Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1920: Bragging number 1 Novice

With a sense of bewilderment, Ye Zhongming stepped out from He's tent.

The sole item he carried away was that single chip.

Regarding He's mention of marriage and the like, the pair understood it as mere banter... at least outwardly.

The future remained uncertain, yet one fact they both acknowledged: even with an actual marriage pact in place, what difference would it make? Couldn't it be dissolved? Couldn't alliances shatter?

For a truly unbreakable bond, only one scenario would tie them: if they produced a child together and designated that child as heir to both lineages.

However... achieving that proved far from simple.

At present, under immense strain, the two parties collaborated without requiring formal vows. The strongest assurance lay in shared gains. Ye Zhongming relied on He and the Changxu Water Race's support, while they depended on his promise and power.

In plain terms, during this alliance, the Changxu Water Race conceded more for the moment. Their plight far outstripped Ye Zhongming's in severity, compelling them to wager bolder and riskier stakes.

Naturally, should victory come, the Changxu Water Race's eventual rewards would vastly surpass their outlay.

Having endured the Novice battlefield and secured remarkable feats, He had firmly secured her role as leader of the Changxu Water Race. The primary factor stemmed from the promise she revealed. Additionally, it tied to the Changxu Water Race's ongoing crises.

Far too few among them enjoyed true freedom, and history had shown their inability to guide the race from peril. He stood as their sole, final chance.

This partnership with Ye Zhongming marked the initial, vital choice He made in her leadership position.

Once Ye Zhongming departed, He drifted into a peaceful slumber, her mind finally relaxed.

She had exhausted every effort. What followed depended on destiny and giving her all.

While she could rest, Ye Zhongming found no such luxury. Far greater challenges beyond the Changxu Water Race loomed for him.

The Novices who survived were mostly whisked away by their own races. Through this Novice battlefield, their standing in their clans would soar to new heights. They would emerge as prime focuses for nurturing within their groups. In time... they would form the unyielding backbone of that scheme, known solely to them.

Certain individuals lingered, such as Helsky.

Though the Luther People arrived, Helsky refused to depart alongside them. This sparked a clash between the arriving Luther People fighters and the Star-Eye Clan.

Essentially, the Star-Eye Clan held the weaker ground. The Luther People advanced with fierce intent, determined to claim Helsky. Their drive wasn't deep regard for this proxy, but rather the vital points now tied to him.

Cosmic races viewed proxies and groomed fighters differently. To them, Helsky's worth paled against how the Star-Eye Clan prized Ye Zhongming. They sought his points before discarding him.

Having witnessed the Luther People rout in escape; wouldn't that seal his fate?

Luckily, the Sheke Star encampment bordered the Star-Eye Clan's. Yisewei awaited Robe Bai's recovery prior to their exit. Spotting the Luther People's disturbance, she approached and uttered a single command.

"Roll."

Thus, the Luther People retreated in haste.

Indeed, within cosmic race dealings, resolutions often came this swiftly, backed by overwhelming might.

The Yisewei of now differed vastly from the one limited to mere two thousand Furelai on the Novice battlefield. She reigned as the young heiress of the mighty Sheke Star clan; an unrivaled force among peers; a formidable fighter irked by her beloved's grave injuries and a loyal follower's demise.

The Luther People lacked the nerve to challenge her.

With the Luther People's withdrawal, members of the Su Clan arrived.

Their demeanor stayed rather curt, though less overbearing than the Luther People's.

Yet Yisewei's power appeared insufficient against the Su Clan arrivals.

Forget her—even her father couldn't hurl "roll" at the Su Clan folk, among the three dominant powers.

This Su Clan representative was a pureblood formation expert. His untainted heritage, paired with formidable prowess, elevated his rank well above Jie Su, the emerging pureblood talent.

Upon Ye Zhongming's return, the elder known as Cheng Su was steadily... chastising Jie Su. Spotting Ye Zhongming, his glance merely skimmed over.

To him, the Novice top ranker was insignificant; even White Robe failed to merit conversation. Within the Star-Eye Clan, only the dual leaders could draw his attentive ear.

Ye Zhongming grasped this. Despite his Novice top spot and impending bountiful prizes, before this Su Clan expert, the elder might amass such value from merely crafting a pair of barrier formations.

The Cloud Peak King felt no shame in the dismissal. Rather, he began mulling over certain matters.

But this veteran formation master grew overly zealous in his lecture. Whether he aimed at the wrong target to rebuke another remained unclear. Naturally, the intended target was Yisewei; neither Ye Zhongming nor the Star-Eye Clan rated even that.

Still, the longer Ye Zhongming heard, the more it grated on him. Jie Su's face grew ever more strained.

Yisewei and Jie Su had regained their full might by now, yet they shared a strong tie with Ye Zhongming—born from battling as one.

Such bonds, tempered in mortal peril, swiftly drew souls nearer.

Besides, Yisewei and Jie Su had staked their hopes on Ye Zhongming right there.

Jie Su's nature invited easy camaraderie, and Ye Zhongming held genuine regard for him. Yisewei went without saying; her actions, even if for White Robe's sake, bestowed immense favor on Ye Zhongming and the Star-Eye Clan.

With this expert berating one ally and sneering at another, the Cloud Peak King seethed inwardly.

"Master..." Ye Zhongming murmured gently.

Yet the master acted deaf and pressed on with his refined tirade.

This only fueled the Cloud Peak King's ire further.

Drawing on knowledge of the Su Clan gleaned from White Robe, Jie Su, Yisewei, and various sources including the Star-Eye Clan, he inhaled deeply before speaking once more.

"Master, words invite disaster."

Abruptly, the master halted his rebuke. His gaze chilled as it fixed on Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming harbored no fear.

Beyond Yisewei's certain intervention in any brawl to shield him, Jie Su alone couldn't stand by while a clansman slew Ye Zhongming; he'd face White Robe's wrath otherwise.

"Indeed, words invite disaster."

The master flung the phrase back at Ye Zhongming verbatim.

Ye Zhongming shook his head and replied, "From what I understand, the Su Clan follows a tradition: selecting the top heir favors direct descendants, correct?"

Master Cheng Su eyed Ye Zhongming, showing no interest in responding.

"Thus, consider this: Jie Su bears direct lineage, boasting superb aptitude. He stands a strong chance of claiming the Su Clan's pinnacle role someday. Should you berate him so harshly now, what happens if he rises there? You... how would you fare?"