#16 - Record-breaking performance

Five days later.

Suspended Mirror Manor, Martial Arts Hall.

Early in the morning, a hundred or so strong men craned their necks, waiting at the entrance, their eyes fixed on the road, not daring to breathe loudly.

This posture was quite like a group of old men and women guarding the supermarket entrance, preparing to snatch discounted eggs.

Several sparrows perched on the branches, watching this scene, just wanting to preen their feathers, but were startled and flown away by the sudden, boiling shouts.

"He's here, he's here! Young Master Wei is here again today!"

"He's finally here! I was scared to death!"

"Ahhh! Lord Wei! I must fight you today!"

"Look at me! Look at me!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Go grab a lot!"

"May God bless me! I must win a lot today!"

"..."

The excited crowd swarmed forward, surrounding Wei Changtian and Wang Er, which, if placed in his previous life, would be a typical star-chasing scene.

"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze!"

Wang Er stood helplessly in front of Wei Changtian, taking out a wooden tube from his cloth bag that resembled the fortune sticks from a temple, and the bamboo sticks were instantly snatched away.

Cries of sorrow and laughter rang out at the same time, a mixture of joy and sorrow.

"Hahahaha! Red stick! God has opened his eyes! It's finally my turn!"

"Damn! Didn't win again!"

"This brother, how about I offer fifty taels to buy the stick in your hand?"

"Not selling! I only need one more merit to be promoted, you can find someone else."

"..."

The person who drew the red stick was overjoyed, and those who didn't win could only accept reality after beating their chests and stamping their feet for a while, and took out silver from their pockets, squeezing to another person's side.

"Brother Liu! How are the odds set?"

"Everyone! Today, we are still betting on whether Young Master Wei can win one match out of ten!"

The person surrounded had a token in the shape of an autumn cicada hanging on his waist, representing that he was working in the Sticky Rod Office.

He held up a wooden sign and shouted as hard as he could:

"Betting 'can' win is one to ten! Betting 'cannot' win is twelve to one!"

"The former has no limit! The latter is limited to two hundred taels! First come, first served..."

"Whoa!"

Before he could finish shouting, the crowd immediately swarmed forward, vying to hand over the silver in their hands.

"Cannot, five taels!"

"Cannot, three taels and two qian!"

"Cannot, ten taels!"

"Cannot..."

A uniform sound of "cannot" rang out, and in the blink of an eye, two hundred taels were gathered.

Although there were also a few people who tried to make a big profit with a small investment by betting on "can", the total was only two taels and eight qian.

It's no wonder everyone was so pessimistic about Wei Changtian.

After all, the "fifty consecutive losses" record he had created in the past five days was really a bit "dazzling".

It is not yet known whether there will be anyone after him, but he has indeed achieved something unprecedented.

There's no reason not to take advantage of this kind of easy money, right?

Faced with all of this, Wei Changtian, the "ATM", didn't have much reaction.

Or rather, he was already used to it.

He just glanced at it and walked straight to Arena A2, and Wang Er, who was following him, also took out ten fifty-tael silver notes from his arms, ready to "give money" at any time.

However, neither of them noticed that just as they had walked away a little, a heroic woman suddenly approached the person who opened the gambling table.

Standard black clothes, a red rope tied between her long hair, and a slender and tight figure.

Although her eyebrows were beautiful, one look told you that she was definitely not the vase type like Lu Jingyao, who was unable to truss a chicken.

"This, how much is this?"

"Thirty taels."

"..."

"Bang!"

A cloud of dust rose from the bluestone surface, and Wei Changtian fell to the ground again, looking as embarrassed as he could be.

The opponent did not continue to make a move, cupped his fist and said "Excuse me" before jumping off the stage, and then happily took the silver note from Wang Er's hand.

Watching this person leave, Wang Er picked up a small knife and carved another mark on the wooden sign next to the arena.

There were already eleven "正" characters and three strokes after the word "defeat".

But after the word "win", it was still empty.

Fifty-eight consecutive defeats, every time Wei Changtian competes, he will break the record he set himself.

...I wonder when Young Master will be able to win a match.

Wang Er felt a little helpless, but in fact, he was also a little surprised.

He was Wei Changtian's servant, and also a death soldier cultivated by the Wei family since childhood.

Not only was his cultivation not low, but his rich experience in life-and-death battles also allowed him to see at a glance how skilled a person was.

Don't look at Wei Changtian's moves are still immature now, but compared with five days ago, earth-shaking changes have already taken place.

From reaction speed to the rationality of moves, to the use of internal force... Although these changes are obvious, they are not achieved overnight, but progress a little every day, constantly.

This was originally normal, but the problem is... the rate of progress is too great.

Even the most talented martial arts talent Wang Er had ever seen was probably not even half as good as Wei Changtian.

Could it be that his young master is a genius who is seen once in a century?

After all, the master and madam are both top-notch experts in the world, so it is reasonable for their son to be gifted.

It's just a pity that he started a little late...

While Wang Er was thinking wildly, he went on stage and helped Wei Changtian up from the ground.

"Young Master, there are two more matches, do you want to take a break before fighting?"

"Yeah."

Wei Changtian gasped for a few breaths, took two pills, one red and one white, from Wang Er's hand, and chewed them twice like eating sugar pills before swallowing them directly.

The red one is the knot-sustaining pill that restores internal force, and the white one is the return-turning pill that restores energy.

Just these two pills can be sold for fifty or sixty taels on the market, and Wei Changtian has to eat seven or eight pills every day.

I have to say, having money is willful.

The medicinal effect spread, and a warm current spread throughout his body.

Closing his eyes and adjusting his breath for a moment, Wei Changtian stood up again: "Call the next person."

"Yes, Young Master."

Wang Er nodded and shouted to a man who was already eager to try below the stage: "It's your turn!"

"Swish!"

The man immediately turned over and stepped onto the stage, cupping his fist at Wei Changtian: "Young Master Wei, I'm sorry!"

"..."

Apologize in advance?

Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, thinking that this group of people is getting more and more excessive now.

However, he didn't say much, just took a deep breath and reported his name in a serious manner.

"Seventh rank, Wei Changtian."

"Hualing Guard, eighth rank, Song Linming!"

The man seemed a little impatient, and as soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and punched straight at Wei Changtian's chest.

This punch was very fast, and he should have practiced some kind of boxing technique.

However, Wei Changtian was no longer at the level of five days ago, he took a half step back to let the fist pass, and at the same time punched along the opponent's arm, directly aiming at the opponent's throat.

"Pa!"

The inside of his elbow was pressed by a palm, the force of the fist was released, and he only grazed Song Linming's collar.

Immediately, the two separated.

First move, six to four, Wei Changtian slightly gained the upper hand.

"Eh? Young Master Wei seems to have a chance of winning this match!"

Someone exclaimed softly under the stage, but someone next to him quickly retorted: "Brother Song is only suffering from the disadvantage in cultivation."

"If this is the first match, Young Master Wei does have a chance of winning."

"But now it's already the eighth match, even if he has taken the knot-sustaining pill, his internal force can only be restored to two or three percent at most, and it will be exhausted soon."

"At that time, it is inevitable that Young Master Wei will be defeated."

"That makes sense..."

The person who spoke earlier nodded, looking quite approving.

In fact, Wei Changtian himself was very clear about this situation.

If he wants to win, he must find an opportunity to win with one blow before his internal force is exhausted.

His feet kept moving, and the scenes he had experienced over and over again in Mengdao appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, Song Linming's movements happened to match one of the pictures.

!!!

Wei Changtian's heart suddenly burst into ecstasy.

It's this move!