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After the trip to the research institute outside Bamo City, Wang Zhifan seldom moved around and spent most of his time meditating and practicing in his apartment to improve his foundation.

He handed over all matters related to intelligence to the AI ​​Xiaohong, and told Xiaohong to interrupt his practice and tell him if she encountered particularly valuable information, and to make common information into a daily report so that he could read it together when he was free every day.

Such an arrangement means that Wang Zhifan is inclined to believe the information about the messenger obtained in the research institute. He has currently raised the expected enemy threat level to the highest and does not harbor any fluke mentality.

Thus, the days in the copy passed by uneventfully, and there was no sign of the messenger arriving for more than ten days.

For Wang Zhifan, there was not much change during this period except that he became the president of the fighting club.

In fact, when he first sought the position of president of the fighting club, it was just because he didn't want anyone to give him orders and he wanted to have better local living conditions.

But now, after he "barely" defeated the former president in a public match with the help of his clone, he did not slack off as he had thought before, but instead did something of great significance to the fighting association.

On this day, in the wealthy underground area of ​​​​Bamo City, in the fighting club building, in the fifth-floor conference hall.

A tall young man in formal attire walked up to the podium with steady steps. It was Wang Zhifan, or rather, the special clone he controlled.

In the audience, you can see rows and rows of members of the fighting association sitting upright, including the man who became a high-level fighter from the former president because of his failed defense.

There is no doubt that this is the first conference held by Wang Zhifan after he took over the position of president of the fighting club.

Although he was not the one presiding over the event, everyone present was not aware of this and would never know the truth.

In fact, it was this clone who actually won the challenge, so it was more in line with the regulations for the clone to preside over the meeting.

"My fellow fighters, today is my first day as the president of the Bamo City branch. However, the reason I called you all here so quickly is not to show off my victory or demonstrate my authority, but to announce something important, something that concerns all of us."

On the podium that attracted everyone's attention, Wang Zhifan controlled his clone to give a concise opening speech. He didn't say any nonsense that would make people sleepy, and soon the eyes of everyone present showed confusion and expectation.

For these fighting club members, it is hard for them to imagine what big things this powerful new president will announce, will he start larger-scale fighting training? Or will he declare war on the peace organization that has always been at odds with them?

However, Wang Zhifan then controlled his clone and said something that shocked everyone present:
"Fighters! For many years, we have adhered to a concept, a concept called bravery, and never refuse a challenge! But now, I want to say it is outdated!
I am hereby announcing as the president! From today on, all members of the fighting club have the right to reject unreasonable challenges! Each of us has the right to reasonably choose our opponents! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire fighting meeting scene was like a boiling pot, and various voices of opposition arose one after another amid the uproar.

"I protest! This is not in line with the tradition of our fighting club! The fighting club will never tolerate cowardly behavior!"

"You are afraid of the challenge from others! You are a scum who is greedy for power!"

"Bravery is the highest code of conduct in our fighting club! We will never allow anyone to tarnish it!"

……

Amidst the huge wave of opposition, Wang Zhifan stood still on the podium, his eyes as sharp as torches as he swept over the angry participants, without any expression visible.

He ignored the vast majority of people who were protesting angrily and noticed that a small number of people chose to remain silent. Not the kind of silence that was so angry that one could not speak, but a relatively calm and thoughtful silence.

"Sure enough, after I just broke the relevant world rules, some fighters' wills have changed and there is a trend of breaking away from fixed thinking. However, most people still need some more powerful news because of the inertia of thinking formed over a long period of time."

At this moment, in a luxurious apartment not far away, Wang Zhifan, who was meditating, observed the situation at the meeting through his clone and made a judgment in his mind.

The reason why he spent time on this matter was not because he was bored, but because he was conducting an experiment and wanted to free some people in this world from the invisible constraints on them.

Before convening the meeting, he drew out the Green Emperor Sword and cut off a restrictive rule regarding the fighting meeting, so as to further understand the power exerted by the envoy. Now holding a meeting is just a coincidence.

In the conference hall, after everyone protested for a while, Wang Zhifan's clone on the podium continued to announce the following matters.

"To prove that my philosophy is the future direction of the fighting club! From now on, I grant all of you the right to challenge me! The right to collectively challenge me in this conference hall at this moment!
As long as any one of you can defeat me, you can stand here in my place and declare that everything I say is nonsense!

Of course, I hope that some of you can choose to give up. Giving up does not always mean cowardice. It is a reflection of personal rationality and a power that every fighter is born with..."

Before Wang Zhifan's clone had finished speaking, more than a dozen fighters sitting in the front row of the conference hall could no longer suppress their anger. They stood up from their seats, jumped several meters high or dozens of meters away, and pounced on him on the podium.

Judging from the number of people and momentum alone, Wang Zhifan on the podium seemed outnumbered at this moment and was about to be beaten to the ground by the angry crowd.

But the reality that followed was a completely one-sided situation, one-sided on the part of the other fighters.

boom! boom! boom!
Wang Zhifan's clone was seen standing on the podium. Without any defensive posture, he delivered three quick and easy punches to the sky with one hand, causing three fighters who jumped on his head and kicked him to fly back more than 20 meters, crashing into the walls on both sides and falling into a collective coma.

dong dong!

He then kicked left and right at a speed and angle that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. The shadows of his legs, which were impossible for ordinary people to see clearly, made the two fighters who were attacking him from the ground groan in pain, and they rolled to the ground and lost consciousness.

However, his strength did not inspire fear in other challengers. Instead, it made them more motivated. More than a dozen people surrounded him at the same time in tacit understanding, determined to crush him directly with their all-round offensive.

But what greeted them was Wang Zhifan's extremely gorgeous spinning kick. With power, speed and precision unimaginable to humans, he rotated his body 360 degrees in an instant and kicked away all the opponents around him, giving each of them an equal baby-like sleep.

"Who else? Who else refuses to accept? Those who want to speak in my place as the guild president, don't back off! Have you learned how to evade?!"

After the crushing momentum, Wang Zhifan controlled his clones to continue to verbally stimulate all the participants, causing them to lose their minds and continue to charge towards and surround the podium where he was standing, and then receive a very short and severe beating.

After all, none of them could survive a single blow from his clones, and they all flew backwards and fell unconscious. After this process was repeated several times, only about one-third of the people who were not unconscious were left in the entire venue.

These people were not all just sitting there watching. Many of them had charged halfway, but because the strength displayed by the new president in front of them was beyond their imagination and shocked them so much, they stopped unconsciously and forgot that they should continue to charge forward and give themselves up.

At this point, there were no more voices of opposition in the conference hall. The clone controlled by Wang Zhifan was the same as when he first came on stage, dressed neatly in a suit, without any signs of having experienced a battle. He glanced at all the fighters who showed shocked expressions with a calm and steady manner.

What was a bit surprising was that he found that the former president who he defeated in the challenge was still sitting in his seat. He did not take advantage of the large number of people to try to take back the position of president he had just lost. Instead, he watched everything happening around him calmly.

"Why don't you take action? This is the best opportunity."

Wang Zhifan then controlled his clone to ask him questions.

The former president smiled bitterly and responded:
"I just lost, not stupid... During the challenge, I knew you weren't serious at all. Even though I tried my best, it was like I was just playing along with you...

Perhaps you are right. It is time for the fighting society to change. It is not enough for a fighter to have the courage to challenge everything. He also needs the strength to match his courage."

The man spoke in a low voice, but everyone who was still awake in the entire venue heard it to heart. At that moment, the remaining desire for challenge in everyone's heart quickly dissipated, as if a long-standing knot in their hearts had been untied.

"Yes... The former president is right. When did we fighters become reckless men who can only be led by the nose? Compared to charging without thinking, honing our own strength is more important..."

"I should change my mind... The new president has proved that he is right..."

"Yes, as long as it can improve your strength, it is wise to be patient for a while, otherwise it will kill the possibility of victory in the future..."

……

The mood of each participant changed fundamentally. Even though no one of them spoke at this time, Wang Zhifan on the podium could see a lot from their eyes.

"The seeds have sprouted, and the foundation has been laid. I believe that the Fighting Association will gradually get rid of the shadow left by that rule in the future, as long as the messenger no longer exerts similar influence... Finally, let me try to write a rule to give greater support to the humans in this world."

Wang Zhifan broke the relevant rules left by the messenger and took the trouble to hold a reform conference in the fighting association. This was not out of kindness, but for his own experiment, he wanted to write the rules himself with his own power!

This idea came from his thoughts on the messengers in the past few days. Since the messengers possessed a variety of rule-based powers, the most suitable power to deal with them should be the corresponding rule power.

If it were in the past, even if he had this idea, he would immediately ignore it. After all, thinking too much about something that is completely impossible to do is just a waste of time.

But after practicing and mastering the legendary skill of Eternal Freedom in All Time and Space, Wang Zhifan believed that this was not just a delusion, but something he really had the potential to do.

The reason is very simple. The Xuan Chapter of Eternal Freedom in All Time and Space is the top-notch method that specializes in practicing the laws. The laws of time and space are its core, but not all. Controlling the rules also falls within the scope of practice of this method.

"The messenger who enters this world will automatically abandon his own core!"

He mobilized all his strength, trying to keep this world rule.

But he soon sensed failure. The power required to compose this rule was too great for him to bear, and the way he compose it was also problematic.

"The messenger entering this world is weakened 10,000 times!"

He tried to write down another favorable rule, but failed again. He was simply not able to do it with his own strength.

"It seems that taking big steps is not good. I have to do something simple and let others share the pressure of the rules with me."

The continuous failures were actually within Wang Zhifan's expectations, and he had already thought of a backup plan.

"When the messenger enters this world, all the forces will be suppressed by half by all members of the Fighting Association!"

This rule also weakens the messenger, but Wang Zhifan is not the only one who bears the expenses. It is closely related to the fighting club he currently controls.

The reason why a fighting association was chosen as the rule body rather than the much larger human race is because writing rules is also conditional.

In the case of insufficient personal strength, Wang Zhifan can only start with those things that are closely related to him, which has the highest success rate.

Then in this world, or in this Bamo city, his connection with the Fighting Association is undoubtedly the strongest, after all, he is the local president.

But this time he failed again. The rules could not be continued halfway through construction and the supporting power was still insufficient.

"I failed again... But that's normal. Writing rules is not that simple... Let's change our thinking."

After a short rest, Wang Zhifan once again mobilized all his strength and wrote down another rule:
"When the messenger enters this world, your power will be reduced to 10% when facing me, and will be increased to 1000% when facing others!"

It can be seen that this is a somewhat unethical rule that only benefits Wang Zhifan himself, but if we consider the actual situation, it actually has some practical significance.

Because according to the known information, the only person in this world who is truly qualified to fight against the messenger is probably Wang Zhifan. Strengthening his combat power is of practical significance. Others will be killed in seconds when facing the messenger anyway, so what is the difference between enduring ten times the damage and normal damage?
"It failed as expected, but I have a vague feeling of success? It seems that this kind of balanced rule is easier to establish! Let's do it again!"

"When the messenger enters this world, his strength will be reduced by half when facing me, and doubled when facing others!
It seems... successful? But this rule is very fragile. I'm afraid the messenger will be able to destroy it or even rewrite it in an instant after noticing it... No, I have to think about it."

The sudden success made Wang Zhifan realize that the battle of rules is not a one-time thing. Beings that can write the rules can naturally fight against the rules. The more he thinks about the problems involved, the more complicated they become. (End of this chapter)