Lu Chengwen looked at all these so-called heroes of the martial world, and in his heart, he despised them to the extreme.
When it came to martial arts, every one of them possessed unique skills and exceptional fighting prowess.
Put them in a major city, and each of them could have found wealth and glory, becoming one of those extraordinary figures who walked among ordinary people.
But no matter how high their skills were, they could not reach the heavens. Their brains truly were nowhere near as advanced as their kung fu.
Compared to Old Man Wu and Bai Menya, these pieces of trash were practically stupid pigs and dumb oxen.
If I'm not going to play with you idiots, then who am I going to play with?
Maybe I can't beat you in kung fu, but when it comes to brains?
Today, I'll let you see exactly how I, Lu Chengwen, turn you all into toys and play you in the palm of my hand.
Lu Chengwen said,
"Now then, nobody wants to kill me anymore, right?"
The entire venue fell silent.
Lu Chengwen said, "I know you lost money gambling, lost your capital, and now you can't explain yourselves when you return to your sects."
"But get this through your fucking heads. Gambling was your own idea. The betting pool was right there—did I, Lu Chengwen, force you to empty your family coffers and gamble? Didn't I keep saying that small bets were entertaining and big bets were harmful? Which one of you listened?"
"You got hotheaded yourselves. You saw a tiny bit of profit and lost all reason. You gambled until your eyes turned red, and now you want to shout about killing me? You brought this disaster on yourselves. What the fuck does it have to