I'm a villain in the movies and TV series "All Heavens".

Chapter 61 Are you all coming at me at once, or taking turns?
Recalling the news I had seen before about Mo Fei, who was nowhere to be found, a bold idea suddenly popped into my head.

So he opened several popular live streaming platforms, specifically found a few well-known martial arts debunking streamers with high fan bases, noted down their addresses and contact information online, and then packed his bags and went downstairs to embark on the first step of his search.

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In Chengdu, a live broadcast of a real-person martial arts competition is currently underway on the stage of a martial arts arena called Yangwei Martial Arts Hall.

The two people in the ring are both well-known fighting game streamers in the live streaming world.

One of them studied boxing and Sanda, while the other is said to be a fifth-degree black belt in Taekwondo. Most importantly, both of them have a considerable number of fans on multiple platforms.

The competition between them was heavily publicized beforehand, attracting many martial arts enthusiasts to watch.

To be honest, they really have some skills to make them famous. Although the fight between the two didn't involve much real skill, it was still quite entertaining to watch. Even to a layman, it was truly thrilling.

A straight punch, a flying elbow strike, a high split kick, a soaring kick, a whirlwind series of kicks, a lock... As the two fighters on stage fought fiercely, the fans couldn't help but roar and cheer for their favorite streamers.

The atmosphere at the martial arts gym was instantly electrified, and the several cameras above the ring broadcast the live stream simultaneously on multiple platforms, likely attracting millions of viewers at the same time.

Meanwhile, among the spectators below the arena, Mo Fei was quietly watching this fierce battle unfold before him.

Perhaps the reason these two came here is because they are among the most vocal critics of traditional Chinese martial arts online, and their profession has inspired a group of people to join in the criticism.

Anyway, it's all about stepping on others and riding the wave of popularity. And since the crackdown on fake martial arts is so hot right now, of course I have to jump on the bandwagon.

At this moment, Mo Fei was dressed in traditional Chinese martial arts attire, with a handsome and aloof face, coupled with the aura of a ruler he had cultivated during his two years as emperor.

He inexplicably instilled a sense of awe in the few people watching him, and they all kept a safe distance from him.

At this moment, the two on stage had just finished the first half of the match. After the referee called a stop, they were about to sit back in the corner of the ring to rest and adjust before fighting again.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Mo Fei was unwilling to wait any longer. He exerted force with his legs and leaped into the center of the arena.

Many fans watching the game were surprised and bewildered when they suddenly saw this unfamiliar person come on stage.

"Who is this person? Does anyone know him?"

"I don't recognize him. Could it be a surprise scene in the show? Did you see how he went on stage just now? He's definitely a pro!"

The discussions among the crowd naturally reached Mo Fei's ears. He first slightly cupped his hands, glanced around at the many spectators, and then calmly exhaled and spoke:

"I have a few things I need to say today, and I ask all of you who have come from afar to see this to listen carefully to what I have to say."

The crowd watching the fight in the martial arts hall had already been captivated by Mo Fei's effortless leap onto the stage. Now that they saw he seemed to have something to say, they all lowered their voices, intending to hear what he had to say.

"Most of the people present here today are critics of Chinese martial arts, and they look down on this ancient art passed down from our ancestors."

Unfortunately, I happen to be a member of the Chinese martial arts community.

Everyone says that martial arts are useless. Today, I've come here specifically to learn a thing or two from the person that all you critics admire. Of course, if anyone wants to come and practice, I'm also welcome.

"I've come here for two reasons. First, to uphold the reputation and legitimacy of Chinese martial arts. Second, it's for some personal matters, but that's not urgent; we can discuss that after we've fought."

Mo Fei's story caused an uproar among the spectators in the martial arts hall. No one expected that in a martial arts hall full of critics of traditional Chinese martial arts, there would be someone so fearless as to come alone to challenge them to a fight.

Looking at the bustling crowd below the arena, and listening to the various clamorous discussions and insults, Mo Fei suddenly channeled his inner energy into his throat and spoke in a loud voice:

"I just heard someone say that I'm here to die, and I think what he said isn't wrong. My purpose in coming here today is very simple."

Either I'll beat all the trash here into submission, or I'll be beaten into submission by you trash.

You can choose to come up together, or take turns. I'm not saying I'll accept everyone, so if you've got the guts, come up on stage!

These deafeningly provocative words stunned the onlookers for several seconds. However, once they came to their senses, a variety of curses and insults erupted throughout the martial arts gym.

However, Mo Fei ignored him, turned around, looked at the two streamers who were resting, and then added insult to injury:
"Of course, you two pieces of trash are included too."

Mo Fei's words immediately provoked public outrage, and some hot-tempered people in the audience immediately wanted to climb onto the stage to teach Mo Fei a lesson.

However, many more people started hurling insults and curses.

"Holy crap...who is this son of a bitch's mother? How many kilograms of liquor did he drink to get this drunk?"

"Fuck you, if I don't beat you to a pulp today, how am I supposed to survive in the martial arts world?"

"Damn it, I actually got insulted! I just came to join in the fun and get a souvenir, okay!" Meanwhile, the fans watching the live stream in the two streamers' rooms were in an uproar.

The screen was filled with "666" and countless comments from onlookers.

"Wow, where did this fierce guy come from? He's got some nerve! I wonder if he'll end up getting beaten to death?"

"A member of the national martial arts community? Is there really a master of national martial arts? What did this guy just say? He challenged everyone here. I'm afraid everyone's spit could drown him."

"666, this guy is ruthless. I, Hu Hansan, hereby declare that if he gets beaten up and has to go to the hospital, I will cover all his medical expenses."

Meanwhile, the crowd inside the martial arts hall was filled with rage, shouting and cursing to teach Mo Fei a lesson. The first to lose their temper were, of course, the two ring anchors.

After all, they were still live-streaming. If they tolerated such provocation, how could they maintain their reputation in the martial arts world?

One of the boxers, enraged, abruptly stood up, strode quickly to Mo Fei, and warned him in a harsh tone:

"You little brat, are you looking to die? I'm not leaving this room today without breaking one of your legs."

The boxer's words immediately drew the echoes of countless martial arts critics in the audience, who clamored for the boxer to kill or cripple Mo Fei.

However, looking at the agitated crowd below, Mo Fei merely smiled calmly and confronted them head-on without yielding an inch:

"That's right, I came here looking for death. I just don't know if you, you piece of trash, have the ability to grant my wish?"

Mo Fei's actions were clearly intended to provoke everyone, so naturally he did whatever was most provocative.

Seeing Mo Fei's stubborn and unyielding attitude, the viewers in the live stream were already giving him a thumbs up.

"Putting everything else aside, this kid is really bold. So many people want to beat him up, but I don't feel the slightest bit of fear from him."

"+1, I'm actually looking forward to what's going to happen next. I just hope it's not just an accident."

"What's all the babbling about? Let's fight, Big Dog! Don't let me look down on you. Beat him up, and if you win, I'll send you rockets, super ones!"

"Looking forward to your rockets, sir. Tell me how many you're planning to send first."

At this moment, Liu Dagou was completely enraged by Mo Fei. With his eyes bloodshot, he flipped his hand and threw a right hook, which struck Mo Fei's left cheek like lightning.

You have to hit someone in the face first. This kid is so reckless. If we don't teach him a lesson, how can Liu Dagou survive in the martial arts world?

With so many fans watching, since this guy claims to be a successor of traditional Chinese martial arts, we can just consider it a debunking. We're not afraid of getting injured; he has plenty of connections.

Liu Dagou's all-out punch was quite powerful; it would definitely be enough to beat an ordinary person.

However, in Mo Fei's eyes, this level of skill was like a child wielding a knife, posing absolutely no threat.

"So, without me even realizing it, you've become this amazing?"

The self-satisfied thoughts in his mind had no impact on Mo Fei's response.

Suddenly, he reached out with his left hand and instantly gripped Liu Dagou's hook punch tightly. He took a deep breath and shook it downwards...!
"Snap... Crack!"

"what……!"

With a cracking sound, Liu Dagou, whose left arm was dislocated, screamed in agony.

Mo Fei followed with several slaps that landed like lightning on both sides of Liu Dagou's face.

For a moment, the entire hall of the martial arts school was filled with the incessant sound of slaps, leaving the audience in the audience dumbfounded and shocked.

Liu Dagou, who had just received countless slaps from Mo Fei, hadn't even recovered when Mo Fei casually pulled his right hand away from his grasp.

He had already thrown him off balance and onto the ground like a dead dog, just in time for Mo Fei to follow up with a side kick.

The kick that landed on Liu Dagou's buttocks sent him flying several meters, and the force even snapped the ropes holding the ring along with the pillars beside it.

"Bang... Crack!"

"Quiet...you could hear a pin drop."

"Damn it! What kind of power is this? If I had taken a kick like that, I probably would have died on the spot!"

This is my first attempt. After all, how can the villain not slap someone in the face? Feel free to give me any good suggestions. If you think it's bad, please call 110!
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