Chapter 79: Boost morale "You two, do you know my father?" Xiao Chenyu was surprised, but after taking another glimpse of the simpler clothes on Zhou Qing and Tang San, he sneered, "Don't think you can let me go just because you flatter me." Zhou Qing and Tang San looked at each other, both speechless: How did you know that their saying "Like father, like son" was a compliment to you? Forget it. None of this matters. The important thing is, next, Xiao Chenyu is going to be beaten. "How about we make a bet?" Xiao Chenyu returned his gaze to Xiao Wu. "Best of three games. If you, the part-time students, win, we will never trouble you again. But if you lose, you little rabbit will be my pet! Don't worry, follow me, I won't let you suffer any loss. Maybe you will be the wife of the mayor of Notting City in the future." Xiao Chenyu is the son of the Lord of Notting City, and his title of nobility in the Tiandou Empire is hereditary. Although the city lord is an official position and responsibility that cannot be inherited, with the network of relationships operated by Xiao Chenyu's father, it will not be a big problem for Xiao Chenyu to become the city lord of Notting City in the future.
"Get out! You're so ugly, yet you still covet Sister Xiao Wu's beauty? You're really a toad trying to eat swan flesh! You're dreaming! Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself!" Xiao Wu roared loudly, imitating various phrases she had heard from the adventurers of the Adventure Guild. "Humph, people from small villages are like this, vulgar! We need to teach them a lesson in the future." Xiao Chenyu sneered, and then asked Zhou Qing and Tang San, "Just say whether you agree or not. If you don't agree, don't blame us for continuing to bully you, and we will double it." "No." Zhou Qing shook his head. "The bet is unfair. People can't be used as bets." Tang San thought he would not lose, but when he heard Zhou Qing refuse, he was stunned. However, after hearing the second half of his sentence, he thought about it and felt relieved: "People really can't be used as bargaining chips." Tang San, who was born in the Tang Clan, also has a chivalrous heart. In his previous life, there were often cases of child trafficking... At the moment, he felt that the current situation was a bit similar to the situation where parents from a poor family were unable to support their children and sold them. However, he and Zhou Qing were not Xiao Wu's parents and had no right to dispose of Xiao Wu. If they really do this, they will be no different from child traffickers. Therefore, this head cannot be opened. "I don't care anyway. If you don't bet with me on this little rabbit, don't blame us for being cruel in the future." Xiao Chenyu said with a laugh. "So--" Zhou Qing grinned, revealing his white teeth. His blood circulation system was possessed by his martial spirit, and a yellow spirit ring emerged. “Hundred… Hundred-year soul ring!” Xiao Chenyu widened his eyes and took a step back in fear. As the son of the city lord, although Xiao Chenyu is a playboy, he also knows some secrets, that is, people with hundred-year spirit rings are very likely to be born in a sect or a spirit master family. The children of those powerful forces may come to small cities to gain experience and understand the difficulties of their ancestors, so as to recall the bitter past and think of the sweet past... “Boss Xiao, it’s just a hundred-year spirit ring. There’s no need to be so exaggerated, right?” A follower beside Xiao Chenyu named Liu Long was puzzled. He came from a small noble family and felt that although a hundred-year spirit ring was rare, there was no need to be so surprised. In the Notting Guild, some spirit masters also possessed a hundred-year spirit ring. "What do you know? He's still a freshman, only six years old!" Xiao Chenyu was not clear about Zhou Qing's innate full soul power. He only knew that for a six-year-old child to become a soul master, and even have a hundred-year soul ring, there was most likely some force behind him. You can't afford to offend such a person. But Zhou Qing didn't care what Xiao Chenyu and Liu Long were saying. He took a step and ran six steps. The ground shook slightly with each step. "Wait, we still..."
Looking at Zhou Qing's hair and beard flying, like a running bull, Xiao Chenyu was frightened and kept backing away, but Zhou Qing still got close to him. He stopped, bowed, and swung his arms forward like cannonballs, and the yellow soul ring also lit up. The first soul skill: Wing Chun! Soul power gathered in his fists, and as blood and qi surrounded him, a shadow of a mooing spring ox seemed to appear on Zhou Qing's body. The moment his fists were thrown, the bloody mooing spring ox also burst out, bursting out from his fists, and rushed past Xiao Chenyu. The huge airflow it carried, as well as the heat of his blood and qi, knocked him and his followers to the ground. The energy of this punch hit the woods behind them, knocking down all the trees within a ten-meter diameter! Gray smoke and fallen trees showed the power of the attack. Xiao Chenyu lay on the ground, timid and unable to speak - if this move hit him, he would definitely die! "call--" Zhou Qing put down his arms and laughed, "So, do you still want us to use Xiao Wu as gambling money?" “No…No!” Xiao Chenyu kept shaking his head, not daring to resist at all. He just wanted to leave here quickly. "Okay, then let's change the chips. If we win, we can look for the part-time students to compete with us in the future, but you can't ridicule or bully us for no reason." Zhou Qing stated the conditions. "Ok?" Xiao Chenyu was puzzled. Should the competition continue? But seeing that Zhou Qing had already retreated, he didn't dare to say anything... "Zhou Qing, why didn't you hit him just now?" Xiao Wu glared at Xiao Chenyu who was laughing awkwardly, and asked Zhou Qing, "So that you can vent my anger!" "If I really hit it, I will have to spend some time in jail, and then the Lord of Notting City will personally hang me in front of all the residents of Notting City." Zhou Qing rolled his eyes, then calmly glanced at the part-time students who showed admiration and envy towards him, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Besides, we can only help them temporarily, but not forever. Once we graduate and leave Nottingham, the part-time students younger than us will be bullied again." "What I did just now was just to intimidate and create a slightly more reasonable fighting opportunity than before. I hope that in the future, noble students, common students, and part-time students can all follow this requirement." Tang San nodded: "This is the best situation, then later, the two of us won't take action?" "I won't attack anyway, because I used both fists just now, which consumed most of my soul power." Zhou Qing shook his head, looked at Xiao Wu, Wang Sheng and others, and raised his voice to a normal volume, "You can attack, after all, you are a part-time student, and the remaining two people must also be part-time students. It's best of three games." "I come!" Wang Sheng volunteered. "Is there anyone else who wants to fight?" Zhou Qing asked the other part-time students, "One punch is enough to prevent a hundred punches. If you don't want to be bullied, you can't just enjoy the protection of the strong. You have to become strong too. Even if you are not strong, you have to have the courage to shake your fist at the strong!" Young people are always easily excited. After Zhou Qing's encouragement, and with his martial spirit still in possession, his blood circulation system made a clearly audible thumping sound as his original heart beat. This sound, like a war drum, seemed to have the passive ability to trigger resonance in the qi and blood of others, and for a moment, all the part-time students present raised their hands enthusiastically. The more timid working students among them also shouted out at this moment. "I!" "Choose me!"
"I go!" "We are fifth- and sixth-grade working students, and our soul power is only one or two levels lower than theirs. It's no big deal!" "I can go!" At this moment, all the working students wanted to go into battle. Finally, Zhou Qing gave the choice to Wang Sheng, who called out a tall and thin part-time student... (End of this chapter)