Chapter 13 Wei Changtian’s bold words
“Fight…”
Wang Er was even more surprised than the two doormen just now.
What's going on? Has the young master developed a new hobby of masochism?
Or was it because he had been bullying ordinary people and women for a long time that he had a wrong understanding of his own strength? Wang Er wanted to persuade Wei Changtian not to humiliate himself, but when he thought of the warning in the morning, he swallowed his words.
Forget it. I guess no one in Xuan Jing Division would really dare to do it. The worst that could happen is that I can just find two guys with superb acting skills to satisfy my young master's desire to perform.
…
The martial arts hall is the only place in Xuan Jing Division that has anything to do with "entertainment and leisure".
There are a total of eighteen arenas in the hall, and everyone can go up to the arena to fight with others, or settle personal grudges in the name of "exchange".
But of course you can't seriously injure or kill the other person.
At this time, seventeen out of the eighteen arenas were occupied with people fighting each other, but there was only one person standing on the second stage, looking lonely and awkward.
Although no one was willing to go on stage to fight this man, there were quite a few onlookers gathered in the audience.
"Why is Master Wei here?"
"Who knows, maybe she's had enough of playing with women and wants to play with men."
"Why doesn't anyone go up and compete with him?"
"Compete with him? Are you going to die?"
"No way, I think he is just an empty shell. Besides, even if he can't beat him, he won't kill him..."
"I said, are you stupid?"
"Hmm? What do you mean, brother? Please give me some advice."
"If you were to be mentioned by a storyteller, you would not survive more than three times. Well, just listen carefully..."
"Ah! I see..."
Listening to the whispers in the audience, Wei Changtian's expression on the stage became more and more unnatural.
No matter how thick-skinned he was, it was not pleasant to be surrounded by a group of people and treated like a monkey! But he had already called out several times, but no one was willing to go on stage.
What can I do? I can't force someone to come up with a knife.
Wei Changtian was anxious on the stage, and Wang Er in the audience was even more anxious. He held a handful of silver in his hand and was ready to spend money to hire a few "actors" to perform on stage.
However, just as he was looking around for a suitable candidate, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and then a man with starry eyebrows and sword-like eyes pushed through the crowd, leaped up, and landed gracefully on the stage.
The man was dressed in a black tiger-dragon costume, with a golden-handled dragon-patterned knife on the left side of his waist and a green jade pendant on the right side with the word "Nei" engraved on it.
He stood still, bowed and clasped his fists towards Wei Changtian, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.
"Fan Hong, the internal guard of Xuanjing Division, greets Master Wei!"
Wei Changtian was delighted at first when he saw someone finally coming on stage, but when he saw the pattern embroidered on the man's tiger-dragon costume, his face suddenly turned bitter.
Three-clawed dragon and four-striped tiger.
This Fan Hong is actually a centurion!
Of course, Wei Changtian was not afraid of his official position. Even if the second-in-command of Xuan Jing Division, such as "Tongzhi", came, he would have to give him some face, let alone such a small official of the sixth rank.
What he was worried about was Fan Hong's strength.
It is inevitable that the centurions of the inner guards have exceptionally strong martial arts.
I'm a bronze player who's just starting out, and I'm matched with a platinum player right from the start. Who can stand this?
I had originally wanted to proceed step by step, but since they have already come to the ring, I can only grit my teeth and take the beating.
Thinking of this, Wei Changtian stopped hesitating and bowed politely.
"Master Fan."
"I don't deserve it, just call me by my real name, sir."
Fan Hong asked calmly, "How do you want to compete, young master? Just fists and feet? Or can you use internal strength?"
Wei Changtian didn't think much and answered directly: "I don't care about that. You just need to treat me as you would your mortal enemy."
“Wow!”
There was an immediate uproar in the audience, and Fan Hong was also a little surprised.
"Sir, this might be inappropriate."
"Nothing wrong with that."
Wei Changtian waved his hand: "Just don't let me get hurt too badly."
"...I understand, don't worry, sir."
Fan Hong looked at Wei Changtian deeply, without saying anything more, he took off the dragon-patterned knife and put it aside, then crossed his palms up and down to show the starting posture.
"Sixth rank, Fan Hong, please."
“…”
Wei Changtian took a deep breath and his expression instantly became serious.
He had never learned any martial arts skills, so he had to raise his fists in front of his chest, one in front and one behind, assuming the most instinctive fighting posture of a human being.
"Seventh rank, Wei Changtian."
The sunlight coming through the window stretched the two people's shadows very long.
Seeing that there was actually going to be a fight, everyone in the audience was a little surprised.
"Captain Fan is not afraid of power, he is truly a role model for our generation!"
"What Master Wei just said is really impressive."
"I think this battle will be a foregone conclusion."
"What was the opening move of Master Wei? How come I have never seen it before?"
"You can go to the countryside and watch villagers fighting and you will understand..."
“…”
Everyone was talking about it, and Fan Hong on the stage finally moved after waiting for a while.
He lunged forward, his right palm heading straight for Wei Changtian's face, while at the same time gathering strength in his left foot, waiting for the palm to be blocked before launching a second attack by either bumping or sweeping.
In fact, this is a very common tentative routine. Putting aside the difference in internal strength, anyone who has practiced martial arts for a year or two should be able to deal with it easily.
However, even though Fan Hong had held back, he still overestimated Wei Changtian's fighting ability.
Awkward posture, slightly panicked eyes, messy steps...
Seeing that the palm mixed with tremendous internal force was right in front of him, Wei Changtian finally reacted and prepared to dodge, and his movements were very slow.
If things continue like this, Fan Hong won't need any follow-up moves. This one palm alone will be enough to knock Wei Changtian to the ground.
Everyone present was a warrior, so they could naturally see the result.
Except for Wang Er who was ready to rush onto the stage, most of the others had a gloating expression on their faces, ready to wait and see Wei Changtian make a fool of himself.
But at this critical moment, the situation on the field suddenly reversed.
The palm that was supposed to hit Wei Changtian's face suddenly shifted half an inch to the side at an imperceptible angle, and just passed by Wei Changtian's ear.
At the same time, Fan Hong gave up the attack with his left foot, and instead took a slight step forward, actually sending his chest directly onto Wei Changtian's fist, which had not moved at all.
"Bang!"
After a not-too-loud muffled sound, the two people passed each other.
Wei Changtian was still standing there stupidly, but Fan Hong knelt down on one knee with a look of "pain" on his face.
"Ah! To cope with all kinds of changes, one must remain unchanged... Young Master has a good method!"
"I lost!"
???
Win?
No, what did I do to win? Wei Changtian looked back at Fan Hong, whose acting was poor, in disbelief, and understood instantly.
Good man, it turns out that you were just pretending to be so humble and modest before?!
Why do you still have to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing situations? ?
You've worked so hard just to flatter someone!
"Whoa!"
There was a chorus of boos from the audience, but Fan Hong ignored them. Just as he was about to come over and say a few more words, he suddenly heard Wei Changtian utter a word in a cold voice.
"roll!"
Fan Hong panicked instantly: "Master Wei, I..."
"I said, get out!"
“…”
Fan Hong's Adam's apple twitched, but he didn't dare to say anything in the end. He walked down the stage dejectedly and fled out of the martial arts hall in the blink of an eye, obviously afraid of being laughed at by his colleagues.
"Hahahaha! I laughed!"
“How shameful!”
"Tsk tsk tsk, why is Captain Fan able to rise to such a high position? This is the gap between us!"
“…”
Amidst the roar of laughter, Fan Hong ran away in shame, but the crowd did not disperse. They were all waiting to see how Wei Changtian would end up.
In their opinion, this devil was likely to lose interest and leave.
However, the development of things once again exceeded everyone's expectations.
Wei Changtian, who was still standing on the stage, was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly, word by word: "From today on, I will hold ten matches every day in Jiaer!"
"No matter who you are, what realm you are in, or what your identity is, you can come on stage and take part in the challenge!"
"Anyone who defeats me will receive fifty taels of silver! As if you have accomplished a great deed!"
"I will never take revenge! I will never lie!"
"Wang Er!"
"Sir, I'm here..."
"Go find a wooden sign and put up what I just said here!"
"When I win a hundred games, I will stop talking like this!"
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