Clouds Temple was just an ordinary monk. Yan Feidie had gone missing and still hadn't been found. The Six Desires Remnant relied entirely on him to act and had little ability of its own. Besides, he didn't dare let the thing loose...
Zhou You looked back over his journey and finally realized something.
It seemed, perhaps, maybe, quite possibly...
He had made far more enemies than friends along the way?
...Wait, no. He had always believed in treating people kindly. How could he have earned so many grudges?
It had to be the script's fault. It definitely wasn't his fault. It was this world's fault!
Seeing Zhou You wrestle with himself, Chen Luo raised his head and asked quietly,
"Is there some other problem? Are all the places taken? If so, I don't mind starting from the beginning..."
Zhou You waved a hand.
"It's got nothing to do with you, brother... Shall we set a time to meet?"
Chen Luo thought for a moment, then said,
"Three days from now, then. You have special permission to skip the earlier rounds, so you only need to fight in the last