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"I'm a blacksmith."

Huaiyan answered honestly.

Scott looked as if he had swallowed a fly, but he forced himself to remain calm and started yelling again in a fierce tone.

"If you're a blacksmith, go back to your blacksmithing and stop loitering around causing trouble."

"I knew you were old, otherwise I would have beaten you up already!"

He brandished his fist in a show of bravado, then immediately searched for his next target in the crowd, trying to get back at them.

"That's all nonsense."

Scott pointed to Jingyuan, whose hair was messy, who had two tufts of hair on his head, and who was watching the show with a lazy expression.

"Yes, you're the one with that puffy face. If you're going to back down, admit it. If you're going to fight, stand firm. Come out here!"

"Pfft! Kidney spit!"

Feixiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Jing Yuan's face darkened. He could have just taken the idea of ​​it being a false alarm as a joke, but the addition of a kidney aphrodisiac was something even he couldn't tolerate!

Jing Yuan parted the crowd and walked out slowly, his languid air vanished, and the calm and dignified demeanor of General Luo Fu subtly emanated from him.

The main purpose is to prove to those around me that I am vigorous and energetic, and not weak or impotent.

"Hey!"

Sensing the overwhelming aura emanating from him, Scott's alarm bells rang, and he immediately raised his hand to stop it:

"Wait, stop! I've never respected pretentious people in my life. You're lucky, go back!"

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow, readily retreated, and wore a playful smile on his face.

Scott's forehead was sweating, and his eyes darted around frantically again.

Why is it that none of these Luofu people are pushovers?

If a man can't beat someone, he can always find a woman to help him!

Scott's eyes darted around, and his gaze landed on the white-haired fox woman with a flamboyant smile.

"That white-haired fox girl, smiling so arrogantly? Come out!"

"Hey kid, you have good taste, you really know how to pick people."

Fei Xiao, who was called out, was delighted. He cracked his wrists, making a crisp snapping sound, and then boldly stepped forward from the crowd.

The smooth, well-defined muscle lines of his body as he stretches his limbs indicate that he is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Scott's eyes twitched violently.

Why is he so fierce when choosing a woman?

He quickly corrected himself: "I wasn't calling you, big sister, I was calling that...that..."

His gaze swept rapidly through the crowd, like a drowning person searching for driftwood, finally settling on a little girl with dark blue hair who was watching the show with her arms crossed.

"You, it's you! You little brat with your arms crossed watching the show, I've put up with you for too long, come out here!"

"I?"

Yun Li couldn't help but point a finger at herself, her expression somewhat bewildered.

"Yes, it's you."

"You want to fight me one-on-one?"

"That's right! It's you, you dawdling, get over here right now!"

Scott, as if grasping at a lifeline, rekindled his arrogance towards the seemingly weak and harmless little girl.

"Do you think I'm afraid of a little brat like you?"

"Little brat..."

Yun Li's face darkened.

Without saying a word, she stepped forward and swung her cute little pink fist.

Scott was well-prepared this time; he even secretly added a shield to his mech. Although the shield's strength was limited due to its remote application, it was certain that it wouldn't cause any damage...

"puff!"

The thin shield was instantly pierced by the little pink fist, and the familiar excruciating pain swept through his body again. Scott curled up like a shrimp in agony for the second time, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.

"Young lady, what are you doing here?"

Scott clutched his stomach, wincing in pain, his voice trembling.

"I studied blacksmithing."

Scott nearly choked, barely managing to suppress the urge to vomit blood, waving his hands as if shooing away flies:

"Then you should hurry up and learn, instead of causing trouble here."

He felt like he was about to break down.

These people from Luofu are all so outrageous.

He clutched his aching stomach and turned to make a hasty retreat.

"Hey! None of you are normal. It's your own fault for being so weak. Today's duel is canceled."

"Wait, you can't leave yet."

A voice tinged with mockery rang out.

"Oh dear, which hero is going to preside over the ceremony this time...?"

Before Scott could finish his sarcastic remarks while clutching his stomach, he immediately saw the familiar gray-haired and pink-haired man, and his arrogant expression instantly turned fawning.

"Oh my, isn't this Mr. Qiong and Miss March 7th? What brings you here?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to duel?"

Qiong smiled.

"Uh, no, no, it's all a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding!"

Scott's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't get me wrong, I think dueling is a good thing."

Qiong glanced at the company employees and mechs following behind Scott.

"Fifteen days from now, you will have a showdown with Ah Qi using the company's mechs. Any means are acceptable. If you win, I will have the company promote you and guarantee that we will never pursue any of your past or present offenses against us."

Promotion!?

These two words exploded in Scott's mind like heavenly music!

He glanced sharply at the pair of delicate-looking but weak glass metal pieces in March 7's hand, then at the imposing mecha behind him, his heart racing.

Is this really true?

"As evidenced by its preservation."

This is the most valuable oath in the company.

"What if I lose? I won't get expelled, will I?"

"Your opponent is Ah Qi, so the stakes are naturally set by her."

Qiong naturally passed the ball to the female protagonist.

Scott looked nervously at March 7.

"If you lose, you will have to squeal like a pig ten times right here in front of everyone, and you will also have to apologize to the young proprietress of the Nightless Marquis."

On the seventh day of the third month, hands on hips.

Scott's eyes widened.

Is there such a good thing?

Is it worth gambling with a few shouts of "pig's feet" and an apology for a coveted promotion opportunity?

This is practically a sure-fire way to make money!

Winning means promotion and wealth, losing... it's just losing a little face, what does face matter!

"I'll bet! I'll bet!"

Because every second was disrespectful to his elderly father whom he had reported and to his female colleague who had a crush on him but whom he had ignored.

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Volume 1: Chapter 692 Only Cultivation, No Playing: Even a Clever Person Turns Dumb After Three Months

Qiong's original intention in making a bet with Scott was simply to add some pressure to March 7's sword practice, and incidentally get a free sparring partner and a tool for periodic assessments.

We lost?

That's fine, it's just a small matter of letting the company know.

Since it's a bet to increase pressure, Qiong naturally wouldn't let San Yueqi cheat during the competition.

As long as she practices controlling the scissors with her qi and masters the six-phase ice version of the Demon Sword Thousand Blades, dealing with Scott's few mass-produced mechs will be a piece of cake.

"Fifteen days later, at the summit of Luofu Mountain, two swords will come from the west, like celestial beings descending from the heavens."

As Qiong made this bet, more and more people gathered to watch the spectacle, completely surrounding the area around the Nightless Marquis's residence.

People from the Immortal Boat.

Watching the excitement is an innate instinct ingrained in our bones.

"Haha, it seems they get along quite well."

Looking at the much more harmonious atmosphere between Qiong and Yunli compared to before, Huaiyan stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Let's just hope they don't cause any major trouble."

Jing Yuan wore a helpless smile.

Qiong Zhen is always causing trouble wherever she goes.

The employee of that company was also an extraordinary person.

"Interesting. The interesting people in Luofu are truly eye-opening, having challenged three Emperor Bow Heavenly Generals in succession."

Feixiao crossed his arms and looked with great interest at Scott, who was bowing and scraping before Qiong.

Jingyuan: "...?"

Don't mention it, those are company people, what does it have to do with Luofu?

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, Qiong quickly shooed Scott away like she was shooing away flies.

"I know you all came here to pay respects to the Marquis of Nevernight with tea. If you don't mind, please come inside."

The owner of Mengming Tea Shop was grateful and invited the nameless customers who had helped him out of the predicament.

"No, no, no."

At this moment, March 7th, his fighting spirit was burning brightly, and his little head was shaking like a rattle drum.

"Right now, all I want to do is go back and practice my swordsmanship."

"Masters, we can talk about the tea ceremony another day. I need to seize the time to practice my swordsmanship diligently and I'm determined to dismantle this monstrous structure in the company."

"This young lady is going to become a swordsmanship master!"

Her drastic change in attitude clearly demonstrates the remarkable effectiveness of the pressure exerted by Qiong.

Morning: Morning exercise ends.

On March 7th, with overwhelming momentum, it waved its little fist at the sky and declared:

"I will work hard! I will become a great swordsman! To promote good and eliminate evil, sweeping away all injustice in the world!"