Chapter 149 The Strongest vs. the Fattest Martial Artist

Su Yue waved her hand, and the disciples of the forging department shouted together: "Rose must win! ~~~"

Su Yue cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, "President, keep it up! We have faith in you!"

"Senior Brother, keep it up!" Yin Fu excitedly waved her small fists.

Mo Tong flexed his muscles fiercely. Yesterday, Wang Feng still wanted him as an outsider, but he firmly refused with righteous indignation. A true man faces challenges head-on: "Wang Feng, fight well; don't embarrass us!"

This was the joint cheerleading squad of the forging and rune departments. The momentum was quite good, but the disciples from other combat departments like the Martial Dao Courtyard looked embarrassed. Sigh, these non-combat types were just causing trouble. If they lost, it would be humiliating.

No, this wasn't about winning or losing, but how they would lose. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

The crowd on the judgment side burst into laughter, seeing how clearly divided the Rose members were. What could they say?

The forgers, sigh, ignorance is bliss.

Ning Zhiyuan's expression was grave. Although it was just a private match, both Holy Sanctuaries were highly attentive. The Autonomous Council had just taken over, and if the president made a fool of himself right away, he might be forced out amidst public outcry. Even Karida couldn't protect him then.

Of course, if Wang Feng won, the Rose's reputation would soar, and everyone would benefit. Ning Zhiyuan wasn't like Luo Lan, purely self-interested. If Wang Feng truly had the ability, Ning Zhiyuan didn't mind being a deputy.

Rachel smiled. She hadn't immediately agreed to Fantasi because of this. Whether public or not depended on whether Wang Feng could stabilize his position. Did they really think the Autonomous Council presidency was easy?

This was a life-or-death situation. There were certainly reporters from the Aurora Gazette in the crowd. Today's match would be heavily emphasized, not just for the excitement but also due to the push behind the merger of the two Holy Sanctuaries.

Hei Wu Kai was currently acting as the head of the Martial Dao Courtyard. He had no interest, but since Lucky Heaven spoke, he had to accept it. He had even less interest in watching amateurs fight, purely joining for the spectacle.

Famier actually got along well with Wang Feng. Though he liked exaggeration and was a bit unreliable, he wasn't bad-hearted. But the president's position wasn't suitable for him. Even giving it to one of the Eight Greats would be better. While this wasn't the true strength of the Rose, at least it could salvage their decline.

Wang Feng also brought Winnie up from the Soul Beast Academy. Regardless of Winnie's willingness, putting their own people in place made the presidency more comfortable.

The Saint Judgment team had already arrived and waited in the field.

Mu Mu, Shamo Dou, Andy, Feng Wuyu, Cai Yunhe, and Mapeier standing behind them as a substitute.

Seeing that substitute, Old Wang finally understood why she sounded familiar. Wasn't she the girl he encountered when he went to brew magic potions at the Judgment? He seemed to have played a bit of bondage with her back then. In the dim potion room, she probably didn't remember his face, right?

Pfft, even if she did, he wasn't afraid. After all, Old Wang was now a notable figure in Aurora City.

So Wang Feng provocatively winked at Mapeier. Mapeier shyly lowered her head, but in that moment, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

For the first time, orders came down: go undercover, abandon all actions.

Who would have thought that because of such an idiot, the entire organization in Aurora City would fall apart? Most importantly, even someone as important as Long Lan was discovered. This was a higher-level Mi than her.

Old Wang was satisfied. This girl was still timid, but the others were quite spirited. Especially Andy, who looked handsome and well-mannered, with a special look in his eyes when he saw him.

Without a doubt, Old An had arranged everything. Andy would definitely lose to him, just figuring out how to arrange it without anyone noticing.

Old Wang was about to greet the other side properly, but Captain Mu Mu's face was already impatient. They had agreed on ten o'clock sharp, yet this bunch of idiots dared to make him wait for ten whole minutes.

Mu Mu was one of the vice-presidents of Judgment. He seized this opportunity, what could be better than crushing the Rose to boost his popularity?

And it would also help in future selections for the Hero Tournament.

Mu Mu waved his hand, interrupting Old Wang's prepared pleasantries, and said coldly, "Since you're here, let's skip the nonsense and start! Five-on-five, individual matches or group fights, or how to line up, you decide. We'll do whatever you want!"

This was blatant disrespect. In a real match, the order of play was crucial, involving tactical arrangements.

Although they knew they couldn't win, the Rose disciples felt humiliated by this lack of courtesy. But taking advantage of the situation was better.

Wang Feng smiled, a bit smug, "Since it's a fair match, why would we take your advantage? Let's follow the rules. You're the challengers, so send out your first player, and we'll alternate. No excuses for losing."

Everyone was stunned, and the Judgment side burst into laughter, whistling continuously.

"President Wang Feng, impressive!"

"Bro, you're awesome. When we merge with the Rose, we'll make you the toilet supervisor!"

Ning Zhiyuan and the others exchanged glances. Not taking an advantage?

Although it was humiliating, the result was more important.

Mu Mu chuckled, typical of someone with no sense of self-awareness, and waved his hand, "All Holy Sanctuary disciples, same old rules. Falling off the stage, surrendering, or losing combat ability counts as a loss."

Wang Feng waved his hand generously, "Of course, but if we surrender, no further fighting. Intentional injury isn't good."

Everyone burst into laughter again. Ning Zhiyuan and the others gritted their teeth. How could such cowardly words be spoken so straightforwardly?

Seeing Wang Feng about to speak again, Mu Mu, knowing this person's verbal skills, didn't bother with Old Wang: "Shamo Dou, you're up first. Show them some colors!"

Old Wang waved his hand decisively: "Old Wang's team vanguard—Fantasi!"

Actually, if it weren't for worrying about upsetting Karida, he enjoyed such matches. They weren't bloody, just lively. Bring some snacks and beer, with natural special effects, it was much better than watching boxing.

Ashi Ba stood out gloomily. He understood Old Wang's 'Tian Ji racing' strategy, but why couldn't he be given a less fierce opponent? Shamo Dou had been at the Rose for a few months and dominated everyone.

The others automatically stepped back, leaving only Shamo Dou and Fantasi on the stage.

Shamo Dou looked very young, only fifteen or sixteen, with an immature face, not tall but well-proportioned, with long limbs and a handsome, boyish appearance. He bowed politely: "Please guide me."

Fantasi hurriedly returned the bow. Actually, he hated the martial artists' starting bow. They were about to fight to the death, so why bother with these formalities? And wasn't bending over tiring?

The Judgment side laughed at Fantasi's protruding buttocks: "Strongest martial artist versus fattest martial artist, both five characters."

"I bet this fatty can last five seconds!"

"You underestimate him. With that body, he can last at least ten seconds."

"Pah!" Mo Tong couldn't stand it anymore: "A bunch of lowlife dogs, dare to bet with me?"

How could he not stand up for this fatty, who he had personally trained? Besides, they had all shared drinks together. The fatty looked up to him and didn't care about their age difference, calling Mo Tong "Senior Brother" every time. Mo Tong liked that kind of respect. Although Wang Feng was a loser, the fatty was truly a good friend, so of course, he had to support him!

The people from Judgment laughed, "Isn't this one of the Eight? How do you want to bet?"

Clang!

"One thousand lios!" A bulging money bag was thrown to the ground by Mo Tong. "I bet he can last five minutes! Do you have the guts to bet? If you do, put your money where your mouth is!"

The Judgment side burst into laughter after a brief moment of shock. They thought this fatty might be some hidden expert given his aggressive demeanor, but it turned out to be nothing like that.

The Judgment disciples wanted to bet with him, but unfortunately, who would carry so many lios just to watch a spectacle?

Just as they were worrying about it, Saint Judgment's captain, Mu Mu, sneered and gave a nod to the marksman Cai Yunhe. Understanding, Cai Yunhe reluctantly threw out an H8 rifle.

"We in Judgment never back down," Mu Mu said calmly. He was determined to take down Wang Feng, but he also disliked the Eight. Besides, he had already done his research on the Old Wang team. Saint Judgment made it into the Hero Tournament year after year not by being arrogant but by being thorough: "If we're going to play, let's play big. This H8 is worth thirty thousand lios; I'll count it as twenty thousand. Do you have the money? Need some time to gather more?"

Mo Tong wouldn't back down. He borrowed some money from Yin Fu behind him and threw another bag down, confidently declaring, "Who's afraid of who? Today, I'll win until you're broke! Ah-ssi-ba, come on, half of the winnings are yours if you win!"

Fantasy couldn't hear any of this. This was his first official match, after all. Outside, the crowd roared, and it seemed like ever since he could remember, he had been a little fatty on the fringes. He loved being part of the background, never expecting to bear such a heavy responsibility one day.

His heart pounded wildly. Fantasy had insomnia last night. He wasn't afraid of losing; he was afraid of the match itself.

To those around him, Fantasy appeared stiff, his pupils dilated, and his legs trembling slightly. This was ridiculous...

On the other hand, Shamo Dou looked relaxed. This was a small matter for him. Honestly, he did remember this Fantasy character because finding a martial artist as fat as him was rare. It was partly due to this expansion that Shamo Dou decided to leave Rose.

A powerful martial artist isn't necessarily a good headmaster. He was somewhat disappointed in Karida.

At the referee's signal, the match began!

Shamo Dou smiled faintly, not taking it seriously. He stood with his hands behind his back, and when the "start" signal sounded, he suddenly transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging forward.

Fantasy's pupils contracted sharply. The opponent's speed was too fast, so fast that he couldn't even see clearly. What could he do?

Defend or dodge, or what?

Boom...