Chapter 1584

"In the end, this village-level lord still had over 800 combat power!

"Everyone here is a professional lord, so you all know exactly what this means!

"It means this village-level lord suffered very few actual combat losses — almost all the damage was to equipment and physical condition!

"Honestly, we really want to ask this lord what happened back then. This definitely isn't a result you could achieve through normal fighting methods.

"But if it wasn't normal methods, we honestly can't imagine what it was."

The room listened in complete silence.

Hearing this, Gu Zhan fell silent again.

This cliffhanger he's dangling is absolutely killing us.

But the information he revealed is utterly shocking!

The entire venue exploded!

"What! 1114 combat power defeating 16,349 combat power?"

"I didn't hear that wrong, did I?"

"Crazy! Truly crazy! Am I crazy or are you crazy?"

"…You're the crazy one."

"No way… 16,349 combat power is already county-level lord territory, right? Even if it's a very weak county-level lord, that's still county-level combat power. How is that possible?"

"Holy crap, that's right — a village-level lord defeating a county-level lord?"

"You're talking out of your ass, right?"

"Careful there — this was said by Captain Gu. Are you saying Captain Gu is talking out of his ass?"

"That's not what I meant, but… whose newborn baby can one-punch kill his own father? That's impossible."

"How on earth did they fight with such a massive combat power gap?"

"Forget whether you believe it or not — this was said by Captain Gu Zhan, right here in this venue, in front of every lord of the Binghe Corps. Do you really think it could be wrong?"

"So this actually really happened."

"It must be true!"

"Why?"

"Yeah, why? How did they fight?"

"No idea."

Yang Xiong's mouth was crooked.

He had supported Zhao Chi, but that was back when Gu Zhan hadn't yet revealed the combat power numbers.

Now that Gu Zhan had revealed the combat power, both Yang Xiong and Lu Yi found it utterly inconceivable.

Naturally, they also didn't think it was Zhao Chi.

Zhao Chi was strong, sure, but not to such an absurd degree.

Cao Feng gloated: "See? I told you it wasn't Zhao Chi."

Yang Xiong snorted: "Even if it wasn't Zhao Chi, he's still way stronger than you."

Cao Feng laughed: "I know, I admit I'm not as good as Zhao Chi, but aren't you also not as good as him? We had a deal — you're treating."

Lu Yi said: "No worries, I'll treat. Let's invite Zhao Chi tonight and have a get-together. No matter what, Zhao Chi is the strongest one in our class now."

Cao Feng said: "The food and dishes are on you guys, since that was the deal. But I'm bringing the alcohol — I've already snuck two bottles of good liquor out from home."

Yang Xiong laughed: "Snuck? You're fucking ridiculous. What liquor?"

Cao Feng snorted: "Don't worry about it, it's good liquor either way."

Lu Yi hesitated: "How about… I also sneak two bottles from my dad's stash? It's not like my dad can bear to hit me."

Yang Xiong nearly sprayed: "Don't you dare do that. Your dad can't bear to hit you, but he can bear to hit us. Don't let it come back on our heads — just the two of us splitting the bill is fine."

Lu Yi laughed: "Alright then, forget it. Let's have a proper meal tonight. I really have no idea who that lord actually was, or how they fought."

Yang Xiong sighed: "Yeah, with such a huge gap, how on earth did they pull it off?"

Zhao Chi was thinking about this too — how exactly did I fight?

He hadn't lost his memory; he was thinking about how he should explain it later.

He himself felt this situation was too absurd.

Although the combat power measured by the formation array wasn't precise, no matter how imprecise it was, the gap couldn't possibly be this huge. He had to come up with some explanation.

This time was different from last time.

Last time, although he had defeated enemies with over 6,800 combat power using his own 523, Zhao Jing had been there too with over 3,000 combat power.

Although winning Best Rookie last time had earned him admiration, everyone would surely assume most of the credit belonged to Zhao Jing.

So what about this time?

This time, Zhao Chi was alone.

He couldn't exactly say both werewolf lords had run into trouble, could he?

That they'd all gotten sick?

That they'd all been poisoned?

Or that they'd fought among themselves, letting Zhao Chi slip through the cracks?

Otherwise, he had no way to explain it.

Although he knew his combat power would gradually be fully exposed, he still didn't want to reveal it all now.

Because the time wasn't right yet.