I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Seeing Zhang Heng once again accurately judged the win or loss of the duel, and at the same time calculated the end of the duel.

The two of them looked at Zhang Heng's gaze, and in an instant, it was as if they had seen a ghost, and the weirdness to the extreme.

Zhang Heng saw this in his eyes, but he didn't bother to explain it. After all, according to his previous life experience, showing a moderate sense of mystery to the people around him can save him a lot of trouble.

What's more, things about "shi" cannot be exposed now at all, otherwise, even if Zhang Heng is not a demon clan, he might be caught by chakra martial artists who have not yet tempered "shi" to do slice research.

Maybe some delirious and heavy-tasting guys will use it as Tang monk meat to refine the pill. After the pill is formed, it may be eaten in one bite.

Under the leadership of A-Lian, Zhang Heng and Senior Brother Liang had already signed up in the blink of an eye.

Then, under the leadership of A-Lian, the three came to a hall on the first floor of Tianze Building.

Here Zhang Heng once again saw the group of people with numb complexion, simple and practical clothes, and powerful soldiers.

He finally understood why he didn't see people like them on the semi-circular seat.

It turns out that they didn't belong there at all. They came to Tianzelou, not for laughing and chatting with friends and watching movies.

They came to Tianzelou because they needed training resources, they wanted to refine their fighter skills, and they wanted to be famous all over the world.

They are not the people who sit down the stage, they are the people who stand on the stage.

Some of this group of people sat on the chairs around the round table in the living room, and chatted with them calmly.

Someone leaned silently in the shadow of the corner, like a vulture watching its prey, silently observing everyone in the hall.

There are also people sitting cross-legged on the ground, practising their own techniques like no one else, deaf to everything around them, turning a blind eye to them.

Indifferently, there are also some people who are a little uneasy or sitting or lying down. The expressions on their faces make people know at a glance that they must be here for the first time, and for the first time to participate in Tian Ze Lou.

Others are looking for the person who is about to face off against them based on the nameplate in front of everyone.

Everyone here, after the registration is successful, a nameplate will be hung on the chest. There is nothing else on the nameplate, only the personal name.

Zhang Heng is no exception.

At the entrance of the hall, A-Lian and Senior Brother Liang Peng had separated from Zhang Heng.

This is a rest room for the dueling players. Non- dueling players cannot enter, and A-Lian is no exception.

A Liang and Liang Peng must have returned to the semi-circular square at this time, waiting in front of Zhang Heng's booth, waiting for Zhang Heng to come on stage.

Zhang Heng thought about the matter in his heart, and walked to the empty seat in front of a round table.

Just as he was about to walk to the seat, a person suddenly stood in front of him, blocking his way forward.

This is a middle-aged man with a thin body. The middle-aged man has a sallow complexion, high cheekbones, and a funny figure eight eyebrows. What is more funny is that the beard on his upper lip is also trimmed like her eyebrows, showing a funny eight. Font.

At this time, the middle-aged man was standing in front of him with a long sword in his arms.

Although the other party tried his best to pretend to be domineering, Zhang Heng couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw the other party: "Do we know each other?"

Zhang Heng asked the middle-aged who suddenly blocked his way, with a nonchalant indifference in his tone.

The middle-aged man's stubby eyebrows on the right side of the man made a funny pick, and then said in a sharp voice: "You don't know me, but I know you."

"Because just now, someone robbed me of the position of the duel that I was about to start."

"That person is you."

After hearing this, Zhang Heng couldn't help but sigh. It was true that there was someone in the DPRK who was a good official. No wonder he felt that his duel was arranged so quickly that it turned out to have replaced someone else's position.

Zhang Heng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, then smiled weirdly, and then said: "Originally, I should apologize for taking your position."

"but……"

"But what?" Zhongnian frowned and looked at Zhang Heng, and said displeasedly.

"But I think you should thank me now." Zhang Heng stared at the middle-aged man with a serious face and solemnly declared.

"Thank you? Why? You obviously robbed me of my duel position, and still want me to thank you? Young man, are you crazy, right?"

As he spoke, the furious middle-aged swiped a palm towards Zhang Heng. It seems that an unreasonable parent wants to teach the young people.

But his palm was just halfway out, and he suddenly took it back.

Because just now, he suddenly discovered that, at some point, a young man named Zhang Heng suddenly made a move. When he was young, he suddenly stretched out one of his fingers, waiting for the middle-aged man's palm to return.

The middle-aged man's palm was caught off guard against the young man's finger, and his palm suddenly seemed to have been stabbed by a sharp blade, and his heart was broken in an instant.

When he looked down, he found that the palm of his right hand was completely fine at this time and did not suffer the slightest harm.

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly heard Zhang Heng stretch out his hand, pointed at a person at the round table not far away, and said: "If you win the next game, the next opponent should be the son of Xie Wu Xie, right?"

The middle-aged man followed Zhang Heng's guidance and looked over.

Then he saw a young man. At this time, the young man was holding his cheek in one hand and looking at his other hand.

There is nothing in the young man's other hand.

The middle-aged man only saw the five fingers of the young man's other hand, rapidly changing various unimaginable forms.

Every form that this hand changes seems to have an invisible deterrent, which makes people afraid to look closely, and subconsciously ignores the weird behavior of young people.

The middle-aged man saw the name on the nameplate on the young man's chest and a strange scar on the young man's face, and he immediately determined that this young man was the opponent he might encounter next.

The reason why it is possible is because only when he and the Scarfaced youth defeat their opponents in the first match, the two will meet in the second match.

What puzzled him was that he had decided to observe the opponent carefully before the battle, hoping to learn more about the opponent, but for some reason, he suddenly forgot this decision of his own.

So when he heard Zhang Heng's question, he couldn't help but look at Zhang Heng and said: "It's just possible, and even if we two meet, what happens, I will tell him who is the real victory."

Zhang Heng smiled slightly and said, "Yes, that's right. If your opponent is him, then you should thank me."

"Because maybe I have saved your life."

The middle-aged man faintly guessed something, but did not fully understand: "You saved my life? Why?"

Zhang Heng looked at the middle-aged man, smiled slightly, pointed to the scar-faced youth not far away, and said: "Because if you are on the battlefield, you will undoubtedly lose. If you accidentally annoy the brother Xie, he may It only takes one trick to kill you."

Then Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Looking at your words and deeds, I think the probability that you annoy him is as high as ninety-nine percent."

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, the middle-aged man made no sound surprisingly. After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and suddenly held a fist at Zhang Heng, then turned around without turning his head and left the hall of the opponents directly.

Because of Zhang Heng's words, he unexpectedly gave up the subsequent duel.

Zhang Heng saw the opponent leave, and he didn't care, and continued to walk towards the round table in front of him.

Finally, I came to the round table and sat in the last empty seat of the round table.

Coincidentally, sitting next to that empty seat was the scarred young man Xie Wu.

Seeing Zhang Heng sitting down, the Scarfaced Youth couldn't help but sit up straight, and looked sideways at Zhang Heng. After staring for a while, the young man Xie Wu said, "You said I only need one trick to kill him easily. You yourself dare to take his place and confront me. It's interesting, but it's a confession!"

While talking, a jar of wine and two sea bowls appeared on the table in front of Xie Wu.

When Xie Wu reached out and patted the wine jar, he got a bowl of wine for himself, then poured another bowl, and pushed it in front of Zhang Heng.

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to speak, he had directly picked up his own bowl of wine, drank it, and put the empty bowl on the table. Then he looked at Zhang Heng and said, "You know that I'm dangerous, you shout dare to talk to me. The duel shows that you are very confident in yourself."

"Now I tell you, I didn't do anything in your bowl of wine. I just admire you a little, so I invited you to drink. Do you believe me?"

Zhang Heng smiled at the other party and said, "I don't believe it, but I drank this bowl of wine."

As he spoke, Zhang Heng had already picked up the bowl of wine without hesitation, then brought it to his mouth and drank it in one go.

Zhang Heng knew that the other party did not toast him for admiring himself.

By observing the opponent drinking a bowl of wine, you can see many things and obtain a lot of intelligence about the opponent.

But Zhang Heng didn't care about being seen through the intelligence by the other party.

Because he has a "potential" existence, he must have much more intelligence about the other party than the other party has.

He is not afraid of the other party spying on his own intelligence.

Seeing Zhang Heng drank the wine, Xie Wu took a deep look at Zhang Heng again, then made a move with his right hand, and suddenly a wine jar and two sea bowls on the round table disappeared without a trace.

Then Xie Wu said as if talking to himself: "In this world, there are fewer and fewer interesting people. You are the only interesting person I have seen today."

"The next duel, if you lose, you don't have to worry, because I am not going to kill you at all."

Then the other party returned to the state before Zhang Henglai, resting his cheek with one hand, looking at his other hand, and his other hand was constantly changing strange gestures.

Every gesture made by fingers on that hand seemed to contain surging tremendous power.

Zhang Heng listened to what the other party said, smiled slightly, and said: "Thank you brother for not killing. Since brother Xie has a good life, then Zhang Heng promises again that in the next duel, if I win you, I Nor will it kill you. In the next game, you can let go of your hands and feet in accordance with the law and compete with me."