#13 - Wei Changtian's bold words
Chapter 13: Wei Changtian's Bold Declaration
“A challenge…”
Wang Er's surprise at this moment surpassed even that of the two gatekeepers from earlier.
What was going on?
Could it be that the young master had developed a new masochistic hobby??
Or was it due to constantly bullying ordinary people and women, leading to a mistaken perception of his own strength???
Wang Er really wanted to advise Wei Changtian not to humiliate himself, but remembering the warning from the morning, he swallowed the words back down.
Forget it, probably no one in the Suspending Mirror Division would dare to really hurt him. At worst, he could find a couple of actors with excellent skills to go up and satisfy his young master's desire to show off.
…
The Martial Arts Hall was the only place in the Suspending Mirror Division that had anything to do with "recreation and entertainment."
The hall had a total of eighteen arenas. Anyone could go up to an arena and exchange a few moves with others, or resolve personal grudges under the guise of "sparring."
However, of course, one could not seriously injure or kill the opponent.
At this time, seventeen of the eighteen arenas were occupied with people exchanging blows, only Arena Two stood alone, with one person standing there, looking somewhat awkward.
Although no one was willing to go on stage to fight this person, there were quite a few onlookers gathered below.
“Why is Young Master Wei here?”
“Who knows, maybe he's tired of playing with women and wants to play with men.”
“Why isn't anyone going up to compete with him?”
“Compete with him? Are you courting death?”
“Can't be, I think he's just a paper tiger. Besides, even if you can't beat him, he wouldn't kill you, would he…”
“Are you stupid?”
“Huh? What do you mean, brother? Please enlighten me.”
“Someone like you wouldn't survive three chapters in a storyteller's tale. Fine, listen closely…”
Even if he had a thick skin, it wouldn't feel good to be surrounded by a group of people and treated like a monkey!
But he had already shouted several times, and no one was willing to come on stage.
What could he do?
He couldn't possibly force someone to come up with a knife, could he?
Wei Changtian was anxious on the stage, and Wang Er was even more anxious in his heart. He clutched a handful of silver, already preparing to spend money to hire a few "actors" to perform on stage.
However, just as he was looking around for suitable candidates, a commotion suddenly appeared in the crowd, followed by a man with bright eyes and sword-like brows pushing through the crowd, leaping up, and landing gracefully on the arena.
This person wore a black tiger-dragon uniform, a gold-handled dragon-patterned saber on the left side of his waist, and a piece of green jade pendant on the right, with the character “Inner” engraved on it.
He stood firm, bowed to Wei Changtian with cupped fists, and said in a humble but not servile voice.
“Fan Hong, Inner Guard of the Suspending Mirror Division, greets Young Master Wei!”
Seeing someone finally come on stage, Wei Changtian was initially happy, but when he saw the pattern embroidered on the man's tiger-dragon uniform, his face immediately fell.
Three-clawed dragon, four-striped tiger.
This Fan Hong was actually a centurion!
Of course, Wei Changtian was not afraid of his official position. Anyway, even the Second-in-Command of the Suspending Mirror Division would have to give him some face, let alone such a low-ranking sixth-grade official.
What he was worried about was Fan Hong's strength.
It was inevitable that the centurions of the Inner Guard were particularly outstanding in martial arts.
He was just a bronze player who had just entered the game, and he was matched with a platinum player right away. Who could withstand this?
He had originally wanted to proceed step by step, but since the other party had already entered the arena, he could only grit his teeth and take a beating.
Thinking of this, Wei Changtian no longer hesitated, cupped his hands and said politely.
“Lord Fan.”
“You flatter me, Young Master, just call me by my name.”
Fan Hong asked calmly: “I wonder how Young Master wants to compete? Only compare fists and feet? Or can we use internal force?”
Wei Changtian didn't think much and replied directly: “I don't care about these, you only need to use the means you would use against a mortal enemy against me.”
“Wow!”
There was an uproar under the stage in an instant, and Fan Hong was also a little surprised.
“Young Master, I'm afraid this is a bit inappropriate.”
“There's nothing inappropriate about it.”
Wei Changtian waved his hand: “Just don't injure me too badly.”
“… I understand, Young Master, rest assured.”
Fan Hong took a deep look at Wei Changtian, didn't say anything more, took off the dragon-patterned saber and put it aside, then crossed his palms up and down to show his starting stance.
“Sixth Grade, Fan Hong, please.”
“…”
Wei Changtian took a deep breath, and his expression instantly became serious.
He had not learned any moves, so he had to raise his fists in front of his chest, one in front and one behind, posing in the most instinctive fighting stance of human beings.
“Seventh Grade, Wei Changtian.”
Sunlight passed through the window, stretching their shadows very long.
Seeing that they were really going to fight, the people below the stage were a little surprised.
“Centurion Fan is not afraid of power, he is truly a role model for us!”
“Young Master Wei's words just now made people look at him with new eyes.”
“I'm sure there will be no suspense in this battle.”
“What kind of routine is Young Master Wei's starting stance? I've never seen it before?”
“Go to the countryside and see how the villagers fight…”
“…”
The crowd was talking, and Fan Hong on the stage finally moved after waiting for a while.
He took a step forward, his right palm heading straight for Wei Changtian's face, while his left foot was slightly charged, waiting for the palm to be blocked before launching a second attack by bumping or sweeping.
In fact, this was a very ordinary probing routine. Leaving aside the gap in internal force, anyone who had practiced martial arts for a year or two should be able to deal with it easily.
However, even though Fan Hong had already shown so much mercy, he still overestimated Wei Changtian's combat power.
Awkward posture, slightly flustered eyes, messy steps…
Seeing that a palm mixed with majestic internal force was already close at hand, Wei Changtian realized that he was going to dodge, and his movements were still very slow.
If this situation continued to develop, Fan Hong would not need any follow-up moves. He could directly knock Wei Changtian to the ground with this one palm alone.
Everyone present was a martial artist, so they could naturally see this result.
Except for Wang Er, who was already preparing to rush to the stage, most of the others had a gloating expression on their faces, preparing to sit and watch Wei Changtian's joke.
But at this critical moment, the situation on the field suddenly reversed.
The palm that should have hit Wei Changtian's face suddenly shifted half an inch to the side at an imperceptible angle, just brushing past Wei Changtian's ear.
At the same time, Fan Hong's charged left foot also gave up the attack, but instead took a small step forward, actually sending his chest directly to Wei Changtian's fist that had not moved at all.
“Bang!”
After a muffled sound that wasn't too loud, the two passed by each other.
Wei Changtian was still standing there dumbfounded, but Fan Hong was already kneeling on one knee with a "painful" expression on his face.
“Cough! Responding to all changes with constancy… Young Master is skilled!”
“I lost!”
???
Won?
No, what did I do to win?
Wei Changtian looked back in disbelief at Fan Hong, who was acting poorly, and instantly understood.
Good fellow, so you were just pretending to be humble and not servile before?!
And you even said responding to all changes with constancy??
It must have been hard for you to flatter me!
“Boo!”
There was a burst of booing under the stage, but Fan Hong turned a deaf ear to it. He was just about to come over and say a few more words when he suddenly heard Wei Changtian spit out a cold word.
“Get lost!”
Fan Hong panicked instantly: “Young Master Wei, I…”
“I said, get lost!”
“…”
Fan Hong's Adam's apple wriggled, but in the end, he didn't dare to say anything more. He walked off the arena dejectedly and ran out of 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 can Centurion Fan rise so quickly? This is the gap between us!”
“…”
Fan Hong had already run away in disgrace amidst the roar of laughter, but the crowd did not disperse, and they were all waiting to see how Wei Changtian would end the situation.
In their opinion, this devilish king was likely to lose interest and turn around and leave.
However, the development of the matter once again exceeded everyone's expectations.
Wei Changtian, who was still standing in the arena, was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly, word by word:
“From today onwards, I will set up ten challenges every day in Arena Two!”
“No matter who it is, what realm, or what identity, they can come on stage to accept the challenge!”
“Anyone who defeats me will receive fifty taels of silver! As if they have made a contribution!”
“I will never retaliate! I will never lie!”
“Wang Er!”
“Young… Young Master, I'm here…”
“Go find a wooden sign and put my words here!”
“The day I win enough one hundred matches, the day this statement will be withdrawn!”
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