Killing the Heaven with One's Body

He found out that the person who hit him was none other than the eldest lady Chen Fei, whom he had visited last week.

Zhao Meng: "Looks like Miss has recovered well from this strength."

Chen Fei: "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about me?"

Zhao Meng also silently took two steps back

Chen Fei: "Huh, I came all the way here and no one offers me a cup of tea?"

When Zhao Meng heard this, he immediately invited Chen Fei to the reception room and ordered someone to bring up the best tea. When Zhao Meng saw it, he was stunned.

Zhao Meng: "Miss Chen, no one usually comes here, and the best tea is brought here by Uncle Qiang. Just drink some of your own tea."

Chen Fei: "Don't talk nonsense with me, I came here today to tell you something serious."

Zhao Meng: "Miss, please give me your instructions."

Chen Fei: "If you keep being poor, I'll leave"

Zhao Meng: "Okay, okay, Miss, please tell me what you want to say. Isn't it okay for me to listen?"

Chen Fei: "Do you remember what we said last time about signing up for the three major family competition? Now that the time has been confirmed, I'm here to inform you."

Zhao Meng: "Okay, I will prepare well"

Chen Fei: "No more?"

Zhao Meng: “?”

Chen Fei: "You are such a fool"

After saying that, Chen Fei left angrily. Uncle Chen, who was standing aside, looked at Zhao Meng with a confused face and smiled slightly. Seeing Uncle Chen laughing, Zhao Meng couldn't help but ask

Zhao Meng: "Uncle Chen, what's wrong with me?"

Hearing this question, Uncle Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Uncle Chen: "Master is very good"

Zhao Meng's mind was still full of question marks, but he still took a look at the beautifully packaged thing that Chen Fei left for him. After unpacking it, he found that it was a card with extremely delicate decoration. The touch of the card alone made Zhao Meng feel extremely comfortable, but he couldn't tell what material it was made of. When Uncle Chen saw the card in Zhao Meng's hand, he spoke: "Master, are you going to participate in this year's elite competition?"

Zhao Meng: “Elite Competition”?

Uncle Chen: "Yes, it is the competition that the invitation card in the young master's hand is for. Because the participants are the top masters in the vicinity of Dongzhen, and there are even masters invited by several major families, it is called the Elite Competition."

Zhao Meng: "I wonder if Uncle Chen can tell me what this competition is for."

Uncle Li: "To put it simply, it is set up for the major families to select talents. Of course, some people want to prove their strength and use it to establish their own power, or for the prizes of the top few. Everyone has different goals."

After hearing this, Zhao Meng didn't hear any information about the mysterious man mentioned by Uncle Qiang. It seems that some information is still not to be leaked. So Zhao Meng nodded to Uncle Chen and then returned to the room. The time on the invitation card was seven days later, which means he still had a week to prepare. In fact, he didn't have much to prepare, just some details.

It is indeed necessary to ask more clearly. At this moment, Zhao Meng felt a strong breath rushing towards his house. After breaking through the door frame, it instantly reached his front. Zhao Meng dodged slightly and saw a small thing similar to a flying knife nailed tightly to the wall of his house. Zhao Meng took a simple check and found a piece of paper on the flying knife with only one word on it, "Death". Zhao Meng did not feel anything about this. There have been many people who came to provoke him recently, but he was the first one who dared to provoke him in broad daylight. At this time, Chen Bo, who heard the sound, also hurried in. Seeing what Zhao Meng had in his hand, he also hurriedly said

Uncle Chen: "I will send someone to check it out immediately"

Zhao Meng: "No need, if he dares to do this, he must be impatient and will probably show up soon."

Uncle Chen: “Yes”

Zhao Meng's heart was not disturbed. From the very beginning when Zhao Meng frequently appeared in the Chen family, he had realized that the long-standing balance in this place was being broken bit by bit by him, so the various provocations he encountered now were also foreshadowings laid before.

Putting all this aside, Zhao Meng began to prepare for the next game. Because the game had to be drawn on the spot, Zhao Meng didn't know who his opponent was for the time being. He could only make the best preparation based on his own situation, including some equipment. At this time, Zhao Meng thought of a good thing, maybe it could become his biggest killer move. In other words, he should adjust his state to combat mode first and wait quietly.

After several days of waiting, the day of the competition finally arrived. Zhao Meng found that the Chen family had already sent people to wait at his door early, waiting for Zhao Meng to be ready and set off at any time.

When Zhao Meng arrived, he found that Chen Qiang and Chen Fei were already waiting. They stood up to greet him when they saw him coming. After Zhao Meng sat down, he realized that he was arranged to draw the last number. The opponents in the draw were random, and those who drew the same number would play against each other. The first round was from 32 to 16. Zhao Meng also sat quietly in his seat and listened to Chen Qiang explain the rules of the game to him.

Zhao Meng soon had a general understanding of the competition. In fact, to put it bluntly, this kind of competition relies on hard power. As long as your strength is strong enough, there will be a stage to show your strength. Now Zhao Meng's stage has come, and whether he can grasp it depends on this time.

At this time, Zhao Meng still didn't feel anything. He just closed his eyes quietly and enjoyed the peace before the storm.