Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1921: Bragging number 1 novice (2)

Cheng Su's eyes bulged in shock. Yisewei appeared stunned. Jie Su gawked at Ye Zhongming in disbelief.

This fellow actually had the guts to utter those words.

Jie Su taking over as the Su Clan's leader?

That sounded like pure absurdity!

Are you aware of the number of Su Clan members eligible to claim the leadership role? Do you realize the years it would demand for Jie Su to build the power that sways his fellow clansmen? Do you grasp the challenge of grasping even a single array? Do you know how many from the Ten Great Arrays must be commanded to even dream of the pinnacle? Do you understand the horde of supporters required to vie for dominance? Do you comprehend the level of growth Jie Su would need to reach for your scenario to become feasible?

Once the initial daze passed, Cheng Su burst into laughter, his face twisted in complete scorn.

He had no interest in debating Ye Zhongming. Rising to his feet, he prepared to depart.

His visit here was meant solely to fetch Jie Su and escort this promising clan prodigy to collect his prizes.

"Jie Su's arrival at the Novice battlefield caught you off guard, didn't it? Yet if you'd dispatched him yourself, what position did you expect him to secure?"

"You never imagined he'd claim second place, did you? Yet here he stands, holding second."

Ye Zhongming ignored the covert glance from Yisewei and pressed on, "Maybe I'll rephrase it: suppose every Su Clan heir apparent stepped into this Novice battlefield—what outcome do you believe they'd achieve at best? How many could outdo Jie Su's present standing?"

Having begun, Ye Zhongming held nothing back.

"How does one gauge potential in an individual? What criteria matter most? Surely accomplishments top the list? Don't claim it's based on favoritism."

"Zhongming!"

Jie Su creased his brow and interjected, urging him to stick to the point, though deep down, he relished the words.

"Hmph, the Silk Sea Light Array isn't the Su Clan's mightiest energy array."

Cheng Su's intent shone through: Jie Su's high score stemmed from wielding one of the Su Clan's Ten Great Energy Arrays. Should another wield it—or better yet, a deadlier energy array than the Silk Sea Light Array—their performance would eclipse his.

"You fixate solely on the energy array?" Ye Zhongming feigned profound astonishment.

"No surprise the Su Clan's sway is steadily fading."

"Zhongming!"

This time, Yisewei could no longer stay silent. Why must this man always activate his taunt mode mid-conversation?

Those remarks ignited Cheng Su's fury. He chuckled coldly in rage, fixed his stare on Ye Zhongming, and declared, "Alright, let's hear your so-called genius insight."

With that, he reclaimed his seat, sitting rigidly as he eyed Ye Zhongming and added, "You better provide solid proof. If not, I'll discipline you—the top Novice—right here today!"

Ye Zhongming remained calm. Gazing at Cheng Su, he replied, "The Silk Sea Light Array undoubtedly aided Jie Su in scoring points. Yet without more than that single array, could he have racked up such a haul? Opponents aren't fools; why would they charge into your formation to die? Wasn't it some compelling force that drew them in?"

"Very well, maybe others could devise a similar lure. But could they draw such a vast crowd with certainty?"

"Alright, suppose they matched the numbers—could they ensure survival as Jie Su did?"

The barrage of queries subtly shifted Cheng Su's face, though he held his tongue.

Ye Zhongming forged ahead.

"Beyond the energy array, Jie Su's success hinged on allies: Yisewei, White Robe, and the Changxu Water Race. What drove these folks to back Jie Su? It was his daring act of curbing his power and descending to the Novice battlefield at great personal risk. Isn't bravery a core trait for any capable, let alone outstanding, leader? Earning the loyalty of comrades willing to stake their lives—isn't that the mark of a true leader?"

"If that fails to convince you of Jie Su's prowess, consider his guaranteed future backing from potent outside forces—doesn't that grant him freer rein in clan affairs? Access to exclusive resources?"

Cheng Su smirked faintly. "Oh? Enlighten me—what sort of outside aid awaits Jie Su?"

Ye Zhongming jabbed a finger straight at Yisewei.

The gesture held no issue on its own, but its abruptness and boldness left Yisewei ducking her head in mute embarrassment, while Jie Su offered awkward grins.

This audacious sort truly wielded a mere feather like a commanding banner.

"The prime successor to Sheke Star, a top youth powerhouse, the destined head of a mighty super clan—does that qualify as backing?"

Cheng Su shot Ye Zhongming a fierce glare. Must he spell it out? Of course it did. But merely voicing it didn't seal the deal—did she consent? From Cheng Su's knowledge, Yisewei's venture to the Novice battlefield targeted White Robe, not Jie Su.

"It does, doesn't it?" Ye Zhongming swiveled to query Yisewei.

The bystanders, Jie Su chief among them, yearned to burrow under the nearest surface.

This was outright pressuring her stance.

For the first time, Yisewei sensed Ye Zhongming's brazen side in full force—she'd overlooked it earlier. Yet recalling White Robe's ties to Jie Su, and Jie Su's life-endangering rescue of White Robe, she gave a reluctant nod.

"It does."

With Yisewei's own confirmation, Cheng Su fell silent. Internally, he finally viewed Jie Su with gravity, acknowledging such a pivotal alliance.

Still, a single unascended Yisewei wouldn't sway him greatly. His gaze signaled Ye Zhongming to proceed.

"And this one." Ye Zhongming gestured toward White Robe in the treatment pod.

Cheng Su rolled his eyes, image be damned.

White Robe... his fame was decent, but his power lagged far behind. The chasm with those rigorously groomed by elite clans yawned wide. Absent his berserker temperament, he'd blend into the masses like countless average fighters.

Cheng Su granted Yisewei as an asset, but White Robe? He was dead weight!

"You probably dismiss him as White Robe? Mere rubbish."

Unconscious in the treatment pod, White Robe jerked suddenly.

Yisewei flashed Ye Zhongming a sharp-toothed grimace.

"Yet I reject that assessment. In truth, beside White Robe, most vaunted young prodigies across the cosmic races amount to rubbish—including your Su Clan's."

"I'll lay out my arguments upfront. If they fail to persuade you, pretend I never spoke."

Spotting Cheng Su's rising ire poised to erupt, Ye Zhongming cut him off swiftly.

"Three aspects. First off, White Robe is thirty-five, boasting over seventeen thousand Furelai."

Cheng Su's eyelid flickered.

For long-lived cosmic races, thirty-five marked prime youth. Accumulating over seventeen thousand Furelai at that stage? Even if not hailed as phenomenal, genius status fit without exaggeration.

Previously, amid tales of prodigy downfalls, Cheng Su—like many—had glossed over White Robe's tender age.

"Second, White Robe fears not death."

Cheng Su nearly snickered at the notion. Fearless of death? Which cosmic race quailed at mortality?