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

Cheng Su’s eyes widened. Yisewei looked surprised. Jie Su stared dumbfounded at Ye Zhongming.

This guy really dared to say that.

Jie Su becoming the leader of the Su Clan?

Wasn’t that a joke!

Do you know how many people in the Su Clan are qualified to inherit the position? Do you know how long it would take for Jie Su to possess the strength that convinces his clansmen? Do you know how difficult it is to learn one array? Do you know how many of the Ten Great Arrays one needs to master to be qualified to aspire to the top? Do you know how many people need to pledge allegiance to you to possibly compete? Do you know to what extent Jie Su would need to grow for the possibility you mentioned to occur?

After the stunned moment, Cheng Su laughed, with a look of utter disdain.

He couldn’t be bothered to argue with Ye Zhongming. He stood up, intending to leave.

Coming here was originally to pick up Jie Su and accompany this rising star of the clan to receive his rewards.

“Jie Su coming to the Novice battlefield was an accident for you, right? But if you had sent him, what ranking did you anticipate he could achieve?”

Cheng Su’s steps slowed slightly.

“You didn’t think he could rank second, right? But now, he is ranked second.”

Ye Zhongming didn’t look at the gaze Yisewei was secretly giving him and continued, “Perhaps let me put it another way: if all the people in your clan qualified to inherit the throne entered this Novice battlefield, what do you think would be the best result these people could achieve? How many have a chance to surpass Jie Su’s current ranking?”

Since he had started, Ye Zhongming went all out.

“How do you measure a person’s potential? What do you look at? Isn’t achievement the most important aspect? Don’t tell me you go by personal affinity.”

“Zhongming!”

Jie Su frowned and said something, telling him not to say irrelevant things, but in his heart, he found it very satisfying to hear.

“Hmph, the Silk Sea Light Array is not the most powerful energy array of the Su Clan.”

The meaning of Cheng Su’s words was clear: Jie Su obtained so many points relying on one of the Su Clan’s Ten Great Energy Arrays. If it were someone else, especially someone who mastered an energy array with greater lethality than the Silk Sea Light Array, their results would be better.

“You only see the energy array?” Ye Zhongming showed an extremely surprised expression.

“No wonder the Su Clan’s influence is gradually weakening.”

“Zhongming!”

This time, even Yisewei couldn’t listen anymore. This guy should just talk; why does he always turn on the mocking function?

These words truly angered Cheng Su. He laughed in extreme anger, looked at Ye Zhongming, and said, “Fine, I’ll listen to what brilliant opinion you have.”

As he spoke, he sat back down, motionless, looking at Ye Zhongming and said, “You’d better give me convincing reasons. Otherwise, today I will teach a lesson to you, this Novice number one!”

Ye Zhongming was unhurried. Looking at Cheng Su, he said, “The Silk Sea Light Array indeed helped Jie Su gain points. But if he only had that one array, could he have gained so many points? Others aren’t stupid; why would they enter your array to be killed? Isn’t it because there was a reason they had to enter?”

“Fine, perhaps others could also find such a reason. But could they be sure to attract so many people?”

“Fine, even if they could attract the same number of people, could they guarantee they would survive like Jie Su?”

A series of questions made Cheng Su’s expression change slightly, but he still didn’t say anything.

Ye Zhongming continued.

“Besides the energy array, Jie Su achieved such results because he had helpers: Yisewei, White Robe, and the Changxu Water Race. Why did these people help Jie Su? Because Jie Su risked death by suppressing his strength to descend to the Novice battlefield. Is courage something a qualified, even excellent, leader must possess? Being able to gain the help of so many comrades who entrust their lives to him, is that a quality a qualified, even excellent, leader should have?”

“If these still don’t make you think Jie Su is excellent, then the fact that he will definitely obtain powerful external assistance in the future, doesn’t that mean he can operate more freely within the clan? Master resources others don’t have?”

Cheng Su smiled slightly. “Oh? Tell me, what external support can Jie Su obtain?”

Ye Zhongming directly pointed at Yisewei.

This action itself wasn’t problematic, but the problem was his movement was too fast and too direct, making Yisewei could only lower her head speechlessly, and Jie Su smiled wryly repeatedly.

This guy really dared to use a chicken feather as an arrow.

“The first in line to succeed the Sheke Star, one of the strongest among the younger generation, the future ruler of a super major clan—does that count as support?”

Cheng Su glared at Ye Zhongming. Did he need to say that? That naturally counted. But the problem was, just because you say it counts, it counts? Does she agree? From what Cheng Su knew, Yisewei went to the Novice battlefield for White Robe, not for Jie Su.

“It counts, right?” Ye Zhongming turned his head and asked Yisewei.

The onlookers, especially Jie Su, simply wanted to hide their heads under the bed.

This was forcing someone to give their opinion.

For the first time, Yisewei felt how could this little guy Ye Zhongming be so shameless? She hadn’t noticed it before. But thinking of White Robe’s relationship with Jie Su, and how Jie Su risked his life to save White Robe, she still nodded.

“It counts.”

Since Yisewei personally admitted it, Cheng Su didn’t say anything more. In his heart, regarding Jie Su having such a heavyweight ally, he began to take him seriously for the first time.

But just one Yisewei, who hadn’t yet succeeded, wasn’t enough to make Cheng Su react much. His eyes told Ye Zhongming to continue.

“And him.” Ye Zhongming pointed at White Robe, who was in the treatment pod.

Cheng Su rolled his eyes without care for his image.

White Robe… his reputation was okay, but his strength was too poor. The gap between him and those cultivated with full force by major clans was too big. If not for his madman-like personality, he would be lost among the crowd like many ordinary warriors.

Cheng Su acknowledged Yisewei as support, but what kind of support was White Robe? He was a burden!

“You might think, White Robe? A small trash.”

White Robe, in an unconscious state inside the treatment pod, suddenly twitched.

Yisewei bared her teeth at Ye Zhongming.

“But I disagree with your view. On the contrary, compared to White Robe, many so-called young talents among the cosmic races are small trash, including those in your Su Clan.”

“Let me state my reasons first. If you don’t agree after listening, then consider it unsaid.”

Ye Zhongming saw Cheng Su, filled with anger, about to speak, and immediately interrupted him.

“Three points. First, White Robe is thirty-five years old today, with over seventeen thousand Furelai.”

The corner of Cheng Su’s eye twitched.

For the cosmic races, who all have long lives, thirty-five years was a very young age. At this age, having over seventeen thousand Furelai, even if not called extraordinarily brilliant, being called a genius is absolutely not an overstatement.

Before, because there were too many stories of geniuses falling, Cheng Su, like others, had overlooked the fact that White Robe was very young.

“Second, White Robe is not afraid of death.”

Cheng Su felt like laughing upon hearing this. Not afraid of death? Which among the cosmic races is afraid of death?