Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

Zhang Chulan and Bao'er have already advanced; now let's watch Luke's match.

Although Xu Si said that Luke's match today was not worth watching, Zhang Chulan was still a little worried.

They were afraid that Brother Lu would deliberately throw the game to get revenge for being called an online clown.

Luke originally planned to compete alone, but Zhang Chulan was worried that it wouldn't be safe and told Bao'er something.

That afternoon, he excitedly told Xu Si that he wanted to sign up for the competition.

Xu Si thought for a moment and felt that there was no problem, and it could even increase Zhang Chulan's chances of winning the championship.

Most importantly, let the child do whatever they want.

Xu Si and Xu San have very different approaches to dealing with babies.

One reason is that they are afraid she will get into trouble and be exposed, so they restrict her from doing this and that, and only choose to hide and avoid her.

One approach was to encourage her to try, and regardless of whether she made a mistake or got it right, they would tell Bao'er how to handle such situations in the future.

Neither of them is right or wrong; they are simply protecting Bao'er in their own ways.

However, now that Bao'er has another "Saint Seiya," the inherently evil Sea God certainly won't allow suffering to entangle Bao'er again.

At this moment, inside the stadium.

"Hey, Mom, um, I just came out for a stroll. Nothing will happen. Everyone knows their limits. We'll compete fairly and squarely."

"Huh? A blind date? Why are you in such a hurry? I'm only a few years old. Once I win the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, all the people who have their eyes on me will be lining up to break down the threshold of our Jia family."

"What? The village chief's daughter? Mom, please don't do this, I really don't need it."

The red-haired boy was making casual phone calls, completely ignoring the other three contestants on stage.

The man with the three-section staff and the short man with the double swords exchanged a glance.

Then look at the other side, where Grandpa Lu is standing there, all smiles.

The two of them agreed to pick the softest persimmon first.

Is it unethical for the two to join forces?

If you're willing to take on this god-like figure one-on-one for me, then you're absolutely right!

"Hey, are you going to fight or not?"

The man with the three-section staff grew impatient.

The audience on stage were also speechless. What was all this about?

"Hey, there are mama's boys in the world of supernatural beings too?"

Zhang Chulan asked in confusion.

"People with supernatural abilities are still people. Why don't you ask why some of them don't even have parents?"

Fourth Brother replied.

Zhang Chulan remained silent.

He is the one who doesn't exist.

Suddenly, a throwing knife arrived with a whooshing sound. The man scrambled to deflect the knife with his three-section staff.

"Besides, Mom, what's wrong with liking pretty girls from the city?"

Jia Zhengliang walked in Luke's direction.

The nunchaku flew, constantly blocking the incoming flying knives, and the short man with twin swords did the same, his blades almost unleashing the power of the Hua Swordsman.

The throwing knives continued their fierce attack, and not only that, the number of knives increased!

Three handles?

No, it's six handles!

The short man with two swords was drenched in sweat. He turned and shifted, leaping into the air like a whirlwind steel top.

The idea is tricky, and the wind is blowing hard!

"what!"

The man with the three-section staff was caught off guard and was slashed several times by a throwing knife, which also knocked his weapon away.

"Why do you insist that I date the village chief's daughter?"

Jia Zhengliang said helplessly.

"Drink, ah!"

Another scream rang out as the short man with two knives was caught in the crossfire and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

The venue was completely silent at that moment.

"So Mom, please don't rush me."

After hanging up the phone, Jia Zhengliang walked up to Luke and retrieved the six Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives.

"My mom cares about me a lot."

Jia Zhengliang offered an explanation.

In his eyes, the other two were not even opponents, so they were not worth his attention.

"Jia Zhengliang, I've come today to seek advice on behalf of my good-for-nothing brother."

Jia Zhengliang solemnly clasped his hands in greeting.

His brother was none other than Jia Zhengyu, who was severely injured by Luke at the World Society.

How many throwing knives can you use?

Luke countered with a question.

Jia Zhengliang was taken aback.

"Twelve handles, what's wrong?"

Could it be that he was frightened by his manipulation of objects and wanted to admit defeat?

Jia Zhengliang considered himself to be of first-rate skill among the younger generation, wielding twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives, on par with Master Lingyu.

He was secretly pleased to have drawn Luke in the first round.

Meeting Luke means that in the first round, he will have to show his amazing talent and make the audience cheer for him.

Then, stepping on this "unchanging surname," he rose to become the number one of the new generation of young people and became the dark horse prince of Luo Tian Da Jiao!

Well, if you surrender willingly, then I'll be a little disappointed.

"Twelve handles, not bad. Let me take a look."

Luke offered his condescending commentary.

Hearing this tone, Jia Zhengliang felt a little annoyed.

No, jail? What makes you think you can compare yourself to me?

Without further ado, three throwing knives rushed towards Luke, as a test.

Six throwing knives protected him, circling in the air, ready to strike at any moment.

call out!call out!call out!

The zigzagging throwing knife accelerated rapidly, moving as fast as lightning, and glided past in the blink of an eye.

Hit?

Jia Zhengliang frowned; something was wrong.

This doesn't feel right!

"Like a patina, coat all the throwing knives with a special kind of Qi, making their friction infinitely close to zero?"

"A clever little trick."

Luke weighed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife in his hand.

This thing has been nurtured by Jia Zhengliang for over ten years, so it can be considered a pretty good treasure.

It can't compare to the custom-made magic weapon he crafted with divine craftsmanship, but it's slightly better than the mass-produced magic weapon of Village Chief Ma.

It's not the best, but it's better than the worst.

Jia Zhengliang's expression changed.

how come?

Why is there no reaction at all?

Once the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife fell into Luke's hands, he was unable to control it anymore.

Didn't the information online say that Luke is a naturally gifted Inhuman with fire powers?

"Come on, try taking my knife."

As he spoke, Luke flicked his finger, and the throwing knife flew straight toward Jia Zhengliang.

Jia Zhengliang was stunned.

Wait a minute, how did my Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife betray me?

The six flying knives protecting his body came into play, blocking the three incoming Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives.

But it wasn't over yet. The three flying Immortal-Slaying Knives kept rushing and bouncing, trying to break through Jia Zhengliang's defenses.

This bizarre scene drew gasps from those present.

"Wait, what's going on? Am I hitting myself? Am I having a mental breakdown?"

"Are you an idiot? Just look at Jia Zhengliang's expression, and you can tell it's not his problem."

"What could be the reason? Could it be that the throwing knife has developed a spirit and betrayed its master?"

"Who am I asking you to ask me?"

"Hey, you bastard, what are you talking about with me?"

Passerby A said angrily.

"Steaming buns, you're not using the right utensils? Come at me if you dare!"

Passerby B was arrogant.

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Chapter 49 Jia Zhengliang: My throwing knife is broken!

The audience inside was noisy and disruptive; they were clearly uncivilized people with poor manners.

After staring at it for a while, Zhang Chulan suddenly remembered something and exclaimed in realization:

"Fourth Brother, no wonder you said Luke was sure to win this match, so that's what happened!"

Xu Si pursed his lips and spat out his cigarette butt.

"Let's go, baby, let's go back for dinner."

"Have it."

Bao'er replied, standing up.

Luke told them that he wouldn't be going home for dinner tonight, as Master Lingyu was going to treat them.

Zhang Chulan lost all interest for a moment; what was the point of fighting?

The two are completely outmatched. If Jia Zhengliang wins, he'll run naked around Longhu Mountain the next day!

The weapon refiner uses the art of controlling objects.

Isn't that just a father hitting his son?

Sure enough, Luke raised his hand and gave a soft shout in the arena:

"burst!"