152 The Grand Supreme Elders Personal Disciple! (2/2)

Lu Zihao was raging at the sight that unfolded before him. His brain was about to explode. Feeling very wronged, he let out another roar.

”Wang Baole, you…”

”I'll give you two of the five Flying Frost Swords that are beside you!” Wang Baole interrupted, waving his hand with great generosity. He knew Lu Zihao's character. He refused to lower himself to a child's level. The matter could be solved with a few pieces of candy.

”I… I, Lu Zihao, am a man of principle!” Lu Zihao exclaimed, his eyes widening. In an instant, his vigor dwindled uncontrollably, but he became angrier.

”I'll give them all to you!” Wang Baole offered, raising an eyebrow.

Lu Zihao took a deep breath. Since it had already happened, whatever he said would be of no use. Besides, the assistant could only help out in four battles. As of now, there was only one battle left. Once it was over, it did not matter whether it was the final battle or the second stage of the competitions—he would not have to see Wang Baole again.

Most importantly, when his principles were being tested, he did not fall for Wang Baole's Trojan Horse. Once these thoughts flitted through his mind, Lu Zihao felt his anger dissipate. He wanted to snort, but recalling Wang Baole's earlier reminder, he only snorted internally. With a gloomy expression, he whirled toward the fourth meeting point.

This fourth meeting point was his assistant's last battle!

The tournament that took place there would determine the strongest competitor of each of the four sides of the mountain peak, and only those four competitors would be able to step onto the mountaintop for the battle of four. The last competitor standing on the mountain peak would then enter the second stage of the Combat Pavilion Tournament.

Basically, those who could make it to the fourth meeting point were definitely not weak. Even as Lu Zihao approached, he tried to calm himself down, forcing himself to keep the utmost focus.

From the perspective of the purpose of an assistant, in actual fact, Wang Baole had been very reliable, completing his tasks almost perfectly. Lu Zihao did not use many resources within the first three tournaments. In terms of energy and materials, Lu Zihao was at the peak.

Lu Zihao was obviously not paying attention to Wang Baole. One after the other, they walked toward the fourth meeting point—the region near to the mountaintop. Following the merging of two roads, the end of the road was visible. There was a curtain of light, and beyond that was a road that led straight to the mountain peak.

Wang Baole was in a good mood, so he did not pick a fight with Lu Zihao. He felt that he had accomplished his mission already and was very relaxed. His mind was filled with images of an abundance of filled order forms once he returned from his assisting role.

I should be able to make a killing this time. It should be sufficient to sustain my research and cultivation, Wang Baole thought, filled with joy. He hummed a tune, strolling forward with his hands behind his back. As Lu Zihao got closer to the meeting point, he stopped dead in his tracks.

It was as though every single hair on his body was standing on end. Sweating, Lu Zihao took a deep breath, making his heart pump faster. There was a serious, grave expression on his face as he saw the two figures at the fourth meeting point.

”Wang Baole, you… you need to help me this time…” Lu Zihao took a deep breath and stammered in a low voice. When Wang Baole heard his words, he was surprised. As he got closer, he also saw the two figures.

One of them was meditating while the other seemed to be a bodyguard standing beside him!

The guard was strong-built, wore a purple armor, and had long hair that blew in the wind. He appeared like a small mountain standing there. The aura that he exuded was akin to the peak of True Breath, and it seemed like he could surpass this level any time.

Looking at him was like looking at a terrifying beast. Extremely obvious was his fierce gaze, as though he was a volcano that was about to explode!

Compared to him, the meditating youth had a different aura and gave off a different vibe. He exuded an aura of peace and indifference, as though few happenings in the world could gain his attention.

Although he was bald, he was still handsome. He seemed gentle and frail-looking. His eyes were closed as if he was sensing something. Gentle winds circulated around him, as though they were attracted to him.

This person was none other than the nameless Dao Enlightenment faculty disciple, the one who had made a drop of water appear in an empty cup—out of thin air—just by focusing on it, back then on the peak of the mountain in the Dao Enlightenment faculty!

Also… he was the only personal disciple of the former Federation President, the present Grand Supreme Elder of Ethereal Dao College!

Although Wang Baole did not know him, the moment that he saw the bald youth, his footsteps also slowly came to a halt. He realized why the proud Lu Zihao had asked for his help. In actual fact… the guard was nothing, but this meditating youth exuded an oppressive force that was like a sharp, invisible knife pointing between one's eyebrows

Wang Baole squinted and retracted his smile. He was no longer relaxed, and his eyes instantly glimmered a keenness.

In that split second when Wang Baole looked at the bald youth, the latter… opened his eyes!