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After the trip to the research institute outside Bamo City, Wang Zhifan rarely moved around. He spent most of his time meditating and practicing in the apartment to improve his foundation.

He handed all the intelligence matters to AI Xiaohong, and told Xiaohong to interrupt his practice and tell him when he encountered particularly valuable intelligence, and to make a daily report for him to read together when he was free every day.

Such an arrangement means that Wang Zhifan tends to believe the information about the messenger obtained in the research institute. He currently raises the expected enemy threat level to the highest level and does not have any fluke mentality.

So the days in the copy passed day by day without any surprises, and there was no sign of the messenger coming for more than ten consecutive days.

For Wang Zhifan, there was not much change during this period except that he had the identity of the president of the fighting club.

Speaking of which, when he sought the position of the president of the fighting club, he just didn't want someone to give orders to him and have better local living conditions.

But now, after he "barely" defeated the former president in the open competition with the help of his clone, he did not start to slack off as he had thought before, but instead did something of great significance to the Fighting Club.

On this day, in the underground wealthy area of ​​​​Bamo City, the Fighting Club building, the fifth-floor conference hall.

A tall young man in formal clothes walked up to the podium with steady steps. It was Wang Zhifan, or the special clone he controlled.

Rows and rows of members of the Fighting Club can be seen sitting in the audience, including the man who became a senior fighter from the former president because of the failure of the defense.

There is no doubt that this is the first meeting held by Wang Zhifan after he seized the position of the president of the Fighting Club.

Although it was not presided over by his original body, everyone present was not aware of this and would never know the truth.

In fact, it was this clone who really won the challenge, and it was more in line with the regulations for the clone to preside over this meeting.

"Fellow fighters, today is my first day as the president of the Bamo City branch, but I called everyone to a meeting so quickly not to show off my victory or demonstrate my authority, but to announce a big event, a big event that concerns all of us."

On the podium that attracted everyone's attention, Wang Zhifan controlled his clone to give a concise opening speech. He did not say any nonsense that would make people sleepy, and soon the eyes of the people present were filled with doubts and expectations.

For these members of the fighting club, it was hard for them to imagine what big event this powerful new president would announce. Would he start a larger-scale fighting teaching? Or would he declare war on the peace organization that had always been at odds with them?

However, Wang Zhifan then controlled his clone to say something that shocked everyone present:

"Fighters! For many years, we have adhered to a concept, a concept called bravery, and we must never refuse challenges! But now, I want to say that it is outdated!

I am now announcing as the president! From today on, all members of the Fighting Club have the right to refuse unreasonable challenges! Each of us has the right to reasonably choose our opponents!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Fighting Club meeting was like a pot of boiling water, and various voices of opposition rose one after another in the uproar.

"I protest! This is not in line with the tradition of our Fighting Club! The Fighting Club will never allow cowardly behavior!"

"You are afraid of other people's challenges! You are a scum who is greedy for power!"

"Bravery is the highest code of conduct for our Fighting Club! No one is allowed to tarnish it!"

...

In the huge wave of opposition, Wang Zhifan on the podium stood still, his eyes like a torch, sweeping across the angry participants, without any expression.

He ignored the vast majority of people who were protesting angrily, and noticed that a small number of people chose to remain silent. It was not the kind of silence that made them speechless, but a relatively calm and thoughtful silence.

"Sure enough, after I just broke the relevant world rules, some fighters' wills have changed, and there is a trend of breaking away from fixed thinking, but most people need some explosive materials because of the long-term thinking inertia."

At this moment, in a luxury apartment not far away, Wang Zhifan, who was meditating and practicing, observed the situation at the meeting site through his clone and made a judgment in his heart.

The reason why he spent his time on this matter was not because he was bored, but because he was doing an experiment and letting some people in this world get rid of the invisible constraints on them.

Before the meeting, he drew out the Qingdi Sword and cut off a restrictive rule about the fighting meeting, so as to further understand the power exerted by the messenger. Now the meeting is just a side job.

In the conference hall, after everyone protested for a while, Wang Zhifan's clone on the podium continued to announce the following things.

"To prove that my philosophy is the future direction of the fighting association! From now on, I grant all of you the right to challenge me! The right to collectively challenge me in this conference hall at this moment!

As long as any one of you can defeat me, you can take my place and stand here, declaring that what I said is nonsense!

Of course, I hope that some of you can choose to give up. Giving up does not always mean cowardice. It is a manifestation of personal rationality and a power that every fighter is born with..."

Before Wang Zhifan's clone finished speaking, more than a dozen fighters sitting in the front row of the conference hall could not hold back their explosive anger, stood up from their seats, and then jumped several meters high and dozens of meters away, flying towards him on the podium.

Just from the number of people and momentum, Wang Zhifan on the podium seemed weak and alone at this moment, and was about to be beaten to the ground by the angry crowd.

But the reality that followed was a completely one-sided situation, which belonged to the other fighters.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wang Zhifan's clone stood on the podium, without any defensive posture, and threw three quick and easy punches to the sky with one hand, causing the three fighters who jumped on his head and kicked down to fly more than 20 meters backwards, and hit the walls on both sides continuously and fell into a collective coma.

Dongdong!

He then swept his feet left and right at a speed and angle that ordinary people could not understand. The shadow of his legs that ordinary people could not see clearly made the two fighters who sandwiched him from the ground groan in pain, and they rolled to the ground and then lost consciousness.

But his strength did not inspire the fear of other challengers, but made them more motivated. More than a dozen people surrounded him at the same time in tacit understanding, determined to crush him directly with an unstoppable and all-round offensive.

But what greeted them was Wang Zhifan's extremely gorgeous spinning kick. With power, speed and precision that humans could not imagine, he instantly rotated his body 360 degrees and kicked away all the opponents around him, and gave each of them an equal baby-like sleep.

"Who else! Who else is dissatisfied! Those who want to replace me as the president to speak, don't back down! Have you learned to escape!"

After the crushing momentum, Wang Zhifan controlled his clones to continue to verbally stimulate all the participants, making them lose their minds and continue to charge towards the podium where he was standing, and then receive a very short beating.

After all, none of them could survive a single move in the hands of his clones, and all of them flew back and fell into a coma in an instant.

After this process was repeated several times, only about one-third of the people who were not unconscious in the entire venue were left.

These people were not all sitting and watching. Many of them charged halfway, but because the strength shown by the new president in front of them exceeded their imagination, they were extremely shocked, so they unconsciously stopped and forgot that they should continue to rush forward to give away their heads.

At this point, there were no more objections in the conference hall. The clone controlled by Wang Zhifan was dressed neatly in formal clothes, just like when he first came on stage. There was no trace of having experienced a big battle. He calmly scanned all the fighters who showed shocked expressions.

It was a bit surprising that he found that the former president who was defeated by him in the challenge was still sitting in his seat. He did not take advantage of the large number of people to try to take back the position of president he had just lost. Instead, he looked at everything happening around him calmly.

"Why don't you take action? This is the best opportunity."

Wang Zhifan then controlled the clone to ask him.

The former president smiled bitterly and responded:

"I just lost, not stupid... In the challenge, I knew you were not serious at all. Even if I tried my best, it seemed like I was acting with you...

Maybe you are right. It is time for the Fighting Association to change. It is not enough for a fighter to have the courage to challenge everything. He also needs the strength to match the courage."

The man spoke in a low voice, but everyone who was still awake in the venue heard it in their hearts. At that moment, the remaining desire for challenge in everyone's heart quickly dissipated, as if the long-standing knot in their hearts had been untied.

"Yes... the former president is right. When did we fighters become reckless men who can only be led by the nose? Compared with mindless charge, it is more important to hone our own strength..."

"I should change my mind... the new president has proved his correctness with strength..."

"Yes, as long as it can improve strength, it is rational to forbear for a while, otherwise it will kill the possibility of future victory..."

...

The state of mind of each participant has changed fundamentally. Even if no one of them speaks at this time, Wang Zhifan on the podium can see a lot from their eyes.

"The seeds have sprouted and the foundation has been built. I believe that the Fighting Association will gradually get rid of the shadow left by that rule in the future, as long as the messenger no longer exerts similar influence... Finally, let me try to write a rule to give greater support to the human beings in this world."

Breaking the relevant rules left by the messenger and taking the trouble to hold a reform conference in the Fighting Association, Wang Zhifan is not out of kindness, but for his own experiment. He wants to write the rules himself with his own power!

This idea came from his thinking about the messenger in the past few days. Since the messenger has a variety of rule-based powers, the most suitable one to deal with them should be the corresponding rule power.

If it were in the past, even if he had this idea, he would immediately ignore it. After all, it would be a waste of time to think too much about something that is completely impossible.

But after practicing and entering the legendary level technique, the Mysterious Chapter of All Time and Space Eternal Freedom, Wang Zhifan thought that this was not just a delusion, but something he really had the potential to do.

The reason is very simple. The Mysterious Chapter of All Time and Space Eternal Freedom is the top technique that specializes in the practice of laws. The law of time and space is its core, but not all. Controlling the rules also belongs to the practice scope of this technique.

"The messenger automatically abandons his own core when entering this world!"

He used all his strength to keep this world rule.

But soon he sensed failure. The power required to compose this rule was extremely great, and he could not bear it at all. The way of composing was also problematic.

"The messenger will be weakened by 10,000 times when entering this world!"

He tried to write another favorable rule, but failed again. His own strength was not enough.

"It seems that taking a big step is not good. I have to do something simple and let others share the pressure of the rules with me."

The continuous failures were actually expected by Wang Zhifan. He had already thought of a backup plan.

"When the messenger enters this world, all the forces will be suppressed by half by all the members of the Fighting Club!"

This rule also weakens the messenger, but it is not Wang Zhifan who bears the expenditure alone. It is closely related to the Fighting Club he currently controls.

The reason why the Fighting Club is chosen as the main body of the rules instead of the much larger human race is that the writing of rules is also conditional.

In the case of insufficient strength, Wang Zhifan can only start with those things that are closely related to him, and the success rate is the highest.

Then in this world, or in this Bamo City, his connection with the Fighting Club is undoubtedly the strongest, after all, he is the local president.

But this time he still failed to write the rules. The rules were unsustainable halfway through the construction, and the supporting power was still insufficient.

"Failed again... But it's normal. Writing rules is not that simple... Let's change our thinking."

After a short rest, Wang Zhifan used all his strength again and wrote another rule:

"When the messenger enters this world, his power will be reduced to 10% when facing me, and will be increased to 1000% when facing others!"

As you can see, this is a somewhat unethical rule that only benefits Wang Zhifan himself, but considering the actual situation, it actually has some practical significance.

Because according to the known information, the only person in this world who is truly qualified to fight against the messenger is probably Wang Zhifan. Strengthening his combat power is very meaningful, and other people will be killed in seconds when facing the messenger anyway. What's the difference between taking ten times the damage and normal damage?

"It failed as expected, but there is a hunch of success? It seems that this kind of balanced rule is easier to establish! Let's do it again!"

"When the messenger enters this world, his power will be reduced by half when facing me, and doubled when facing others!

It seems...successful? But this rule is very fragile. I'm afraid the messenger can destroy it or even rewrite it in an instant after noticing it... No, I have to think about it."

The sudden success made Wang Zhifan realize that the battle of rules is not a one-time thing. The existence that can write the rules can naturally fight against the rules. The more he thinks about the problems involved, the more complicated they become. (End of this chapter)