Martial Godly Emperor

He was faced with an evil choice.    

He had to choose between the two at this critical moment!    

When he returned to the martial arts field.    

Meng Yu saw that Zhou Ming and the others were covered in wounds and blood as they fell to the ground.    

Wu Meng, Qi Jie, Xiao Mei, Xiaoshao and the others saw that he had come. Their faces were full of anxiety as they all walked up to him.    

"Young master, quick, quick..."    

Wu Meng said in a somewhat incoherent manner.    

He didn't even have the time to ask where Meng Yu had gone because he had just gone to the cave to look for him and didn't see anyone.    

"What's going on?"    

"I was too tired just now, so I found a place to sleep. You guys are disturbing me."    

Meng Yu yawned and pretended to be lazy as he asked.    

Wu Meng was stunned. The young master had gone to sleep. No wonder he couldn't find him.    

He said, "We just went through three tough battles. The first round, one on one. We only won three matches, Zhou Ming, Zhou Liang, and Chao Shu. We lost. In the second round, it was three against three. We sent Zhou Ming, Zhou Liang, and Chao Shu. We won twice. We won. The third round was a group fight. Twenty people from both sides had fallen. In other words, our side and Young Sect Master had a rare tie of one win, one loss, and one draw."    

Meng Yu was a little surprised. Although he had put some of his focus on this competition, he didn't think that Zhou Ming and the others could defeat Han Lei's side with their strength. He didn't expect that they would end up in a tie.    

"If we end up in a tie, then let's continue fighting. What's the use of waiting for me to come back?"    

Meng Yu said with dissatisfaction.    

If it wasn't for Wu Meng urging him just now, perhaps he could have solved the secret of the stone monument.    

"Young master, the third round is a group fight. Just now, during the competition, the people from both sides were all knocked down, and the arena collapsed. So it was considered a draw. Zhou Ming and the others gritted their teeth and held on until the last moment. Only then did they manage to tie in the last round."    

" The three strongest people on our side, Zhou Ming, Zhou Liang and Chao Shu, are all injured to the point that they can no longer fight. "    

" Even Wang Xiaocheng and the others were lightly injured. Under such circumstances, we don't dare to send people over."    

Meng Yu finally understood what was going on.    

From Wu Meng's words, he heard that the process of the competition wasn't as easy as it seemed on the surface. It could be said that Zhou Ming and the others gritted their teeth and persisted until the end with injuries.    

He could not help but feel a trace of regret for saying that he had gone to sleep when he had just arrived. However, everyone here knew what kind of character he was, so no one blamed him.    

Meng Yu asked, "So we still have to compete now?"    

"Yeah. Fourth Elder and Elder Xu had said that they were both injured and that they would have to compete again in the future. However, Young Sect Master, Fifth Elder, and Sixth Elder insisted on continuing the competition when they saw that there was a profit to be gained from their side. Therefore, after some discussion, the elders decided to continue the fourth round of the competition. This time, the winner and loser will be decided in one round."    

"The rules are very simple. The young master and Young Sect Master will choose one of the disciples who went up the stage just now. The winner will be the winner of today's competition."    

"But we don't know who we have sent. Because Zhou Ming and the other two are seriously injured, we need young master to decide who will represent our side."    

Hearing Wu Meng's words, Meng Yu looked over. Sure enough, Zhou Ming, Zhou Liang, and a disciple named Chao Shu all had pale faces and bleeding bodies. They were all sitting on the ground with their eyes closed, healing their injuries.    

The others were also badly injured.    

The situation of Han Lei's disciples was similar to the situation here. They were also covered in injuries.    

However, the two strongest disciples on their side had only suffered some minor injuries. If they were to participate in the fourth round of the competition, the disciples on their side would not be able to fight the other side.    

Many people were looking at him at this moment.    

"The disciple taught by the Third Elder is able to reach this stage. It's a great improvement for him to be able to fight the disciples of Young Sect Master's side to a draw."    

"That's right, but that's all he can do. If it wasn't for Zhou Ming and Zhou Liang holding the competition back, they would have lost a long time ago. "    

"Zhou Ming, Zhou Liang, Wang Xiaocheng, and the others have fought bravely. They are truly loyal. They are all fighting with their lives on the line. However, in the face of the huge difference in strength, fighting with their lives on the line is useless. I think the Third Elder will definitely lose this last round."    

"What a pity. If the Third Elder were to teach them for a while longer, once Zhou Ming and the other disciples grow up, the disciples on Young Sect Master's side won't be able to handle it."    

The surrounding disciples expressed their opinions one after another.    

From their words, one could tell that no one thought highly of the Third Elder.    

"Third Elder, you haven't decided who will come up for the competition yet?"    

Han Lei looked at Meng Yu and said with a smile on his face.    

His two beautiful maids, Ma Yi and Qin Lengzhu, had already fallen into the hands of this silkpants. He didn't know how he had been humiliated by this kid these past few days. Today, it was finally time for him, Han Lei, to get rid of his previous humiliation.    

In Han Lei's mind, the touching scene of him, Ma Yi, and Qin Lengzhu doing that kind of thing suddenly appeared. Now, these two beautiful maids had already given up their hands and were prostrating under other people's feet every day to enjoy themselves.    

This made him grit his teeth when he thought of it. He swore that he would kill Zhao Yuan to vent his hatred.    

Seeing that Meng Yu was still frowning, Han Lei said proudly, "Third Elder, no matter who you send, it's useless. In my eyes, those disciples of yours are all trash. Only trash like you can teach these trash."    

This was simply breaking all pretense of cordiality!    

Previously, Han Lei cherished his face and wouldn't call Zhao Yuan trash in front of everyone.    

Now that he had made such a name, apart from the fact that he was confident that he could win the fourth round of the competition, he also had the full support of the Ding Family's Fifth Young Master.    

"Haha, I don't know who I should send. Take a look, my disciple is injured."    

"However, if I can send Ma Yi or Qin Lengzhu up there, then I don't need to hurt my brain."    

Meng Yu laughed.    

When he mentioned Ma Yi and Qin Lengzhu, it was no surprise that Han Lei's unhealed heart was stabbed again. It was bloody and painful.    

Han Lei's face immediately darkened.    

The other disciples looked at the Third Elder and Young Sect Master with amusement as they once again opposed each other.    

Xu Xinxin and Zheng Ruya looked at Meng Yu and said in their hearts, "You really care about your face. Your side is clearly going to lose, yet you still want to talk about Ma Yi and Qin Lengzhu."    

Fourth Elder Qiao Ta, under the urging of the few elders who supported Han Lei, could not help but say to Meng Yu, "Third Elder, quickly decide who to choose. Otherwise, I will decide your loss."    

Meng Yu also knew that Qiao Ta was already taking care of his face by delaying the competition until he came back.    

He nodded, and his cold gaze swept across those lightly injured disciples one by one.    

Finally, he locked onto one person.    

"Wang Xiaocheng, get ready. You can go up and compete with them later."    

Meng Yu said.    

Hearing this, Wang Xiaocheng answered with his blood boiling.    

The people on Han Lei's side started laughing out loud.    

Because the disciple they were about to send was called "Mao Daji."    

Wang Xiaocheng had fought with Mao Daji many times, but he had always been defeated.