Chapter 1961: Since It's a Gamble with Life, Why Best of Three?

"Since it's a gamble with life, what's the point of three rounds or two? You killed my second and third junior brothers; do you expect me to just let it go now?"

A cold, gloomy light flashed in the Grand National Master's eyes as he looked at General Juan Lian and suddenly spoke.

His pair of eyes revealed a beast-like light. General Juan Lian looked at him, feeling as if he could see him pouncing over in the next second, baring his fierce fangs and claws.

Although General Juan Lian had some skills, he was still scared by the Grand National Master's gaze and involuntarily took two steps back.

"Fine, what you say makes sense. Since it's a gamble with life, there's no such thing as three rounds or two." Sun Wukong curled his lips into a smile, looked coldly at the Grand National Master, and said, "Tell me, for the third round, what are we gambling on?"

Just as they were talking, no one noticed that a crack had suddenly torn open out of thin air beside the Third National Master's oil cauldron, and a pale hand reached out from within.

Then that hand grabbed Red Boy, who was sitting under the oil cauldron, and pulled him into the crack.

Fahai looked back at this moment and happened to see the space-time crack slowly closing. Some bright red flame mist still remained in the void.

It seemed that Red Lotus Ji would not give up easily. Having let Red Boy go this time, who knew what the situation would be when they met next time.

Tang Seng looked at the Grand National Master at this time with some worry. He held the clearance document in his hand. The purpose of this duel in the palace was nothing more than to hope that the King of Chechi would eventually issue an amnesty, allowing the monks of Chechi to gain freedom and safety.

However, looking at the Grand National Master's appearance, this time he was clearly full of murderous intent, wishing he could swallow their master and disciples alive.

The Grand National Master met Sun Wukong's gaze and said, "Since everyone wants to see who is the one confusing the public with heterodox words, I think there is only one way to prove whose Daoist heart is more stable, right?"

Fahai looked at him, a thought flashing in his eyes, and asked curiously, "Then tell me, what can prove whose Daoist heart is more stable?"

A cold light flashed and vanished in the Grand National Master's eyes. He scanned the surroundings with an air of natural authority and said, "A meditation competition!"

Hearing this answer, Sun Wukong was instantly stunned. If it were about fighting, killing, or comparing magic, Sun Wukong would definitely be up to the task, but to be honest, Sun Wukong was really not good at this meditation.

General Juan Lian and Marshal Tianpeng also looked at each other. Although both of them knew some meditation, neither of them understood it very well.

At this time, within the palace courtyard, all the guards and palace maids also began to discuss it one after another.

"What's going on? A meditation competition? What kind of magic is this? Meditation should be something all monks know, right?"

"Things definitely won't be that simple. Since it's a meditation competition, it's probably about who can meditate longer. This really tests one's Daoist heart. The Grand National Master is probably going to use his ultimate move this time."

"I don't think it's necessarily an ultimate move. The Grand National Master must have also seen that in the first two duels, their cultivation was inferior to these monks from the Great Tang of the East, so meditation is his only way to win."

"I've seen the Grand National Master meditate; he can stay motionless for three days and three nights. This time, they'll probably lose." ===== CHAPTER 1963 =====