I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Miss A-Lian, the maid, suddenly looked at the ordinary boy in front of her with surprise.

Until this moment, she finally had a little interest in Zhang Heng, the young man in front of her.

But she still doesn't believe that the other party can really predict in advance, and the time is so precise to predict the victory or defeat of the two sides, and it also includes the precise time when they decide the victory or defeat.

At this time, two more people boarded the battlefield.

This time, it was two men.

One was a young man with a blue face. The young man was dressed in black and held a stick-shaped soldier in his hand.

The other is a middle-aged man who is very well maintained. The middle-aged man has a jasper hairpin in his head, and there is no wrinkle on his face. A royal blue gown is obviously valuable. The middle-aged man ate a folding fan in his right hand.

This folding fan seems to be made of metal, with landscapes and landscapes etched on it, making it lifelike. Even if you don't consider the value of this folding fan as a soldier, the landscape map of this mountain alone must be of great value in the eyes of experts.

Miss Alian, the maid, saw the two on stage, immediately looked at Zhang Heng, and asked unbelief, "This time, which one of them loses and who wins?"

Zhang Heng listened, and he couldn't help but grinned and replied: "Aren't you talking about judging the winner or loser of the duel, relying on experience, vision, etc.?"

"Now there is no duel between the two of them, and my experience and vision are still useless. For the time being, I really can't judge the outcome of the two."

"If someone can guess the result now, there are only two situations. One is that someone is manipulating the duel, and the other is that it's just a **** of a life."

The maid, A-Lian, couldn't help but flushed. Now that she wants to be guessed about winning or losing, it is indeed difficult for a strong man. What's more, she said the method to guess winning or losing.

Thinking of this, A-Lian, the maid, knew she was wrong, so she had to watch it quietly.

Until the two on the battle platform had been fighting for half an hour, the maid A-Lian saw that at this time, the young man on the battle platform had been persecuted by the middle-aged man and was obviously about to lose. He opened his mouth and said: "This time, you don't need to guess, I also know that it must be the boy who lost?"

Miss Alian, the maid, just finished speaking, she heard Zhang Heng's voice faintly sounded: "That's not necessarily."

The maid Ah Lian suddenly dissatisfied when she heard that, suddenly her eyes rolled, she had an idea, and immediately said: "Listen to what you mean, do you think it was the boy who won?"

Then without waiting for Zhang Heng to speak, the maid A-Lian said again: "Since you are so sure that the boy will win, why not let us bet on a game. I have ten bottles of Yiqi Pills here. You guessed it, they belong to You. You guessed it wrong, just lose me and bottle Yiqi Dan."

Zhang Heng listened to the maid Alian's words, but did not agree. Instead, he shook his head with a slight smile, and said, "How can ten bottles be enough? If you want to bet, just bet bigger."

Then Zhang Heng turned to Senior Brother Liang and said, "Senior Brother Liang, how many Qi Pills you have now, lend me all of them, and we will win evenly if we win."

Brother Liang didn't refuse after hearing this, and he smiled and said, "I have fifty bottles of Yiqi Pill here. You can use it."

"If we win, we will divide evenly. If we lose, I don't want you to pay."

After discussing with Senior Brother Liang, Zhang Heng immediately turned around again to look at Ms. Qing Alian: "Fifty bottles of Yiqi Pill, do you want to bet?"

"If you want to bet, you'd better make a decision quickly."

The gambling was first proposed by A-Lian. Now that the other party has increased the bet, she is naturally hard to back down, so she immediately said without hesitation: "Of course you must bet!"

Then I remembered what I said, and immediately looked at Zhang Heng with some doubts and asked: "What do you mean by what you just said? Why, if I want to bet, I have to make a decision quickly?"

Hearing what the maid Alian said, Zhang Heng suddenly smiled and said, "I let you make a decision faster because the outcome is about to be announced... um, no... it's already announced now."

Before Zhang Heng's words fell, he saw the young man who was already in danger and was passively beaten. Seeing the middle-aged man attacking with a folding fan, suddenly his vitality burst out, and this surging vitality instantly surpassed the opponent. The sum of vitality in the year.

Immediately after the young man struck out with a stick, the middle-aged man had no time to deal with the sudden change of the opponent’s speed. The right arm was too late to withdraw, and his right arm was directly crushed by the long stick in the young man’s hand. The middle-aged man could no longer hold the folding fan in his hand, so he ran out and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man was shocked and was about to retreat in a hurry, but he had just raised his right foot, "A crack is rushing towards his face, and the long stick in the young man's hand has already fallen on his chest with the sound of the wind."

The middle-aged man was hit in the chest, and his whole body suddenly shook. He spouted a mouthful of blood. The whole person was shot out in an instant, lying on his back, struggling with his hands several times, trying to stand up, but he couldn't do it anymore. To.

At this point, the teenager completely defeated the middle-aged.

Seeing that the youth turned defeat into victory, everyone around immediately clapped and cheered. Zhang Heng couldn't help but slapped a few chins, not to congratulate the teenager on the stage, but to rejoice that he had twenty bottles of Yiqi Pills that he could use for his practice.

On the other side, Miss Alian, the maid, saw Zhang Heng once again confirm his own inference, the young man defeated the middle-aged man like a broken bamboo.

A-Lian looked at Zhang Heng's eyes, which had changed a lot.

She almost believes that the teenager in front of him can really predict the outcome of the matchup in advance, and he can also infer the specific time when the two sides will decide the outcome with extreme accuracy.

This kind of ability, it seems that there are some powerful!

Miss Allian looked at the ordinary boy in front of her with a weird look, just like looking at an unfathomable monster.

What she didn't know was that this ability was actually discovered by Zhang Heng only recently.

This ability seems amazing. It is like a prophecy, able to predict what will happen in the future.

In fact, it is not so mysterious, weird and powerful.

This ability is a special ability that Zhang Hen has acquired through his perception of "power" these days.

With regard to the "potential" perception, he is only just getting started now.

But even if he is just getting started, the benefits that can be brought to him are subversive.

Comprehending the "potential" not only allows Zhang Heng to have a more precise grasp of his own realm, faculty, physique, etc., so that he can integrate all his combat powers and exert his strongest combat power in battle. .

Moreover, Zhang Heng found that his own five senses became acute and abnormal in an instant. He could even make preliminary judgments on the enemy's combat power by sensing the heartbeat, vitality movement, and demeanor movements of nearby people.

When the opponent is in a state of combat, Zhang Heng's perception ability can obtain a more accurate judgment of combat power by analyzing the opponent's jerkiness, vitality fluctuations, body skills, and so on.

Zhang Heng’s judgment on combat power may sometimes have surpassed the opponent’s own judgment.

Under the blessing of momentum, the slightest change between the two sides of the duel can hardly escape Zhang Heng's five sense insights.

And for any brave to start the final duel, it is impossible not to instantly activate the vitality in his body, and the vitality flowing in everyone's body is as obvious as a burning torch.

It is impossible to escape Zhang Heng's attention.

The reason why A-Lian didn't know it was because the "potential" was inherently mysterious and unpredictable. Even the brave in the chakra realm could only cultivate very few feathers and feathers.

In this way, Miss A-Lian came to bet with him on the outcome of the match, which is simply to give him money for nothing. Zhang Heng is now suffering from not being able to find resources for cultivation. How could he miss such a good thing.

Then Miss Alian took out fifty bottles of Yiqi Pill without hesitation and transferred them to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng counted out twenty-five bottles and passed them to Senior Brother Liang Peng.

Brother Liang Peng saw that he had earned more than 20 bottles of Yiqi Pill in a blink of an eye and couldn't help but look at Miss Allen and said: "This kid is just a blind cat and a dead mouse. It's just good luck. Don't believe that he is evil. Gamble with him again, I don’t believe that he can still guess the ending in this game!"

After listening to Senior Brother Liang Peng's words, Miss Allian turned her head and looked at Senior Brother Liang Peng for a moment, then gave him a big eye, and then said silently: "The last time I was, I was my own narrow vision, I don't know. There are so many monsters in the world. I was fooled the last two times."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

After listening to Miss Allian's words, Senior Brother Liang Peng touched the back of his head in embarrassment, only when he didn't hear Miss Allian's words, he turned his head and continued to look in the direction of the battle platform.

On the platform, another duel had already begun, but Zhang Heng yawned boredly, pointed to one of the two on the platform and said, "If I guessed right, this time, the winning is the one who held it. An old woman who embroiders something like a needle."

"Without ten moves, I'm afraid its opponent will suffer."

Miss Allian was too lazy to refute after hearing what Zhang Heng said, but suddenly there was a flash of light in her eyes, and she opened her mouth again: "You said so powerful? I wonder if it is so powerful in actual combat?"

"I think it's boring for you to watch. Would you like me to arrange for you to play a few games with others yourself."

Zhang Heng listened and clearly knew the meaning of agitation in the other party's words. But he still smiled, and said: "Okay, then hard work, Miss Alian."

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, Miss Allian was also a bold person, and immediately took the two of them to report.

When he reached the exit of this circular hall, Zhang Heng suddenly said: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three,..."

He was actually counting down.

Ms. A-Lian next to him and his senior brother looked at each other and couldn't help showing a puzzled look on their faces.

At this moment, Zhang Heng's last number "zero" just spit out.

And at the moment when Zhang Heng's mouth was zero spitting out, a scream was suddenly heard from the battle platform behind him, Miss Alian and Brother Liang Peng turned their heads, just in time to see the old woman withdraw her needle shape. Yuan Bing, on top of her Yuan Bing, was markedly stained with blood.

And the old woman's opponent, lying on the ground at this time, wailed miserably, and shivered and covered his eyes.

In the gap between the five fingers of the man's hands, blood was flowing out.

Obviously, that person's eyes had been blinded by the needle-shaped soldier in the hands of the old woman.