I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Upon hearing the rules proposed by Zhang Heng, Mrs. Wei frowned slightly, and she subconsciously opposed it, but after thinking about it for a while, she couldn't find a reason.

Because it is obvious that Zhang Heng's rule is obviously more fair than the previous rule.

There is almost no element of luck.

This is exactly why Mrs. Wei wants to refuse.

Zhang Heng's ability to defeat four other candidates one after another is enough to prove Zhang Heng's strength. It is no easy task for her to defeat the opponent by strength alone.

That's why she proposed a slightly lucky matchup rule before.

It's a pity that Zhang Heng immediately saw the tricks, and used the new rules to make up for the loopholes.

But after thinking for a moment, Mrs. Wei finally agreed.

Because Zhang Heng’s rules are actually biased towards the weak. After all, if the two people want to win, they must win two consecutive games. The two wins only saw the opponent's secret technique. It is necessary to smoothly display the effect of the opponent's secret technique and keep the draw.

Such harsh conditions have virtually raised the threshold for victory.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wei's heart moved, and then she said: "I completely agree with your rules, but I want to add one more."

"In order to avoid that our duel goes on endlessly and wastes unnecessary time, I hope that the duel between the two of us will last at most 20 rounds, which means that each of us can perform at most ten secret techniques."

"If after 20 games, the two of us still haven't decided the outcome, then our game will be a tie."

"Furthermore, after the tie, the two of us were not allowed to play again in the subsequent beheading to capture the flag."

Mrs. Wei stared at Zhang Heng on the opposite side with a pair of wonderful eyes.

Waiting for Zhang Heng to respond.

And the purple-robed people behind Madam Wei suddenly flashed a look on their frustrated and listless face when they heard Madam Wei's words.

This last supplementary rule is simply magical!

After all, the person in the purple robe is most afraid of Zhang Heng's combat power. If Mrs. Wei can pass the tie, she loves you Zhang Heng and excludes you from the battle against the flag, then they will do it this time. Beheading to capture the flag, I am afraid that the victory is in hand.

The Beihai Escort Group on the opposite side heard Mrs. Wei’s newly added suggestion, many people immediately understood the meaning, and their faces suddenly sank.

And those who don't understand, after these people's explanations, immediately understand the deep meaning of this.

Everyone immediately glared at the stunning beauty of Mrs. Wei in the open space. Some people directly cursed that the other party was a femme fatale.

Mrs. Wei is so big that she may not have been disgusted and spitted by so many aliens at once. At this time, seeing everyone filled with righteous indignation, they worked together to target her appearance, a white and delicate face, already gloomy and about to drip. The two hands in the sleeves couldn't help being clenched tightly together. If it weren't for this critical moment, I'm afraid Mrs. Wei could not wait to rush over and use her small fists to teach the most brutal Beihai Escort. Escort teacher.

Sun Yaoting, in the center of the front row of the North Sea Escort, looked a little ugly when he heard Madam Wei's words. A cold light flashed in his eyes and glanced at Madam Wei in the distance, but finally restrained and said nothing.

Afterwards, the noise of everyone gradually subsided. Whether it was the people of the North Sea Escort led by Sun Yaoting or the group of people in purple robes, everyone turned their eyes to Zhang Heng in the center of the open space, and even Madam Wei stopped their wonderful eyes. He took Zhang Heng and waited for Zhang Heng to make a decision.

After all, Zhang Heng's decision may influence the victory or defeat of this time.

Only Zhang Heng on the court still had a calm look on his face at this time. Hearing what Mrs. Wei said, Zhang Heng only thought for a moment, and touched his nose a little shyly. The next moment, he did not hesitate. Said: "Mrs. Wei is right. Everyone's time is precious. To waste other people's time is to make money and kill you!"

"In this case, then I suggest that we don't have 20 duels. Everyone directly fights 10 duels, and each performs five secret techniques."

"After ten rounds, if the winner has not yet been decided, then even if this matchup between you and me is tied, then we two will withdraw from the subsequent matchup that will capture the flag together."

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, everyone looked at Zhang Heng in the center of the clearing stupidly, and for a moment did they understand what Zhang Heng had just said.

Mrs. Wei said that there were 20 games to decide whether to draw or not, but she was afraid that if she said too few games, Zhang Heng would not agree to her request.

But what did Zhang Heng say now! ?

Not only did Zhang Heng not think that the number of games was too small, it was easy to draw, but instead shortened the previous 20 games to 10 games.

Hearing what Zhang Heng said, the faces of the escorts of the North Sea Escort, headed by Sun Yaoting, looked like they had been slapped for no reason, but they couldn't fight back. They were extremely depressed.

They looked at Zhang Heng in the clearing, but they didn't know what to say.

Zhang Heng helped them win four games in a row, which is their biggest contributor to this time.

But now, there is no doubt that Zhang Heng has made a terrible decision in everyone's minds.

They don't know how to complain about this great hero who beheaded the flag.

Sun Yaoting listened to Zhang Heng's words and couldn't help but sighed with a gloomy expression.

Among the crowd, only Xia Yu still stood on the spot, ignoring everyone's sighing appearance, the expression on his face was still gentle and quiet, with deep and calm eyes, looking at Zhang Heng not far away, with a look of something. The look of thinking, I don't know what I'm thinking.

But obviously, Xia Yu was not worried about Zhang Heng, worried that he would mess up his own game.

After hearing what Zhang Heng said, Mrs. Wei first showed a dazed expression on her face that she thought she had misheard. Then she looked around and found that everyone around him was the same dazed and unbelievable expression. I know, I'm afraid, I heard it right.

However, after knowing that she had not misheard, Madam Wei did not immediately show a look of joy and excitement, but like Xia Yu in the North Sea Escort crowd, in her eyes, the divine light flashed, and there was a touch of something. The weird look of thinking.

If Xia Yu's expression can be concluded, he is not worried about Zhang Heng.

Then, the look on Mrs. Wei's face now seemed a little solemn, and a little bit ready, as if facing an enemy.

It's not that Mrs. Dewei didn't think so. After all, she proposed to face Zhang Heng for 20 rounds, and the two were eliminated together in the draw.

This is already more demanding.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng was actually willing to cut the number of rounds by half. As long as the match was ten rounds, it was necessary to determine if the two were eliminated together.

Where did he come from so much confidence?

Mrs. Wei thought about it, but only thought of one possibility.

That is, Zhang Heng believed that among the five secret arts he was about to perform, he had at least two that could surpass Madam Wei 100%, making the other party absolutely unable to follow suit.

At the same time, Zhang Heng is confident that at least one of the five secret techniques that Mrs. Zhao has been immersing in for many years can be done with confidence.

Almost everyone did not believe this.

This matter is also not in line with common sense.

I think it is conceivable that a person has practiced many years and months, if there are no more than ten or twenty secret arts, which are far superior to others.

It would be unrealistic to say that there are not even five such secret arts.

But Zhang Heng just feels that even for the five abilities that the rich are best at, some of them are not as good as him.

But looking at Zhang Heng's current age, it is impossible for him to have too much time to exercise his unique ability outside of his cultivation.

Everyone was puzzled.

The same is true for Mrs. Wei, but she dared not underestimate Zhang Heng.

What embarrassed Mrs. Wei was that this last suggestion was originally made by herself.

Now Zhang Heng not only agreed to her proposal, but also revised this proposal, which is even more beneficial to her.

Under normal circumstances, Mrs. Wei should have agreed happily, but now seeing him frowning and silent, it seems that Zhang Heng put forward some wishful thinking conditions.

But in the end, after some thoughts, Mrs. Wei agreed to Zhang Heng's amendment.

At this point, between the two, a brand-new way of beheading the flag was born.

In the first game, Zhang Heng asked Mrs. Wei to take the first shot to show off one of his abilities.

Mrs. Wei listened to Zhang Heng's words, and said in a tactful voice, "I show my ugliness."

Then he gave a salute to Zhang Heng, then looked around, and then walked towards the edge of the post road.

When everyone saw Madam Wei walking towards the edge of the post road, a pair of eyes couldn't help but look over.

I saw Mrs. Wei's graceful and graceful body calmly approaching the edge of the post road, a dark-colored, pitted surface covered with pits, near a rock that looked very ugly.

I took a look at the distance between myself and the ugly boulder, and settled down at a distance of three feet away from the boulder. Then, suddenly, the slender right hand lifted lightly, and suddenly she saw the very elegant hairstyle that was originally fixed in her steamed bun. In an instant mess, countless long black hair fell from the top of the head instantly, covering both sides of Mrs. Wei's forehead and cheeks.

If others don't have the matching of hair accessories, they must be unkempt and unbearable at first glance.

But Madam Wei’s black hair suddenly fell down, covering half of Madam Wei’s pretty face. In this way, Madam Wei’s slap was so big that her small face was so beautiful that she was already white and flawless, all around her. Against the backdrop of her long black hair, she looks even more deceitful and wins the snow, just like a man in a fairy.

However, at this time, almost everyone among the crowd did not pay attention to Madam Wei's beauty. Instead, they put their eyes on Madam Wei's right hand.