Chapter 1697 - 37: I Want to Be Sect Leader [Extra - s for Huang jin Alliance Leader wise Hai Chen 3, 4]_2

Chapter 1697: Chapter 37: I Want to Be Sect Leader [Extra Chapters for Huang jin Alliance Leader wise Hai Chen 3, 4]_2

He really did want to build his own faction within the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, and then charge upwards to the high seats with them!

To truly stand at the top of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect and look down at the storms of the world.

When that time comes, it’d be best if he could lead the Wei Wo Zheng Sect experts to clash with the Guardians, make an agreement with Dongfang Sansan, trade wins and losses in real fights... see which plan could win, even if the Guardian never dies and his side wins miserably with corpses everywhere; see when they ought to lose, losing disastrously with heavy casualties, then he himself steps out to turn the tide...

So, if Long Feng, Ma Niu, Yang are strong enough, I’ll really take you for a stroll at the Peak—what’s the harm?

Fang Che smiled: "But for now, you can only first follow me. I can’t assign any positions yet, and I also need some time to get to know you, then we’ll talk about what position suits you."

"And then... right now we don’t even have a foothold." Fang Che showed a faint smile and said: "So I’m allowing you half a year to think it over and regret, if you want."

"We understand, we get it."

The five of them all chuckled.

A chance to become founding elders—how could anyone regret that?

This is completely going from nothing to something, charcoal in the snow. This merit of following the Dragon, I’m taking it.

Take ten thousand steps back: even if Yemo fails and dies halfway, and we end up buried with him, so what? Since we’ve decided to fight for the world, when has that ever gone smoothly?

Say nothing else—just the five of us now: if we really do have that day of success, and three of us are still alive to enjoy the scenery at the Peak, that’d already be burning high incense...

So why think that far? Whether it succeeds or not—does that seem like something we get to decide?

If we stay in our original positions and environment, we’ll have even less chance of ever rising up. Since that’s the case, why not go all in once?

Don’t think about anything. Since there’s a road ahead, then one word: Do it!

If we can’t do it, that’s fate. If we can, that’s luck!

"You five can first sort out your internal ranking."

Fang Che smiled: "Line up according to strength and sort out a one to five. When I’m not here, the one at the front has to shoulder responsibility."

"Understood!"

At once the five of them were burning with fighting spirit.

Ma, Niu, Yang and the others all clearly knew they had no hope of getting first, but they still refused to be at the bottom.

Feng Wanxia clasped her hands toward Long Yikong and said mildly: "Second brother, come, big sis will give you some pointers!"

"Second sis, who’s giving pointers to who is far from certain."

Long Yikong let out a vicious grin and said: "Second sis, women are better off being honest and obedient. Being an assistant is good for you. To be straight with you, your big brother here has spent so many years in brothels and taverns—I’ve seen plenty of women..."

Long Yikong was somewhat arrogant, but this was him deliberately provoking Feng Wanxia.

If these words were said outside in the Jianghu, they might really end in an unyielding fight to the death. But in an environment like the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, where people use any means necessary, this kind of talk is completely normal.

Even so, Feng Wanxia still got angry.

"Long Yikong!"

Feng Wanxia roared, body leaping as she struck.

...

Two hours later.

The outcome was decided.

Just as Fang Che had estimated beforehand, the ranking was the standard: Long Feng, Ma Niu, Yang.

"I need to remind you all, my current true cultivation is only Ninth Grade Early Stage of Monarch Level. And I’m confident that before this Gu God World ends, I’ll break through to Elder level!"

Fang Che said calmly: "And all of you are Saint Level right now, yet you’re still not my match as I am. Once I break through to Elder level, I’ll pull even further away from you."

"Although each of you is a so-called genius who can fight across levels, and you all have secret weapons. Or you’ve got mutual-destruction methods you didn’t use... but I’m telling you, that’s useless. Once those methods are used, you’re the ones who die first."

Fang Che stood up and said: "So I hope you can keep up with my pace. I’ll say the ugly words upfront: whoever falls behind, the rest of us will not wait for them."

These words pressed down on the five like a mountain.

Because the facts were right in front of them: Yemo is now Ninth Grade Monarch, killing across into Saint Level and winning!

What happens when he reaches Elder level?

What happens when he reaches Saint Level?

Compared with others, they might still count as the so-called ’young generation’; but Yemo is only eighteen! —If that eighteen is real. Then the five of them simply could not imagine what level Yemo would be at when he reaches their current age.

So now, fine, they’d acknowledged him as boss, and sworn poison oaths of allegiance. What followed, however, was a massive trial!

Can they keep up with him?

As followers, can they be qualified?

The five Saint level experts all felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

This pressure came from their crystal-clear understanding of age, talent, and Martial Arts potential.

When facing an expert, the clearer this understanding is, the more despair there is—because you don’t even have a chance to catch up!

It’s like a failing student, who studies twenty-four hours a day and still hangs at the bottom of the class, watching a top student who’s still dominating Tsinghua and Peking University!

That kind of ’no matter how hard I try, I can never catch up’ despair is so clear, so profound.

Fang Che understood this pressure in their hearts very well.

Because this pressure was something he had deliberately created.

"You will never catch up to me!"

This is what Fang Che wanted to carve firmly into the hearts of the five right now; this understanding, in the minds of Long Feng, Ma Niu, Yang, had to take deep root! Unshakable, immovable!

Only this way could he reduce the chances of backlash in the future, and to a certain extent prevent any disloyalty.

His stance toward these people was absolutely different from his stance toward Mo Gan Yun and the others.

Fang Che didn’t care if Mo Gan Yun and the others surpassed him. But as for Long Feng, Ma Niu, Yang, Fang Che absolutely could not allow them to surpass him!