I'm Actually The Big Villain In The Book

Chapter 13 Wei Changtian's bold words

"Fight..."

Wang Er's astonishment at this moment was even worse than those of the two door attendants just now.

What's happening here?

Does the young master have a new hobby of being abused? ?

Or is it because of long-term bullying of ordinary people and women that they have a wrong understanding of their own strength? ? ?

Wang Er really wanted to persuade Wei Changtian not to humiliate himself, but when he thought of the warning in the morning, he held back his words.

Forget it, no one in Xuanjing Division really dares to do anything, at worst, he will find two guys with superb acting skills to go up there to satisfy his young master's desire for performance.

...

Yanwu hall is the only place in Xuanjing Division that has something to do with "pastime and entertainment".

There are a total of 18 competitions in the hall, and everyone can participate in the competition to compete with others, or resolve personal grievances in the name of "comparison".

But of course you can't seriously injure or kill the opponent.

At this time, seventeen out of the eighteen rounds had people fighting back and forth, but there was only one person standing on the first and second stages, lonely and awkward.

Although no one was willing to fight this person on stage, there were quite a few melon-eaters around the audience.

"Why is Mr. Wei here?"

"Who knows, maybe girls have had enough fun and want to play with men."

"Why didn't anyone go up and compete with him?"

"Competing with him? Do you want to die?"

"No way, I think he's just an empty frame, and even if he can't beat him, he won't kill him..."

"I said are you stupid?"

"Huh? Brother, what do you mean? Please give me some pointers."

"A person like you will not survive three times in the mouth of a storyteller, that's all, just listen carefully..."

"Ah! So that's the case..."

Hearing the whispers in the audience, Wei Changtian's expression on the stage became more and more unnatural.

No matter how thick-skinned he is, it doesn't feel good to be surrounded by a group of people and look like a monkey!

But he has already shouted several times, but no one wants to go on stage.

What can I do?

You can't use a knife to force people to come up.

Wei Changtian was in a hurry on stage, and Wang Er in the audience was even more anxious, clutching a handful of broken money, and was ready to spend money to hire a few "actors" to perform on stage.

However, when he was looking for a suitable candidate, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and then a man with star eyebrows and sword eyes pushed aside the crowd, jumped and landed on the ring.

This person was dressed in a black dragon uniform, with a gold-handled dragon-pattern knife on the left side of his waist, and a sapphire pendant on the right side, with the word "Nei" engraved on it.

He stood still and bowed to Wei Changtian in a cupped fist, with a neither humble nor overbearing voice.

"Fan Hong, the inner guard of the Xuanjing Division, met Mr. Wei!"

Seeing that someone finally came to the stage, Wei Changtian was overjoyed at first, but when he saw clearly the pattern embroidered on the man's tiger dragon uniform, he suddenly turned bitter.

Three-clawed dragon, four-striped tiger.

This Fan Hong is actually a hundred households!

Of course, Wei Changtian was not afraid of his official position, anyway, even the second-in-command of Xuanjing Division like "Tongzhi" would give himself some face, let alone such a sixth rank official.

What he was worried about was this Fan Hong's strength.

It is inevitable that the hundreds of households in the internal guards are particularly superior in force.

I am a bronze player just getting started, and I am matched with Baijin as soon as I come up. Who can stand up to this?

Originally, I thought about going step by step, but now that everyone is in the ring, I can only bite the bullet and get beaten.

Thinking of this, Wei Changtian didn't hesitate anymore, and bowed his cupped hands to be polite.

"Master Fan."

"Don't dare to be, the young master can just call me by my real name."

Fan Hong asked calmly: "I don't know how you want to compare? Just fists and feet? Or can you borrow Internal Energy?"

Wei Changtian didn't think too much, and replied directly: "I don't care about that, you just need to treat me as you would a deadly enemy."

"Wow!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and Fan Hong was also a little surprised.

"Young master, I'm afraid this is a bit inappropriate."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Wei Changtian waved his hand: "Just don't let me get hurt too badly."

"...I understand, don't worry, my lord."

Fan Hong took a deep look at Wei Changtian, didn't say anything more, untied the Dragon Pattern Saber and put it aside, then staggered his palms up and down to show the raising gesture.

"Sixth rank, Fan Hong, please."

"..."

Wei Changtian took a deep breath, and his expression instantly became serious.

He hadn't learned any moves, so he could only raise his fists in front of his chest, assuming the most instinctive fighting posture of human beings.

"Seventh Grade, Wei Changtian."

Sunlight passed through the window, stretching the shadows of the two people very long.

Seeing that they were really going to fight, everyone in the audience was a little surprised.

"Fan Baihu is not afraid of power, he is really a role model for my generation!"

"What Mr. Wei said just now is a bit impressive."

"I don't think there is any suspense in this battle."

"How did Mr. Wei do it? Why have you never seen it before?"

"You'll know when you go to the countryside and watch the villagers fight..."

"..."

Everyone was discussing, and Fan Hong on the stage finally moved after waiting for a while.

He took a step forward, his right palm went straight to Wei Changtian's face, at the same time his left foot was slightly charged, and he only waited for the palm to be blocked before launching a second attack by bumping or sweeping.

In fact, this is a very common tentative routine. Regardless of the internal energy gap, anyone who has practiced martial arts for a year or two should be able to handle it easily.

It's just that even though Fan Hong had kept his hands back like this, he still overestimated Wei Changtian's combat effectiveness.

Awkward posture, flustered eyes, messy steps...

Seeing that a palm mixed with majestic Internal Energy was approaching, Wei Changtian reacted and prepared to dodge, and the movement was still very slow.

If this posture continues, Fan Hong doesn't need any second moves, and Wei Changtian can be knocked to the ground with just one palm.

All the people present were warriors, so they could naturally see this result.

Except for Wang Er who was about to rush to the stage, most of the others were gloating, ready to sit and wait to see Wei Changtian's jokes.

But at this critical moment, the situation on the field reversed instantly.

I saw that the palm that was supposed to hit Wei Changtian's face was suddenly shifted half an inch to one side at an undetectable angle, passing the hand close to Wei Changtian's ear.

And at the same time, Fan Hong's left foot, which was gathering momentum, gave up attacking at the same time, but took a slight step forward, and actually sent his chest directly to Wei Changtian's fist that hadn't moved at all.

"boom!"

After a muffled sound that wasn't too loud, the two passed by each other.

Wei Changtian was still standing there in a daze, but Fan Hong knelt down on one knee with a face full of "pain".

"Cough! Respond to all changes with the same...Young Master, what a way!"

"I lost!"

? ? ?

Won?

No, what did I do to win?

Wei Changtian turned his head in disbelief and glanced at Fan Hong, whose acting skills were clumsy, and instantly understood.

Good guy, you were pretending to be neither humble nor overbearing before? !

How can you stay the same and respond to all changes? ?

It's hard work for you to flatter me!

"Hoo!"

There was a lot of booing in the audience, but Fan Hong ignored it, and just wanted to come over to say a few more words, but suddenly Wei Changtian uttered a word coldly.

"roll!"

Fan Hong panicked instantly: "Young Master Wei, I..."

"I said, get out!"

"..."

Fan Hong's Adam's apple twitched, but he still didn't dare to speak again. He walked down the ring dejectedly and escaped from the martial arts hall in the blink of an eye, obviously afraid of being ridiculed by his colleagues.

"Hahahaha! I laughed!"

"Extremely shameful!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, why is Fan Baihu so successful? This is the gap between us!"

"..."

Amidst the roar of laughter, Fan Hong had already run away in despair, but the crowd of onlookers did not disperse, they were all waiting to see how Wei Changtian would end up.

From their point of view, there is a high probability that this demon king will lose interest and turn around and leave.

However, the development of things was once again beyond everyone's expectations.

Wei Changtian, who was still standing on the ring, was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head, and shouted out word by word:

"From today onwards, I will play ten games in Jiaer II every day!"

"No matter who you are, what Realm you are, and what identity you are in, you can take the stage!"

"Whoever defeats me will get fifty taels of silver! It's like making a meritorious service!"

"I will never retaliate! I will never lie!"

"Wang Er!"

"My lord, my lord, I'm..."

"Go find a wooden sign and put what I just said here!"

"When will I win a hundred games, and when will I stop saying this!"

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