Everyone: "..." Although it's true, it's really shameless of you to say it without blushing or skipping a beat.

Zhou Hu, who rushed to the rescue upon hearing the commotion, immediately stumbled and almost fell flat on his face.

Ji Yan: "..."

He looked down at her with a complicated expression, truly unable to understand her.

Lady Anbo had three sons and one daughter. She doted on her only daughter, Shen Jiao, from a young age. She was spoiled by her elders and developed a vengeful nature. Every year, there were countless memorials impeaching Lady Anbo for failing to properly educate his daughter.

But what did he see? A spoiled noblewoman who would lead her guards to dismember someone just because they wore the same clothes, telling him that beauty is a sin and that one should be lenient when possible?

Ji Yan's eyes held a probing look.

Shen Jiao shrank back, feeling for some reason that the tyrant really wanted to crawl into her head and explore, to see if it was filled with tofu dregs or roasted pig brains that would be even more fragrant and delicious with some chili powder.

Judging from her cowardly appearance, the tyrant was not in the mood and was irritable. He was probably angry because he felt that her head was too small to fit in.

The scene was very quiet.

Ji Yan's eyes turned unusually red when he was upset. Although he looked sickly, his superior combat power made him appear particularly dangerous. Shen Jiao dared not get too close, for fear of being affected by his anger.

Noticing the frizzy hamster sneaking away, he scooped it up and pinned it to the spot, saying, "If you move again, I'll cut off your legs."

Shen Jiao: "..."

Life always puts you in a dilemma, either cutting off your hand or your foot. If you don't have work, there's no need to force yourself. Do I look like that big complainer?

Ji Yan glanced at her: "Do you have a problem with me?"

Shen Jiaohua's face paled: "How could this be?"

Ji Yan: "Then why aren't you smiling?"

Laugh your mother away, laugh your mother away! I'll grab a chainsaw and chase you down to chop off your third leg, then let's see if you can still laugh.

Speechless. Is this tyrant possessed by a walking encyclopedia of questions? Where do all these questions come from all day long?

Shen Jiao's heart was in turmoil, but she obediently curved her lips into a standard 45-degree fake smile: "...Although I don't look like I'm smiling on the surface, I'm actually overjoyed inside."

Ji Yan was amused by her exaggerated expression and chuckled along with her. "What flower?"

Shen Jiao: "Grass mud horse flower."

The air suddenly went silent, frozen for about three seconds, and then the tyrant started laughing wildly again. He probably wanted to slam his fist on the table, but there were only people and the newly built arena around him. He slammed his fist twice, and with a loud "boom," it collapsed.

Shen Jiao: "..." You're the real troublemaker.

...

The arena had been set up for two or three days, and it was unexpected that it would suddenly crumble into pieces. The person who destroyed the arena didn't care about that. Ji Yan was still resentful of Shen Jiao's indifference. She had no choice but to say to her haters in front of the tyrant, "Don't do this again next time."

Ji Yan: "That's it?"

Zhou Hu also said: That's it? He was scared to death, ready to be a great hero who saves the world, and this is the result?

He suffered great harm.

From afar, he seemed to see Chen Bao's middle finger slowly rising.

Shen Jiao blinked, pretending not to hear, and continued to cling to the tyrant, acting as a quiet accessory.

Because of the ring accident, building a new one would be time-consuming and laborious. Zhou Hu and Chen Bao decided to just draw a circle and make do. Previously, the person who fell to the ground or called a stop lost. Now, the person who stepped on the line or called a stop loses.

Zhou Hu recited the rules in a dry tone: "The competition is based on the principle of voluntariness, and there will be no coercion. Participants should act within their own capabilities. Both sides may use weapons during the competition, but it is forbidden to cause death. Otherwise, they will be dealt with according to military law."

The internal competition officially began. Since the tyrant destroyed the huge arena with a single palm strike, Chen Bao didn't dare to ask him to read the opening remarks. Putting aside the little episode of cursing, the competition was still quite interesting.

In the first few rounds, everyone was a bit reserved and couldn't let loose because of the tyrant's intimidating presence. Shen Jiao couldn't help but yawn. Later, some strong man stepped onto the stage and said, "Your mother and I are truly in love, so just acknowledge me as your father."

Then, it opened.

It got out of control.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow, this Wang Dazhuang is really something. He's played nine games already and he's still able to keep going."

"Wow, he's amazing! Did you guys see that? I've been practicing that move for months and I still haven't been able to learn it."

"No wonder General Zhou specially trained him. Some people should stop being so sour; strength proves everything."

"I remember now, it seems like you can choose your opponent after winning ten consecutive games, and the opponent can't refuse. I wonder who he's fighting so hard for? Is it General Zhou?"

“I am General Chen. Wang Dazhuang really wants to learn General Chen’s leg techniques, so I bet ten pancakes that I am General Chen.”

"..."

The chatter rose and fell in waves. They had already fried twenty pancakes. Wang Dazhuang smugly wiped away his sweat, then glanced at the high platform through the layers of heads. The girl's drowsy appearance caught his eye, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. How dare she sleep? He was almost killed by His Majesty because of her, and she doesn't even feel guilty?

They are truly unrepentant.

It's disgusting.

"Wang Dazhuang is pretty good, isn't he? He's a soldier I trained." Not far away, Zhou Hu, who had threatened to break off their friendship, chuckled and boasted to Chen Bao.

Chen Bao, having a wife and children, was naturally more perceptive. He noticed that Wang Dazhuang would glance at Shen Jiao intentionally or unintentionally after each victory. He frowned, "His strength is decent, but his mind is not upright. Keeping him in the military camp will only cause trouble sooner or later."

“Impossible, absolutely impossible.” Zhou Hu patted his chest. “I know my own men very well. He’s a poor boy from Xinghua Village. Although he’s a bit chauvinistic and his thinking is a bit old-fashioned, everyone has their own flaws. The main point of going to the battlefield is to kill the enemy. These things don’t matter at all.”

Chen Bao had nothing to say, since they weren't his soldiers and he couldn't say too much.

Zhou Hu: "Why are you silent again? Are you upset that I'm being unreasonable again?"

Chen Bao: "No."

Zhou Hu: "Then why don't you say anything?"

Chen Bao laughed: "Although I didn't say anything, I had a thousand words in my heart."

Zhou Hu: "..." Plagiarism is shameful.

During their conversation, Wang Dazhuang's ninth match had reached a fever pitch. His opponent in this match was formidable, and Wang Dazhuang had also expended a lot of energy in the previous matches, making this one particularly difficult.

Someone grabbed Hu Sen and said, "Hu Sen, do you think Brother Dazhuang can win this match? He's so unlucky; he's facing such a strong opponent in the last match."

Hu Sen pursed his lips. "Yes, he's really unlucky."

Was Wang Dazhuang unlucky? He had found the first nine people in advance, and only the tenth person was randomly selected, which is why he had such a hard time.

The man groaned, "I don't want Brother Dazhuang to lose. I bet half a month's worth of his pancakes. And aren't you curious who he'll challenge? Do you think it will be General Zhou or General Chen?"

Before Hu Sen could answer the question, a burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted around him, accompanied by shouts of "We won! We won!" Just as everyone was speculating who Wang Dazhuang would choose, a smug voice rang out loudly—

"I will challenge Miss Shen."