Fighting the Mama's Boy, Jia Zhengliang

Whether others are strong or not has absolutely nothing to do with him, because no matter how strong others are, they are not as strong as him.

Besides, even if he loses this Grand Rite of Luo Tian, it's no big deal. He came here just to have fun anyway.

All Wu Tong ever wanted was to have fun.

Not long after, Wu Tong saw his name on the notice board.

The third row of the fourth column, on the right side.

A line of large characters was prominently displayed above.

Wu Tong vs. Jia Zhengliang.

The infamous Jia Zhengliang supposedly earned 500 yuan a night? The second known virgin besides Zhang Chulan at the Grand Rite of Luo Tian?

Unexpectedly, his opponent was this honest kid? That's interesting.

But this guy has a good personality, quite, emmm... simple and honest.

Let's see if we can pull this guy over there and use him as a tool this time.

Looking at Jia Zhengliang's name, Wu Tong raised his hand to stroke his chin, chuckled softly, and then turned to leave.

Wu Tong's match is the last one in the afternoon, so there's no need to rush to the venue.

Having already copied the Martial Soul, Wu Tong had no particular thoughts about this kind of children's fight.

Of course, this excludes when your own group members are stomping noobs.

However, since there were no other matches besides his own today, Wu Tong had no interest in watching them.

After all, he would rather rest than watch others fight.

At this moment, he was not only constantly drowsy, but also extremely mentally exhausted.

It's important to know that crafting Soul Tool is very energy-consuming, let alone crafting three in a row.

So, after Wu Tong set off for the grove, a portal opened, and he was back in his bedroom.

After returning to the bedroom, Wu Tong went to the bedside, and without even taking off her clothes, collapsed onto it.

It was afternoon.

As the sun approaches its setting, it is dusk.

"In the next match, Wu Tong will face Jia Zhengliang."

Both sides arrived, and the match began.

As the loud voice of the middle-aged Daoist priest on the referee's stand rang out.

Wu Tong, who had already woken up, also entered the arena at a leisurely pace.

As soon as they entered the venue, a huge chorus of cheers and shouts of encouragement erupted from the audience.

However, Wu Tong ignored the commotion in the audience and instead looked with great interest at the bronze-skinned, Red-Haired Youth standing opposite him.

Meanwhile, Jia Zhengliang, the red-haired boy in Wu Tong's eyes, was having a long phone conversation with his mother.

He appeared calm and composed, as if the start of the competition hadn't affected him at all.

"Hey Mom, yeah, I'm on the field right now."

"Oh, it's okay, Mom, don't worry about me."

"Don't worry, this isn't a place for random fights. Everyone knows their limits."

"I told you, I really didn't come here because I didn't want to date the village chief's daughter."

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

When Jia Zhengliang made the call, Wu Tong didn't make a move. Instead, she calmly waited for him to finish the call.

Although Wu Tong didn't care, the audience outside the venue was not happy.

"What's going on? Are we even going to fight? What kind of competition is this mama's boy participating in?"

"Huh? What's up with this Little Redhead? Why is he making a phone call during the competition?"

"I heard he was like that in the last knockout round too. What do you guys think?"

"I'll sit here and watch, but this kid is really looking down on people. I hope Wu Tong can teach him a lesson."

"Exactly, making a phone call during a match, isn't that just too pretentious? I can't stand anyone being more pretentious than me."

"That's a bit much, but the more he does this now, the more he'll scream when he gets beaten later."

"Hehe, now that you mention it, I'm actually looking forward to seeing what kind of miserable state this kid will be in later."

"The betting market is open! The betting market is open! The dark horse Jia Zhengliang is 100 to 1, and Wu Tong is 10 to 1."

"I'm betting everything on Wu Tong. I'm going all in. This time, I'll either make a fortune or go bankrupt."

"And me too."

"Me too."

As the audience outside the venue grew increasingly agitated, Jia Zhengliang began to feel somewhat embarrassed.

So he quickly said into the phone, "Okay, Mom, I'm in the middle of the competition right now. I'll call you back after I'm done. I'll hang up now."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Wu Tong watched as Jia Zhengliang hung up the phone and said with a smile, "What, not going to continue?"

"Thank you so much. I didn't expect you to not interrupt my phone call with my mom." Jia Zhengliang nodded, looking grateful. "You're such a kind person."

Forehead...

Did I get friend-zoned?

And it's a guy's friend card?

How can we tolerate this?

I can't stand even a little bit of this!!!

After hearing Jia Zhengliang's words, Wu Tong's face darkened, and he said with a forced smile:

"It's okay, can we begin now?"

Kid, I'll teach you a lesson and show you what you should and shouldn't say.

Wu Tong was thinking to himself, but his face remained calm.

Seeing Wu Tong's expression, Jia Zhengliang felt a little embarrassed.

"Let's begin then, brother. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you later."

After saying that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out three iron throwing knives.

This kid... is he looking down on me?

Seeing that Jia Zhengliang had only taken out three throwing knives, Wu Tong frowned and said, "Just go ahead and do whatever you want. Take out as many as you have, otherwise you won't have another chance later."

"Um... okay."

Seeing Wu Tong frown, Jia Zhengliang paused for a moment, then reached out and took out six throwing knives again.

"Watch out, big brother."

After saying that, Jia Zhengliang threw the throwing knife in his hand at Wu Tong.

Swoosh—

The moment the nine throwing knives were thrown, they were immediately enveloped by Jia Zhengliang's Qi, and with a whooshing sound, they sped off towards Wu Tong.

Wu Tong narrowed his eyes as he watched the nine flying knives hurtling towards him, but didn't take them seriously.

A flash of blue light appeared in Wu Tong's hand, and a Tang Blade instantly materialized in his grasp.

Wu Tong weighed the Tang Blade in his hand, but did not make a move. Instead, he waited for the flying knife to gradually approach.

Swish swish——

As the throwing knife drew near, Wu Tong suddenly swung the knife in his hand.

Chop, slice, slash, stab, cut, slap...

The natural, fundamental Blade Art instantly drew a flash of light in the air.

P. S.: Guys, I'm going to the hospital after work tomorrow. I've been having a headache lately, so I'll get it checked out...

I'm taking a day off, mwah (˙▽˙).