Gao Wu: You Stole My Quota And You Still Expect Me To Be Generous?

The warrior named Tianhu was lucky because he was not killed by a single punch.

He only broke four ribs and a clavicle, as well as some ‘insignificant’ internal injuries.

For a warrior with a strong blood and qi, such injuries are serious but can still be overcome.

However, the reward he received from today’s match may have to be spent on healing his injuries afterwards.

And maybe he will need to add some more.

Xu Feng was also lucky because he did not kill his opponent with a single punch.

After all, today was just a fighting match, and it was not Xu Feng’s intention to kill someone for no reason.

However, his agent, Ji Chang, seemed very excited at this time, and said in surprise:

"I really didn't expect that, Brother Xu, you actually have such a strong fighting power.

Tianhu is also a leader among the first-grade warriors, but he was killed by you in one punch!"

Xu Feng nodded and said casually:

"So, Lao Ji, you have to help me pay more attention and strive for more competitions.

This kind of opportunity is not common now. After three days, I will be a second-grade warrior..."

Hearing Xu Feng talking about this again, Ji Chang next to him suddenly asked, saying:

"Hehe, Brother Xu, can't you suppress the improvement of Qi and blood a little bit and stay in the first grade for a while?

I know that many players who participate in fighting competitions deliberately suppress themselves in order to stay at the first-grade warrior level!"

Xu Feng shook his head directly and rejected such a suggestion, saying:

"Lao Ji, don't think about this thing. I won't slow down my training speed for a few games.

So the opportunity is only three days. When there is such an opportunity to make money next time, God knows how long it will take."

Are you kidding?

You are just overthinking!

I am practicing a technique worth 100 million yuan. How can I give up the speed of practice for just tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands?

If I really do this, it will be the biggest waste of resources, and waste is extremely shameful!

Xu Feng complained in his heart.

The agent Ji Chang sighed secretly and could only turn around to exert his energy in his own field.

Since Xu Feng's "three-day period" cannot be extended, he can only try to arrange more people within three days.

...

Facts have proved that Xu Feng's agent Ji Chang has a lot of power in the organization of Fighter's House.

The next day, he arranged five fighting matches for Xu Feng.

Two in the morning, two in the afternoon, and one in the evening.

And because of Xu Feng's outstanding performance in his debut, the remuneration for each match has "skyrocketed" to 50,000.

Such a remuneration is already an average level in the industry among first-grade warriors.

However, Xu Feng's performance in the next five fighting matches did not disappoint the agent Ji Chang.

Because he won five matches!

Although Xu Feng held back to avoid killing his opponent with one punch, he won every time.

The strength of a general warrior is actually directly linked to the strength of the blood and qi in his body.

The blood and qi value of a first-grade warrior is 200 to 499, which means that their strength is also below 500 kilograms.

But Xu Feng is different. His blood and qi have reached more than 900 now.

That is to say, although he is also a first-grade warrior, his strength has reached a rare 900 kilograms.

This does not include the multiple increase brought by the use of blood and qi martial arts.

And the attack power increase brought by the "great success" level blood and qi martial arts is 4 times!

…

It should be a happy thing to easily defeat the opponent and win the reward of 50,000 yuan per game.

But after the fifth game that night, Xu Feng felt a little depressed.

Because he just posed a POSS, his good hearing allowed him to hear the cheers from the audience in the stands:

"Brother Pockmarks, Brother Pockmarks! Brother Pockmarks..."

"This brother pockmarks is really awesome. Since his debut yesterday, he has won six games in six games."

"Brother Pockmarks, I love you. I want to have a bunch of pockmarks with you!"

After hearing these voices, Xu Feng, who was about to turn around calmly, almost stumbled.

He was simply unable to complain in his heart:

"I say, are you guys blind or deaf! Or is there something wrong with your IQ!

Is the pockmark painted on my mask? This is Jiutong, Jiutong, do you understand?"

Listening to the increasingly intense cheers behind him, Xu Feng could only speed up and flee the scene.

At this time, he felt it was very necessary to bring a national quintessence over, that is, mahjong.

...

It was the beginning of another day. Under the operation of his agent Ji Chang, Xu Feng actually played 6 games today.

And after proving his strength in the five games yesterday, his average remuneration rose to 100,000.

Seeing this situation, Xu Feng also gave his agent a thumbs up without hesitation.

He is not afraid of too many matches now, but only worried that he will not make any money if he does not have enough matches.

So Xu Feng thinks that his agent has done a good job. He did not expect that the other party can have such power.

Jizhang was calm and accepted Xu Feng's praise.

Of course, Xu Feng probably does not know that all his matches were won by Jizhang by throwing tantrums.

But even if he knew, he would not care about it.

After all, it is a business, and talking about feelings is a waste of time.

...

When the first fighting match of the day began.

After Xu Feng walked onto the fighting stage, he heard the cheers of "Brother Mazi" again.

The momentum even exceeded that of the warrior named Brother Xiong he saw that day.

It can be seen that Xu Feng has already gained considerable popularity in the Fighter's House.

But Xu Feng did not feel happy at all. At this time, the corners of his mouth twitched and he wanted to curse.

"Fuck you, brother with pockmarks! You are the ones with pockmarks, your whole family is pockmarked!"

After Xu Feng's anger accumulated little by little, his opponent in this match was unlucky.

There was no need to consider the outcome, Xu Feng just slowed down the pace a little!

This time he beat his opponent so badly that he admitted defeat with a horrified look on his face.

However, what Xu Feng didn't expect was that.

His way of delaying the pace to vent his dissatisfaction made the audience more enthusiastic.

After all, although his previous matches were also exciting, they were too short and weak.

Every time he solved his opponent with a punch or two kicks, the audience in the stands were not satisfied at all.

But today was different. Although Xu Feng delayed the pace, the audience was also very satisfied.

Then:

"Brother Ma Zi, you look great, you look mighty and domineering!"

"Brother Ma Zi, I love you, lend me your warm chest!"

"Brother Ma Zi, this is my contact information, remember to contact me."

The most frightening thing is that some fat aunts with heavy makeup actually threw notes on the stage with flushed faces.

My God! No one should come to take care of it!

Looking at the small notes on the fighting stage, some of them even have lipstick marks on them.

Xu Feng was not feeling well.

He felt that if he let it go on like this, he might lose his reputation in the end.

Thinking about it, he waved to the beautiful announcer holding the microphone outside the fighting stage.

Seeing that the announcer was confused.

Xu Feng could only sigh and took two steps to grab the microphone from the other party.