The village beauty and me!

Chen Huan was initially a little embarrassed.

But after being scolded harshly, I immediately felt no shame.

He raised an eyebrow and replied directly, "Although I'm not a toad, I'm actually quite interested in you today."

"In short, what my brother just said represents my meaning."

"Either accept it, or there's no point in discussing it."

Chen Huan spoke these words with conviction, conveying an air of unquestionable certainty.

He originally thought the woman opposite him would be so angry that she would grit her teeth and refuse to agree to such an absurd condition no matter what.

Unexpectedly, the woman replied without hesitation, "Fine, if you want to take advantage of me, I can give you a chance."

"But if you lose, you leave the stuff behind, no take-backs, unless you think you're not a real man!"

The two of them, one after the other, settled the matter directly.

The two presidents stood aside, their expressions somewhat unnatural, but they made no attempt to stop it from beginning to end.

Tian Boguang also said very considerately, "Mengyao, I'm sorry to have troubled you this time."

"The association will compensate you later."

The fat man grinned, "So your name is Mengyao? That's a cool name. My brother Huan is so lucky."

The woman glared at him fiercely but ignored him.

Then he stared intently at Chen Huan, "Didn't you say this killing blade could respond to your words?"

"You have two minutes to prove it."

"If you can't do it, you have to accept the consequences!"

Chen Huan nodded. "Then you should look carefully."

All eyes were drawn to his hand, fixed on the crimson-bladed killing dagger.

Chen Huan kept nagging, "If you still want to follow me in the future, try to respond when I call you later."

"Otherwise, I'll have to reluctantly part with it."

Most of the people from the Shennong Association wore expressions of disdain.

Mengyao muttered, "This guy is skilled, but unfortunately, he's mentally ill."

"He actually thought about talking to a knife..."

Chen Huan ignored him and repeated it twice more.

Seeing that time was almost up, he casually flicked the killing knife.

It pierced the surface of a solid wood table not far away with extreme precision.

This killing knife doesn't look like a sharp weapon, but with a light and skillful flick, most of the blade embedded itself in the table.

And it made almost no crisp sound.

It's just like cutting tofu.

Having witnessed the power of the sword, the two guild leaders exchanged another glance, their expressions a mixture of solemnity and delight.

I'm naturally happy that we're about to get such a good product back.

They didn't believe Chen Huan could keep his word.

However, Chen Huan then shouted, "Give me a response if you want to continue following me."

At this moment, the two presidents, as well as Mengyao and the others, were indeed a little nervous.

But the next second, the knife remained firmly planted on the table, unmoved.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and smiles appeared on their faces.

Mengyao went even further and mocked, "Pretentious! If this thing could actually move, that would be a miracle..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the killing knife that had been stuck in the table sway slightly.

"It moved! It moved!" The fat man, who had been watching closely, immediately shouted.

"Was it just my imagination?" Mengyao rubbed her eyes hard, feeling that what she had just seen was somewhat unreal.

Until that killing knife began to sway more and more noticeably.

Eventually, he simply jumped up from the table.

Although it was only slightly off the desktop, it was enough for everyone to see it clearly.

With a snap, the knife landed horizontally on the table, still trembling violently.

Chen Huan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "Alright, everyone has seen your response."

Strangely, the knife stopped moving as soon as he finished speaking.

It seemed as if it could truly understand Chen Huan's commands and respond accordingly.

For a moment, the entire hall was quiet and completely silent.

You could hear a pin drop clearly.

A few seconds later, the fat man clapped his hands first, "How about that? We won!"

"The knife is ours, this old... I'm talking about Mengyao, it belongs to my brother Huan."

"A bet is a bet. You, the Medicine King Association, with your centuries-old tradition, surely wouldn't go back on your word?"

Tian Boguang and the middle-aged man next to him both had extremely ugly expressions.

Mengyao's face turned deathly pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

He just muttered woodenly, "This is impossible, this is too weird."

"How can a knife move by itself?"

"Could it be that the rumors were true, and that someone can really train their swordsmanship to the point where the sword and the sword become one?"

The young man who had been standing next to Mengyao had the worst expression.

He was staring at Chen Huan with a fierce look, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

She looked at him as if he were a rival in love.

Clearly, his relationship with Mengyao was not ordinary.

Just as the president was about to express his opinion, he stepped forward and declared, "I disagree!"

"There's definitely something fishy going on here. Maybe this kid cheated."

"Unless you make him stand even further away and do it again!"

He deliberately moved closer to the table to observe carefully.

They wanted to see if there was an invisible, transparent thread connecting the knife and Chen Huan.

But when he reached out and waved his hand twice, he didn't find what he expected.

"That's right, there's definitely something fishy going on."

"It doesn't count because we're so close," the members of the Medicine King Society shouted from the surrounding area.

Clearly, no one could accept that Mengyao was going to lose to an outsider.

Chen Huan frowned slightly, "It's not impossible to do it again from a distance."

"But who do you think you are, that your words carry more weight than the president's?"

"You think I'll just let you try again? Am I your father?"

A few words were enough to make the young man's face turn black with anger.

It looked like he was about to start making a scene again.

Chen Huan then said directly, "How about this, if you feel that my victory was too easy and the prize was too generous, making you unhappy, then I'll give you another chance."

Mengyao immediately looked at him, "What opportunity?"

The young man also tried to suppress his fierce expression and asked in a gentler tone, "Yes, what opportunity? Tell me."

Chen Huan pointed to the killing knife on the table, "You keep saying that this is all yours, but I just don't believe you!"

"How about this, I'll give you two minutes. If anyone can pick this knife up from the table and hold it for three seconds, I'll concede the bet."

"You can have the knife and the woman; I'll just wave my sleeves and leave without a trace."

The fat man next to him kept giving a thumbs up, "Brother Huan, what great writing!"

Mengyao asked excitedly, "Really? You have to keep your word."

Chen Huan nodded, "A real man never goes back on his word."

Mengyao smiled and said, "Now you seem like a real man."

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

"If we lose again this time, from now on, I will willingly follow you, serving you hand and foot!"

The fat man added cheekily, "And making the bed and folding the blankets..."