章 13: Chapter 13: The reputation of a loser spreads all over the world (Part 1)

Chapter 13: The Name of the Good-for-Nothing Spreads Throughout the World (Part 1)

Similarly, Xiao Yan was also unsure. In the past, he would naturally not be afraid.

He believed that with his prestige as "the first genius of Wutan City", even if he was no match for the lackeys behind Galeo, the lackeys would never dare to attack him.

In the end, it will turn into a duel between him and Galeo.

For him, as a fighter, dealing with Galeo was a piece of cake.

But things are different now. During this period, his fighting spirit has dropped again, and is only at the fourth level. He will lose in a duel with Galeo.

He cannot lose, otherwise the secret of the disappearance of his fighting spirit will spread. It is easy to imagine what the scene will be like when the Xiao family and even the entire Wutan City know that his fighting spirit has disappeared.

The title of genius disappeared and was replaced by endless ridicule and abuse.

"Gallio, get out of the Xiao family imitation market, and I can pretend that this incident never happened." Xiao Yan suppressed his fear and made a harsh remark.

As soon as these words fell, the crowds around started to make a noise:

"Galio, get out of here! Young Master Xiao Yan is very generous."

"Yes, that's right. Young Master Xiao Yan is the number one genius in Wutan City and the youngest fighter in the past hundred years. Don't refuse my toast and drink the wine instead."

"Haha, Galio, be careful or Master Xiao Yan will destroy your life."

Listening to the taunts and insults coming from the opposite crowd from time to time, Galio's face turned completely black, and veins popped up on his face. In a rage, he challenged Xiao Yan: "Xiao Yan, do you dare to fight?"

After hearing these words, everyone in the room was shocked and fell into a dead silence.

After the silence, there was laughter, bursting into laughter.

"Haha. Galio, a mere seventh-stage Dou Qi master, actually wants to challenge Young Master Xiao Yan, who has already broken through to the Dou level. He is simply a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He is overestimating his abilities."

"Yes, Master Xiao Yan agreed to him."

"Beat him, Master Xiao Yan"

Looking at Galeo who was angry and almost losing his mind, Xiao Yan frowned. He had not yet gone through the three years of decadence, so his character and way of doing things were far from as smooth as they would be three years later.

After being provoked by Galeo, he felt that he was in a difficult situation.

Fight, how to fight, fight Jiba.

Let him have the fourth stage of fighting spirit, to meet the seventh stage of fighting spirit.

Do you want to use Jiba to fight?

Don't let Jiba collapse and turn it into a collapsed Jiba.

Xun'er, who was standing nearby, noticed Xiao Yan's embarrassment. Considering Xiao Yan's current situation, she walked up to him and said to Galeo, "Galeo, you are not worthy of challenging him. Why don't you let me learn from your skills?"

"Unworthy?" Hearing this, Galio, who had been a little bit withdrawn and secretly regretted his rashness, suddenly became furious. He avoided Xiao Xun'er's gaze and looked at Xiao Yan, jokingly saying, "Why, the first genius of the Xiao family in a hundred years also needs to hide behind a woman?"

As he said this, he winked at the short and thin middle-aged man next to him. The short and thin middle-aged man understood immediately. He was very skilled in swearing.

"Haha, it turns out that Xiao Yan is a little man, and the first day is just a false reputation."

With the short and thin middle-aged man's introduction, the lackeys standing behind Galeo also started to curse.

"I guess he doesn't have a little JJ"

"What a genius! Our Master Jialie is the genius."

The mercenaries belonging to the Xiao family's imitation city would naturally not sit still and wait for death. For them, pleasing Xiao Yan was equivalent to pleasing the Xiao family. They cursed,

"Bullshit, what a young master Jia Lie, nineteen years old, only in the seventh stage of fighting spirit, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself carefully."

"Yes, Master Xiao Yan, go ahead. We support you."

In the crowd, Xiao Se listened to the two parties cursing at each other. He quietly watched the scene in front of him, almost laughing like a pig, and muttered in his heart: "I'm afraid that the disappearance of Xiao Yan's fighting spirit today can no longer be concealed."

"Brother, it seemed like someone was scanning you with soul power just now." A pleasant voice sounded in Xiao Se's heart, causing him to frown slightly.

"I understand, Long Kui. Unless my life is in danger, don't expose yourself." The fist hidden in the sleeve was clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white.

He hated the feeling of having his life in the hands of someone else, and the person who scanned him with soul power was none other than Ling Ying, the Dou Huang under Xun'er.

"I understand, brother." It was still Long Kui's voice, but compared with the previous gentle voice, it had a bit more spiciness.

Xiao Se knew that the one who answered this time was Red Nightshade.

As the two were talking, Xiao Yan finally couldn't resist the vanity brought about by "being the popular choice" and gritted his teeth to accept Galeo's challenge.

The mercenaries from the Xiao family's Fangshi and Galeo's lackeys retreated tacitly, leaving enough space for the two young masters of the family to fight.

At this moment, Xiao Yan and Galeo were facing each other ten meters apart. Both of them were unsure and neither of them had any intention of making the first move.

But just because they didn't take action didn't mean that others wouldn't make a fuss. Some mercenaries who were eager to watch the fun started to murmur loudly:

"Master Xiao Yan is mighty."

"Master Xiao Yan is awesome."

The voices supporting Xiao Yan exploded and surged in the crowd like a one-sided voice. Even Galeo's lackeys did not think highly of Galeo.

Amid this overwhelming support, Xiao Yan's confidence was briefly restored.

Looking at Galeo's frightened face, Xiao Yan's confidence grew even stronger, and he said in his heart words that he normally would not even believe: Maybe this time I can defeat Galeo by relying on the fourth stage of fighting spirit.

Looking at the two people in the central open space, the attention of everyone around the city shifted over, and more and more people gathered.

Not far behind Xiao Yan, Xun'er clenched her slender hands tightly, her eyes fixed firmly on the field, her watery eyes revealing a hint of hidden worry.

To be honest, no matter how blindly Xiao Xun'er is confident in Xiao Yan, the fourth level of fighting spirit is still the fourth level of fighting spirit. Unless special means are used, there is no way she can defeat the seventh level of fighting spirit.

This is the iron rule of the Douqi Continent.

Amidst the expectant gazes, Xiao Yan chose to strike first.

While Galeo was shrinking back, Xiao Yan held his palms upside down with a faint fighting spirit lingering on them. He stepped on the ground and rushed forward suddenly, shooting towards Galeo.

"Stone Crushing Palm"

He quickly approached Galeo, raised his right palm, exerted all his strength, and slapped Galeo's chest hard.

Stone-breaking Palm: An intermediate yellow-grade palm technique that can be practiced by anyone in the Xiao family who has fighting energy at the fifth level or above.

How could Galeo have expected that Xiao Yan would ignore his identity as a "fighter" and choose to launch a sneak attack? Unable to dodge in time, he had to mobilize his fighting spirit to resist and use his chest to take Xiao Yan's palm.

What surprised Galeo was that the severe pain he had imagined did not come, but only a huge force slightly greater than that of an ordinary adult.

With a dull thud, Galeo's body was pushed several meters away, and then he sat down on the ground.

"Good"

The onlookers saw Xiao Yan slap Galeo away with one palm and cheered wildly.

On the other side, Galeo's lackeys also rushed to Galeo and helped him up.

"Master, are you hurt?" The short and thin middle-aged man helped Galeo up and asked worriedly.

Galeo touched his chest, looking confused. He had been hit head-on by the fighter, but nothing happened to him.