The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Linhai City, Yang's old house, 08:30 p.m.

No one expected that the life-and-death situation that was originally agreed would turn into such a boring competition in the end.

Yang Chen didn't understand what Wang Wei was doing for a while, so he could only watch quietly, but fortunately, there was no need to fight to the death.

The two people on the stage stood in two white circles, at least five meters apart.

The referee stood between the two of them, and after reading the rules, he loudly announced the start of the game.

Zhou Zihao looked at Wang Wei coldly, and spread his legs carelessly.

"Come on, let's work!"

Wang Wei nodded, and said sincerely: "Brother Zhou, I will try my best to control my strength so as not to hurt you."

Zhou Zihao snorted coldly, "You don't have to hold back, just use your strength, if I die in your hands, I'm not good at learning, and I deserve it!"

Wang Wei shook his head helplessly, stopped talking, got off his horse, and began to do exercises.

After 10 minutes of 'gasping' with his palms up and down his chest, Wang Wei still didn't have any intention of making a move.

A nameless anger began to surge back and forth in Zhou Zihao's heart.

"Hey! Are you going to fight or not?"

"No hurry, no hurry," the old god Wang Wei said slowly, "I'm not in a hurry to beat someone, why are you in a hurry to be beaten?"

"What am I-"

"Hey--"

Wang Wei suddenly let out a loud shout, and slammed his palms towards Zhou Zihao.

Zhou Zihao raised his arms subconsciously, took a steady step and made a defensive posture.

In the end, nothing happened, and Zhou Zihao didn't even feel the palm of his hand.

Oh shit!

Be deceived by this kid!

Zhou Zihao, who came back to his senses, immediately realized that this fat man doesn't know anything at all!

No matter why Wang Feng was kicked out of the ring by him before, now he can be sure that this fat man is definitely a rookie with no basic fighting skills!

When he thought that he, a fighter who practiced martial arts since childhood, was being teased like this by a rookie, Zhou Zihao couldn't restrain his anger, and wished he could trample his fat face under his feet and rub it hard!
But according to the current rules, no matter whether they win or lose, the two cannot have physical contact.

"Hey! You're done, right? I'm still standing in the circle! You lost!"

Wang Wei said in surprise: "Did I lose? No?"

"Why didn't you! You've finished your work, and I'm still standing in the circle. If you don't lose, is it because I lost?!"

Wang Wei scratched his head, and murmured: "No, it seems that we don't limit the time and frequency of performing exercises, right?"

"you!"

Zhou Zihao was furious and shouted at the referee: "Referee! Tell me, did he lose?!"

The referee was silent for a moment and shook his head: "According to the rules negotiated by the two of you, he did not lose."

"What?! According to what you said, he was pretending to perform exercises for a month, and I have to wait for him in this circle for a month?!"

The referee nodded, "According to your rules, that's the case, and you offered the additional condition that he hit you first. If you hit him first, you can fight him for a month."

"I fucking—"

Zhou Zihao was so full of anger that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and he clenched his fists in anger.

Wang Wei said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, don't worry, I made a mistake just now, I didn't adjust the angle of power generation, I just need to do it again, it won't take as long as a month."

Zhou Zihao gritted his teeth hard, and said word by word: "Okay! I will let you fight again. If you still can't do it, you will take the initiative to admit defeat!"

Wang Wei's smile became a little bit awkward, and he said slowly: "Brother, you said it yourself, I can beat you here for a month, how can I admit defeat? I have plenty of time, and one day I will beat you out of the circle of."

"you--"

Zhou Zihao was panting heavily from Wang Wei's anger, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if he might run away at any time.

"Brothers, calm down!"

Wang Wei didn't look anxious at all, but asked Zhou Zihao to calm down.

"I'm teasing you. My magical skills are world-class, and I won't fight for as long as a month. You put on a good posture, and I'll get it done!"

Why did Zhou Zihao listen to this, so awkward, what do you mean by just putting on a good pose?
Do I still have to pose when I'm beaten?
"Hey, this posture of yours is perfect, just keep still, and I will perform my exercises right away!"

After Wang Wei finished speaking, he immediately put on the posture of performing luck.

Seeing that his expression was serious, Zhou Zihao seemed to be about to perform his martial arts, so he simply kept his posture and waited for Wang Wei to perform his martial arts.

1 minute passed, Wang Wei did not move...

Three minutes passed, and Wang Wei still didn't move...

"Wang Wei! You fucking—"

"Hey-"

Wang Wei uttered a strange cry, and punched Zhou Zihao far away.

Zhou Zihao's eyes widened, he glared at Wang Wei angrily, and cursed: "How long are you going to play tricks?! Don't you think you're embarrassing martial arts practitioners?"

"If you're a man, fight me hard and fast, don't mess around like a woman!"

Faced with Zhou Zihao's scolding, Wang Wei was not angry, but just shook his head and regretfully said: "It's a pity, you moved just now, otherwise my punch would have knocked you out of the ring!"

"Wang Wei, you don't need to pretend anymore, I already know that you are not a martial arts practitioner at all, and your so-called qigong is simply putting on airs!"

"Hey, what you said is wrong. I was afraid that I would hurt you if I couldn't hold back, so I thought of such a way to protect you. It's fine if you don't appreciate it. Why are you scolding me?"

"Which one do you want to protect? Just let go and fight, and I will lose if you hide!"

"Zhou Zihao, life is at stake, this is no joke!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just come!"

Zhou Zihao's patience had been completely exhausted by Wang Wei, and he was almost roaring when he spoke.

"The reason why I chose this distance is because this distance is a safe distance for me to release my true energy. Since you are so ignorant, don't blame me for not holding back!"

"Tell me, where is the most dangerous distance for you to release your true energy?! I'll stand there and let you hit!"

"It only needs to be one meter closer, and I will punch you down, and you will fly out of the ring just like Wang Feng!"

"Okay, I'll just get one meter closer and let you hit me!"

Bang, bang!

Zhou Zihao stepped heavily on the floor of the wooden arena, and stepped more than one meter away from Wang Wei.

"Come on! I'll give you an extra half meter, let's show off!"

Wang Wei shook his head with his lips pursed, looking at Zhou Zihao's eyes as if looking at a fool.

"Hit it! Why don't you hit it? Hit me out!"

Wang Wei snapped his fingers at the referee, then pointed at Zhou Zihao's feet, and said flatly, "Take it away, the next one!"

when--

The referee rang the bell for the end of the game and announced loudly: "The game is over, Wang Wei wins!"

Zhou Zihao suddenly shouted angrily: "Nonsense! Why did he win?! You referee blowing the whistle!"

The referee gave Zhou Zihao a contemptuous look, pointed at his feet and said, "The rules are set by you two. If you step out of the white circle, you will lose. Now you are one and a half meters away from the circle. If you don't lose, who will lose?"

"I--"

Zhou Zihao's anger couldn't stop churning in his chest: "He said that he can hit me if you get closer. This is not fighting, it's fraud!"

"Then I don't care. I only recognize the rules. If you lose, you lose. If you refuse to accept it, I can make you admit defeat in another way."

As the referee said, he bent his arm, and the tendons on his upper arm jumped twice in front of Zhou Zihao's eyes.

"I, you... poof!"

Zhou Zihao's face turned red in an instant, he tilted his head up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out like a fountain spraying into the sky.

boom--

Zhou Zihao was furious, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he passed out and fell straight on the ring.

Wang Wei grinned, and murmured: "This child is so angry..."

The sudden change in the ring made everyone dumbfounded, while Yang Chen and the others on the judging table tried their best to hold back their laughter, each with extremely weird expressions.

Yang Tiande couldn't help laughing and said: "Hehe, this kid is a bit interesting! Step by step, blow up the opponent's mentality bit by bit, and then only need a simple trap, and the opponent will jump in defenselessly. It's a bit interesting..."

"Ah Chen, let me announce that Wang Wei will lose in the next round and go straight to the finals!"

Yang Tiande's words lifted Yang Chen's spirits, and he responded loudly: "Yes!"