Chapter 16 Record-breaking Achievements
Five days later.
Xuan Jing Division, Martial Arts Hall.
Early in the morning, hundreds of big men were waiting at the door, staring at the way they came, not daring to breathe.
The scene is a bit like that of old men and women waiting at the entrance of a supermarket to grab discounted eggs.
A few sparrows were perched on the branches watching this scene. Just as they were about to preen their feathers, they were startled and flew away by the sudden and loud shouting.
"Here he comes! Young Master Wei is here again today!"
"Finally you're here! I was so scared!"
"Ahhh! Lord Wei! I must fight with you today!"
"Look at me! Look at me!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Go grab the signature!"
"God bless me! I must win the lottery today!"
“…”
The excited crowd rushed forward and surrounded Wei Changtian and Wang Er. In the previous life, this would have been a typical star-chasing scene.
"Don't push! Don't push!"
Wang Er stood in front of Wei Changtian with a helpless look on his face. He just took out a wooden tube similar to the one used for drawing lots in temples from his cloth bag, and the bamboo sticks in it were snatched away in the blink of an eye.
Wailing and laughter sounded at the same time, some were happy while others were sad.
"Hahahaha! Red ticket! God is merciful! It's finally my turn!"
"Fuck! I missed again!"
"Brother, how about I pay fifty taels for the lot in your hand?"
"No! I'm only one achievement away from promotion. You can find someone else."
“…”
Those who drew the red lot were overjoyed, while those who didn't draw the red lot had to accept the reality after beating their chests and stamping their feet for a while. They took out silver from their pockets and squeezed next to another person.
"Brother Liu! How is the odds set?"
"Everyone! Today, it's still a competition to see if Master Wei can win one of the ten games!"
The man surrounded in the middle had a token in the shape of an autumn cicada on his waist, indicating that he worked for the stick-sticking department.
He held up a wooden sign and shouted at the top of his lungs: "If you bet on 'can', you get ten to one! If you bet on 'can', you get twelve to one!"
"The former has no limit on bets! The latter has a total of 200 taels! First come, first served..."
“Wow!”
Before he could finish shouting, the crowd immediately rushed forward, vying to hand over the silver in their hands.
"Not five taels!"
"It can't be just two ounces!"
"Not ten taels!"
"cannot……"
A unanimous "No" was heard, and in the blink of an eye the sum of two hundred taels was collected.
Although there were a few people who wanted to make a small fortune by betting on "Neng", the total amount they won was only two taels and eight cents.
No wonder everyone is so pessimistic about Wei Changtian.
After all, his record of "fifty consecutive losses" in the past five days was indeed a bit "dazzling".
It is still unknown whether there will be anyone who can succeed him, but no one in history has indeed done it.
How could one not take advantage of this kind of opportunity? Faced with all this, the "cash machine" Wei Changtian himself did not react much.
Or maybe I've gotten used to it.
He just glanced over there and walked straight towards the second stage. Wang Er, who was following him, also took out ten fifty-tael silver notes from his pocket, ready to "give money" at any time.
However, neither of them noticed that just as they walked away, a heroic woman suddenly approached the person who opened the gambling table.
She was wearing a standard black suit, with a red rope tied in her long hair, and had a slender and tight figure.
Although her features are beautiful, one can tell at a glance that she is definitely not a weak vase like Lu Jingyao.
"Mr. Xu? You want to play a hand, too?"
The man who opened the betting had his eyes light up, but he didn't dare to look directly at the woman, so he could only lower his head and said regretfully: "Alas, you are late. Now we can only bet that Young Master Wei will win."
"I just bet that he can win today."
The woman pursed her lips, took out a purse from her bosom and threw it over: "All in."
"How much is this?"
"Thirty taels."
…
"Bang!"
A cloud of dust rose above the bluestone platform, and Wei Changtian fell to the ground again, looking as miserable as possible.
The opponent did not continue to attack. He clasped his fists, said "I'm sorry", jumped off the stage, and happily took the silver note from Wang Er.
Watching the man leave, Wang Er picked up the knife and carved another mark on the wooden sign next to the ring.
There are already eleven “正” characters after the character “败” (defeat) plus three more strokes.
There is still nothing after the word "victory".
After 58 consecutive defeats, Wei Changtian will break his own record with every additional game.
...I don't know when the young master will be able to win a game.
Wang Er felt a little helpless, but actually a little surprised.
He is Wei Changtian's attendant, and also a death warrior trained by the Wei family since childhood.
Not only is his realm quite high, but his rich experience in life and death battles also enables him to tell a person's skills at a glance.
Even though Wei Changtian's every move is still immature, compared with five days ago, there have been earth-shaking changes.
From reaction speed, to the rationality of attack, to the use of internal strength... although these changes are obvious, they are not achieved overnight, but are the result of daily progress.
This is normal, but the problem is... the progress is too great.
Even the most talented martial artist Wang Er had ever seen was probably not half as talented as Wei Changtian.
Could it be that my son is a genius that only appears once in a century?
After all, the master and the mistress are both top-notch masters in the world today, so it is understandable that their son is gifted.
It's a pity that we started a little late...
While Wang Er was thinking about something, he went up to the stage and helped Wei Changtian up from the ground.
"Sir, there are still two games left. Do you want to take a break before playing?"
"Um."
Wei Changtian took a few deep breaths, took the two pills, one red and one white, from Wang Er, chewed them twice like a sugar pill, and swallowed them directly into his stomach.
The red ones are the Jiexu Dan that restores internal strength, and the white ones are the Huizhuan Dan that restores physical strength.
These two pills alone could be sold for fifty or sixty taels on the market, and Wei Changtian would have to eat at least seven or eight pills every day.
I have to say, having money means you can do what you want.
The medicinal effects spread, and warmth spread throughout the body.
After closing his eyes and regulating his breathing for a while, Wei Changtian stood up again: "Call the next person."
"Yes, sir."
Wang Er nodded and shouted to a man who was already eager to try, "It's your turn!"
“Swish!”
The man immediately climbed onto the stage and clasped his fists towards Wei Changtian: "Master Wei, I'm sorry!"
“…”
Sorry in advance?
Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, thinking that this group of people were becoming more and more outrageous.
But he didn't say much. He just took a deep breath and introduced himself.
"Seventh rank, Wei Changtian."
"Flower Feather Guard, rank eight, Song Linming!"
It seemed like the man couldn't wait any longer. As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and punched Wei Changtian straight in the chest.
This punch is very fast, it must be some kind of boxing practice.
However, Wei Changtian was no longer at the same level as he was five days ago. He took a half step back to avoid the fist, and at the same time, punched the opponent's arm, aiming directly at his throat.
“Bang!”
The inside of his elbow was pressed by a palm, and the force of his fist was lost, only slightly knocking down Song Linming's collar.
Soon the two separated.
In the first move, the odds were 6:4, and Wei Changtian had a slight advantage.
"Huh? Young Master Wei seems to have a chance of winning this match!"
Someone in the audience cheered softly, but someone nearby quickly refuted: "Brother Song just suffered a loss in realm."
"If this is the first match, Master Wei does have a good chance of winning."
“But now it’s the eighth round. Even if I took the Jiexu Pill, my internal strength can only be restored to 20% to 30% at most. It won’t be long before it’s exhausted.”
"It is inevitable that Master Wei will be defeated by then."
“That makes sense…”
The person who spoke earlier nodded, looking quite agreeable.
In fact, Wei Changtian himself was also very clear about this situation.
If you want to win, you must find an opportunity to strike the winning blow before your internal energy is exhausted.
My feet kept moving, and the scenes that I had experienced over and over again in my dreams emerged in my mind.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, Song Linming's movement happened to be stuck in one of the pictures.
!!!
Wei Changtian's heart suddenly burst into ecstasy.
That's it! (End of this chapter)
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