"It's just that I'm really annoyed that such a little kid comes to interrupt our practice.
Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?
Just hire any one of us.
The strength of your Wei family is really worrying, you can't even handle such a little kid."
Looking sideways at Fang Lin with disdain, another middle-aged man in a suit said with disdain.
"Everyone is very busy, and talking too much nonsense is meaningless.
Mr. Wei, do you only need to defeat eighteen of them?
If there are any additional conditions, please make them clear at once to avoid misunderstandings later.”
Not even bothering to refute them, Fang Lin calmly lit a cigarette and said exceptionally calmly.
"You are a bastard who speaks freely. Even if there are 10,000 of you, you are not worthy of being an enemy of our eighteen brothers.
Your mother is so uneducated, grandpa will teach you how to be a good person."
No matter how you listen to it, Fang Lin's words are undoubtedly provocative.
The youngest man in a white shirt among the eighteen people suddenly became furious. While his right index finger pointed at Fang Lin's forehead, his left hand clenched his fist and wanted to take action.
"Please listen to what you have to say, old man. Mr. Fang is a young and talented man, so you'd better not be careless.
To tell you the truth, Mr. Fang just came from the Colosseum and defeated eight tigers in a unique twelve seconds. His strength cannot be underestimated."
Wei Beiwang, who had already seen Fang Lin's abilities, quickly stretched out his hand to stop the man and said with a solemn expression.
"Tsk, twelve seconds, is that strange?
If you pick one of our eighteen brothers at random, if it lasts more than ten seconds, I will lose."
The man in the suit said with disdain.
"Even if you have the nerve to show off in twelve seconds, haven't you seen what real skills are?"
The man in the white shirt raised his head and said.
"Of course I believe in your abilities, but Mr. Fang's challenge just now is that he cannot kill any tigers, and they are still hungry for three days."
Wei Beiwang said almost word for word.
"This...this boy is not simple!"
"Yes! With these conditions, it is indeed powerful enough.
If it were us, it would take at least four people to complete it."
"It's awesome, but it's still nothing to be afraid of."
Wei Beiwang's words immediately made the eighteen people's faces less arrogant, and even briefly surprised.
However, he soon became arrogant again. After all, in their eyes, Fang Lin's ability was at most equivalent to the four of them.
The combined strength of the eighteen people was already four times stronger than Fang Lin's. What's more, the eighteen brothers practiced the formation hard and their strength doubled again.
In other words, after careful calculation, the overall strength is nine times higher, which is simply not worthy of being seen.
"I say this not because I don't believe in your strength, but because I ask you to do your best and not fight. This is a battle that concerns the dignity of our Wei family."
Wei Beiwang once again spoke seriously and seriously.
After experiencing the battle in the Colosseum, Wei Beiwang secretly had some respect for Fang Lin.
It's not that he still doesn't want to be enemies with the Zhu family and Nanfu, but Wei Beiwang doesn't want to hand over the command of the Wei family to Fang Lin as stated in the life and death order.
If you want to completely control the situation, you must control all power, and this battle is the key.
However, with the eighteen strongest masters of the Wei family taking action, Wei Beiwang had no pressure at all.
But seeing that Fang Lin was still calm as usual, he knew very well that a arrogant soldier would be defeated, so he reminded him many times.
"The dignity of the Wei family is in the hands of our eighteen brothers. You can put your heart back in your stomach. This little kid is not qualified to trample on it."
The man in the suit still said completely disapprovingly.
"With dignity and no dignity, how on earth are you going to compare?"
The Zhu family and the Nanfu were involved in conspiracies, and Fang Lin didn't have time to watch them show off, so he took a long puff of cigarette and said impatiently.
"How to compare?
Haha... you can compare it however you want.
The dignity of the Wei family is important, but the dignity of us warriors is more important.
Although your arrogance is annoying, we can't bully the weak, otherwise we won't be able to win.
Let's do this! We only contribute one-third of our strength.
That is to say, with six against one, as long as you can survive two minutes without being disabled, you will win.
How about it?
Boy, do you dare to challenge me?"
The man in the white shirt said with a contemptuous sneer.
"Six against one?
Didn't you say so awesomely at first that you alone are enough to deal with me?"
Fang Lin sneered in return.
"You...what?
One against six, wouldn’t you dare?
If you don’t dare, stop arguing here and get out of here.”
Fang Lin almost choked to death, but it was a fact.
The man in the white shirt suddenly looked extremely gloomy and said coldly.
"Don't be so troublesome, let's go together! It's simple and practical, so as not to cause trouble if someone doesn't admit it."
With a calm smile, Fang Lin strode directly to the center of the field and whispered softly.
"What an arrogant bastard. Don't talk nonsense to him. Just go ahead and teach him how to behave."
Although Fang Lin had been speaking in an understatement, every word pierced the hearts of these eighteen brothers like a cold light, and they all suddenly became furious.
As the man in the white shirt roared decisively, eighteen people instantly formed a circle and surrounded Fang Lin.
The seemingly simple action shocked Ouyang Lin, who was silent all the time, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
The speed of these eighteen people was so fast that even Ouyang Lin, who was a mid-level Xuan-level warrior, felt something shake before his eyes, and then they all changed positions.
This was not the first time that Ouyang Lin had seen similar actions, because in his opinion, Fang Lin did it every time.
Judging from this action alone, any one of these eighteen people could rival Fang Lin. This made Ouyang Lin sweat for him, and he was so frightened that he subconsciously wanted to step forward to help.
But Ouyang Lin finally endured it, because when his eyes moved to him, Fang Lin not only did not panic at all, but instead showed a strange smile on his face.
"Although it's a competition, not everyone can control their strength like you at any time.
Injury is inevitable, Mr. Fang, I advise you to think carefully.
Everyone has been young and frivolous, but you are still too young after all. If you are left with a lifelong disability because of the Wei family, then the old man will really feel sorry for you."
The ghostly skills of the eighteen people made Wei Beiwang very satisfied. He was already confident of winning, but now he seemed even more confident.
"There's nothing to think about. If you can hurt a hair on my head, I lose."
Fang Lin said with a completely indifferent attitude.
It's not that he likes to show off, but Fang Lin wants to completely convince Wei Beiwang.
Only in this way will the alliance be stable and more confident in the decisive battle with the Zhu family and Nanfu.
"Damn it, Mom, I think you are crazy about wanting to be a monk.
If I don’t pluck out all the hairs on your head today, then I will be your grandson.”
Where have you ever experienced such humiliation?
The man in the white shirt suddenly turned pale with anger and gritted his teeth with murderous intent.
This chapter has been completed!