I’m Really a Villain

He let out a long breath.

The rosiness on her face just faded away a little bit.

The flame receded, and Xu Zimo's eyes were as bright as a torch.

"This Zhu Rong technique is really overbearing," Xu Zimo said to himself.

As soon as he exhaled, a stream of white air flowed out from his mouth along the eight extraordinary meridians.

Looking up again, the outside sky has brightened.

Xu Zimo got up and got out of bed, opened the door, and the flame tree was still burning.

And in the yard, there was someone sitting there at some point.

The young man is sitting in the pavilion, holding black chess in his right hand and white chess in his left, playing chess with himself.

"Good morning, brother," the young man said with a smile.

"Morning," Xu Zimo yawned and replied calmly.

"Brother, next game?" The young man stretched out his hand and asked.

Xu Zimo smiled and sat down beside him.

"Chess is like life, brother comes first," the young man replied.

"The white chess is like a dragon. The dragon walks in the sky, and the snake lies on the ground," Xu Zimo said.

"The black chess circles around, and the snake swallows the dragon," the young man made another move.

"The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant, and even an elephant doesn't know itself, how much less a dragon?"

"Snakes have cultivated for tens of thousands of years to transform pythons and dragons. Why not?"

The speed of the two talking became faster and faster, and the black and white chess in their hands also became faster and faster.

Soon, the entire chessboard was filled with chess pieces.

Xu Zimo held the chess again and landed in the middle of the main palace.

"Dragons and snakes can travel to the nine heavens, but I am the sky, and dragons and snakes are nothing but objects in the palm."

As the chess pieces fell, the killing atmosphere on the entire chessboard suddenly changed.

The white chess surrounded the black chess, like a dragon swallowing a snake.

"You lost," Xu Zimo said calmly.

"Thank you, brother, for your enlightenment," the young man stood up, cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"You came here just to play chess with me?" Xu Zimo asked.

"It was originally a challenge, but I have lost a game of chess, so I have no words to challenge again," the young man laughed.

"So farewell."

The young man left, and the figure walked halfway.

He stopped suddenly and said, "By the way, by the way, your friend has already been challenged.

You can go and have a look. "

"Xie Changliu?" Xu Zimo asked.

"I don't know the name," the young man shrugged and said, "It's on the academy's battlefield."

Seeing the back of the young man leaving, Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

No matter where he goes, there are always some people who want to challenge his bottom line with ignorance.

He left the courtyard and walked towards the battlefield while inquiring all the way.

The battlefield of the Seven God Academy is not difficult to find. After walking for more than ten minutes, Xu Zimo saw a very luxurious hall in front of him.

On the top of the main hall, a plaque hangs high.

It is engraved with two characters of "fighting will".

You can feel the soaring fighting spirit bursting out from it.

On the gate, there are two handles with lion heads.

The faint roar of a lion came from it.

Before entering the battlefield, Xu Zimo had already heard the shouts from inside.

He grabbed the handles of the two lion heads with both hands and yanked hard. The originally closed door was pulled down and thrown aside.

Xu Zimo looked up, and there was an aisle in front of him.

On both sides are rows of weapon racks, on which are placed all kinds of knives, guns and sticks.

He walked straight across the aisle, his vision widening ahead.

The place of competition in this battlefield is really like its name, a real battlefield.

It's a vast expanse, with no end in sight.

There is only endless yellow sand, and numerous bones buried below.

Perhaps this place used to be a real battlefield, but now it was rebuilt by the Seven God Academy.

……………

"Fight, good fight."

"Sangui, don't lose to others, we can't afford to lose face."

Not far away, there was a very noisy voice.

Yelling and booing.

Xu Zimo followed the sound and walked over. From a distance, he saw hundreds of students in white robes gathered together.

He walked in quickly and squeezed a hole directly from the crowd.

In the circle surrounded by these students, two people were fighting.

One is an obese young man who holds a meteor hammer and is extremely powerful.

And the other person is Xie Changliu.

Xie Changliu was obviously exhausted, and was injured in several places all over his body, but his gaze was like a sword, and the sword intent around him became more and more fierce as he fought.

Xu Zimo looked at the side again, and several students were seriously injured and fell in a pool of blood.

Xu Zimo knew very well that these people were probably fighting Xie Changliu with a wheel.

If this continues, Xie Changliu will not be able to last a few rounds sooner or later, and will not be able to hold on.

After all, all the people present are the proud sons of the Seven Gods Academy.

Although Xie Changliu was not weak, he hadn't become a great emperor after all, and an existence like Hong Yu's before was no longer something he could contend with.

In the arena, the young man named Sangui's meteor hammer danced vigorously.

Although Xie Changliu was outnumbered in strength and retreated while fighting, his gaze was like a sword, and he watched the young man's movements closely.

"What? Are you only a coward?" Sangui laughed.

"In my opinion, it's better to admit defeat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Changliu fixed his eyes and shouted violently, "Medium."

The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, entangled with the meteor hammer, and pierced fiercely into the young man's abdomen.

"You...," the young man looked at Xie Changliu in disbelief.

"You're too careless, you're still distracted talking to me while fighting," Xie Changliu said flatly.

"I don't accept it, let's fight again," Sangui couldn't accept it, and shouted.

"If it wasn't a competition just now, I'm afraid you would already be a corpse," Xie Changliu said calmly as he stood up with his sword in his hand.

"You...," Sangui wanted to say something, but was stopped by the voice next to him.

"Let's back down, I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat," only to see a young man come out.

The young man was wearing a simple blue robe, with the imprint of the sun on his forehead.

His eyes carried an aura of calm and prestige.

It can be seen that he has a lot of prestige among this group of people, so the young man named Sangui retreated obediently after saying a word.

"The name of the sword god is indeed well-deserved, and my incompetent juniors are indeed no match for you," the young man said with a smile.

"When the sky is blue, can I ask for advice."

When the young man said this, there was no movement around.

Perhaps these students also realized that it is not honorable to win this kind of wheel battle.

But they can't afford to lose.

Xie Changliu's hand holding the sword was a little tighter, he knew his own situation.

No longer able to fight, the battle must be lost.

But the pride of the swordsman, the way of the sword does not allow him to retreat.

"Fight," Xie Changliu snorted softly.

The tone is strict, with a sonorous and powerful echo.

"Long stay, take a rest," Xu Zimo's laughter came from the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see Xu Zimo walking out slowly with a smile on his face.

"If you want to ask for advice, how about I practice with you?"