Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

Hearing Lü Ci's question, Wang Ai paused for a second before slowly saying, "So what if I'm confident? So what if I'm not? If that brat dares to hurt my great-grandson... I definitely won't let him off the hook."

Wang Ai said that the martial arts world is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions. What good is being good at fighting? In this world, you need strength and connections. A heart full of passion can lead to a miserable death on the streets.

Even if Wang Bing's strength is lacking, he is still the apple of the eye of the Wang family. Even if that all-knowing brat is clueless about human relationships, he still has to consider whether he can afford to offend the Wang family.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly ordinary appearance of the Wang family; they actually have a deep-rooted background. Even Feng Zhenghao, the current president of the Tianxia Society, would have to kneel before the Wang family and wouldn't dare to utter a single word if he learned about what happened back then.

This is the foundation! This is the background!

In another corner of the stands, Feng Zhenghao, also one of the Ten Elders, looked at the competition field with a serious expression, while Feng Shayan and Feng Xingtong, who had been bandaged up, also appeared in the stands beside him.

"Are you really alright?" Feng Shayan asked Feng Xingtong.

"What could possibly happen to me? Look, sis, I'm full of energy again after just one night." Feng Xingtong said that even if he came in a wheelchair today, he would still watch Zhou Fengliu fan the king and force him to fight.

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"The martial world isn't just about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions?" At that moment, Zhou Fengliu, who had just entered the arena, raised an eyebrow slightly after hearing the words of a man in a black suit.

"Did Grandpa Wang ask you to deliver this message to me?"

"right..."

Didn't you bring anything else?

"No."

“Okay.” Zhou Fengliu nodded, realizing that the old man Wang Ai was using the Wang family’s power to put pressure on him.

And all this talk of social niceties... refusing to accept coins means they have to donate? Fine, the ugly face of capitalists, spoiled brats...

Zhou Fengru entered the room.

Wang Bing also made an appearance opposite him.

He noticed Wang Bing, and Wang Bing also saw him. Wang Bing extended that international friendly gesture once again, but this time, he didn't indulge Wang Bing's bad habit.

He took a few steps forward and appeared in front of Wang Bing as if by teleportation. Then, with a slight effort of his left hand, he easily broke off Wang Bing's outstretched finger. Immediately afterward, he delivered a powerful slap with his right hand.

In just a few seconds, before Wang Bing could even feel the pain of his severed finger, he was sent flying by this powerful blow, completely disoriented.

"It's here! The ultimate battle against the God of War!!"

"I wonder how many blows Wang Bing can withstand?"

"Never mind, let's hope he can hold out a few more times, as long as it's satisfying!"

...

Seeing his great-grandson get slapped in the groin, the usually "amiable" Wang Ai lost face.

This week's womanizer... he really doesn't know what's good for him!

He had already sent someone to instruct Zhou Fengliu to be more sensible...

Looking at it now... Zhou Fengliu didn't listen to a word he said this week.

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"You...you're dead!"

Wang Bing, who had a finger snapped off in the stands, roared and then used the Spirit Binding Technique to summon two spirits out of thin air. He then crunched them into his mouth one after another, feeling the increase in his internal power and the reduction in his physical pain. He felt that he was back to normal.

"Try hitting me again!"

"Oh." Zhou Fengliu nodded upon hearing this, then slapped Wang Bing hard across the face with his backhand. This time the force was even greater, sending Wang Bing flying.

"How could someone make such a shameless request?"

After finishing his cigarette, Zhou Fengliu stretched his wrists and looked at Wang Bing in the distance, sighing.

Wang Bing, who had just been beaten twice, was experiencing tinnitus. The dizzying sensation made him stagger and stumble a few steps before getting up from the ground. He shook his head, feeling as if the world was spinning.

He was somewhat stunned by Zhou Fengliu's slap, and his mind even began to race through a series of memories:

From childhood to adulthood, Wang Bing was different from everyone else.

He can get the games that other children want with just a glance.

If someone bullies him, even if he kills the other person, his great-grandfather will always be there to protect him.

Whatever he does, he is not bound by worldly rules, and that is what sets him apart from others by his background.

He, Wang Bing, was born to stand atop a high mountain, and everything must go according to his will. This world exists to welcome the arrival of him, Wang Bing.

He is the protagonist of this world, he is the only one!

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Lost in the whirlwind of the interior scenes, Wang Bing considered himself the protagonist of the world. At this moment, as he looked at Zhou Fengliu in the distance, he felt the plot gradually deviating from his fantasy.

why?

Why is it so difficult for me, the only protagonist in the world, to obtain the Heavenly Talisman?

What I want... shouldn't it be easy for him? Shouldn't someone beg him to give it to me on their knees?!

wrong...

Something must be wrong!

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"I should be the protagonist in this game! You! All of you! You should all kneel down and make way for me!"

Wang Bing is going a little crazy.

He looked around and shouted that he should be the victor in this world.

"Holy crap, did this King Bing... get his brains spun by the God of War?"

"What the hell are you yelling for?"

"He's gone mad! The God of War has added another achievement to his list of victories, driving one of them insane with just two battles."

"My assessment is that he's not as good as Jia Zhengliang. Take him away, next one! Please welcome the next contestant to be slapped!"

Just as the crowd in the stands was discussing this, in the arena below the stands, Wang Bing, with red eyes and muttering "Get out of my way," charged towards Zhou Fengliu and launched an attack.

Seeing this, Zhou Fengliu stopped trying to get close to Wang Bing. Seizing the opportunity, he delivered another powerful blow, forcing Wang Bing to face reality.

This sudden attack shattered one of Wang Bing's teeth, sending him tumbling through the air before crashing to the ground. Blood mixed with saliva dripped from the corner of Wang Bing's mouth. As he looked at the azure sky, he felt as if the world that had welcomed his birth was turning upside down.

Zhou Fengliu slowly walked over, looking at Wang Bing, who was half-dead on the ground. The protagonist's words that Wang Bing had just spoken came to mind again. He calmly began to speak:

"You unlucky kid, you must think you're so awesome, right? The protagonist of the world... Are you still fantasizing about some brainless plot where you can just wave your hand and the world will stop turning because of you?"

"wake up."

"Reality is cruel... Unfortunately, I am reality."

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P.S.: I'm begging for anything as usual. By the way, here's the rule for extra chapters. There aren't many rules, it's very simple: if the cumulative amount of donations exceeds 100 per day, I'll add an extra chapter...

With so many of us following the story, even a small free gift from each of us can bring the author a penny of income. Little by little, it shouldn't be too difficult to accumulate.

Dear godfathers, I want to challenge the limit of adding more chapters~

Chapter 80 Wang Ai, who tricked his great-grandson! (First Update)

"This...this is what Brother Liu meant by being kind and gentle?"

In the stands, Zhang Chulan saw Zhou Fengliu break Wang Bing's finger as soon as he came up, and he said that this was not what Zhou Fengliu had agreed on.

"That Wang Bing... his skills are really average. I don't know how he got lucky and made it to the top." Xu Si said that the result of the competition was within his expectations.

"Xiao Zhou's matches are just not very interesting..."

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On the opposite side of the stands, Lu Jin was also a little tired.

"Aren't any of these younger guys even capable of beating that kid up for me?"

Listening to Lu Jin's words, the old master remained silent. He looked at Zhou Fengliu on the competition field below and felt that this kind of unequal competition would not force Zhou Fengliu to show his true strength.

It seems...

We need to get Lao Lu involved.

The old master's eyes fell on Lu Jin, who was standing to the side.

"Old Lu... if all else fails, then you can do it yourself."

"Huh?" Hearing the old master's words, Lu Jin raised an eyebrow slightly: "I wanted to beat him up before, but you stopped me, saying that I can't bully the younger generation. Why have you changed your mind now?"

“The past is the past... and now is now. Do you really want to see that kid just keep slapping his way to the finals?” the old master said.

Lu Jin: "..."

Watching Zhou Fengliu on the field, Lu Jin fell into deep thought.

This elderly comrade, well past his nineties, bullying that young man in his twenties... isn't that a bit unethical?

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