My Arrogant Young Lady

Fuck you.

Upon hearing what the first person said, I immediately cursed inwardly. Although my family is overseas, I grew up in the North and am a true Northerner. Who doesn't have feelings for their hometown? I have feelings for my hometown too. This person is now slandering us Northerners; I wanted nothing more than to rush up and strangle him.

But I needed his help. I could only suppress my anger and not argue. There were only three shots left, and I was terrified of being killed by the fourth. The further I went, the more dangerous it would become, so I let him shoot himself first. Let him keep showing off; I'd already gotten a tangible benefit.

But to my surprise, this first-place winner readily said to me, "Wang Xi, I'm so happy to see you flattering me. I'll let you have four shots; I'll shoot myself four times, and you shoot yourself twice. If I don't die, you'll be my henchman from now on, staying by my side and flattering me."

After hearing the first thing, I smiled on the surface, but in my heart I was thinking, "Are you qualified to be my henchman?"

"Haha, I still don't want you to die. After all, experts like you are rare. I hope you'll be alright," I said against my will.

"Hypocrite!" First laughed, then pulled the trigger again, aiming at his temple.

With a snap, I saw the firing pin of the revolver strike the breech with a powerful blow. But the gunshot I was expecting didn't come; there was only a hollow sound.

In an instant, Young Master Bao and An Yao's expressions turned serious as they looked at the number one player. The number one player, however, laughed and said to us, "He's still alive? I'll fire another shot."

After saying that, the first one aimed at his own head and fired the fifth shot.

However, just as First Brother was about to shoot himself in the head, I snatched the pistol from him, pointed it at my own head, and said with a fawning smile, "Brother First, I can't let you fire the fifth shot, it's too dangerous. Let your younger brother go first!"

After saying that, I pulled the trigger with a snap.

With a loud crack, Young Master Bao screamed in fright. An Yao's eyes grew even colder, and her palms were sweating profusely.

I kept my eyes closed, and then I heard the gun fire a blank.

I opened my eyes, my forehead covered in sweat.

I saw First Brother staring at me with wide eyes. I smiled and handed him the gun, saying, "First Brother, I didn't die after all. The last shot can only be taken by you."

"..." Upon hearing my words, the first man stared blankly at the gun in his hand. Then, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead...

Chapter 442 The Despicable First

The bullets in this gun are fired in a specific order.

When I saw the first person aim at my head and fire the third shot into myself, I sensed something was wrong.

The first is a gambler, and one of the world's top gamblers. Being a gambler demands extremely high levels of skill, including keen eyesight, sharp hearing, sound judgment, quick reflexes, and excellent memory. Therefore, the first isn't just good at gambling; he's exceptionally good at any game. Even in the currently popular mobile game, Honor of Kings, with his nimble fingers and lightning-fast reflexes, he could absolutely achieve the top rank in the game.

Furthermore, he possesses the ability to manipulate the position of bullets within the hopper. The instant he rotates and closes the hopper, he already knows the bullet's location within it.

It was the last shot, so even if the first one let me shoot him five times, even if I shot myself in the head five times, he wouldn't die. The only one who would die was the one who pulled the trigger the last time.

The original order was: the first shot was fired by the first person, then my second shot, his third, my fourth, and his fifth. When it came to the sixth shot, I would pull the trigger and fire a bullet.

So after I fired my second shot, and seeing that the first person had fired a third shot at himself without incident, I asked him to let me shoot him once. This messed up our order, meaning he would be the one to fire the last shot at himself. When the first person said he'd let me shoot twice, I became even more certain that he knew the bullet's location. It was definitely the last shot; whoever fired the last shot would die. So I grabbed the pistol and fired the fifth shot at myself first.

My fifth shot was partly a gamble, but mostly a guess. I was 90 percent certain that I had no bullets left.

Now, the first man stared blankly at the pistol in his hand, sweat pouring down his forehead. There was definitely a bullet in that gun. Anyone who fired a sixth shot into their own head would commit suicide; he wasn't stupid, how could he possibly shoot himself in the head?

After An Yao and Young Master Bao had breathed a sigh of relief for me, they both laughed when they saw that First was stumped. Young Master Bao even ran to my side and yelled at First, "Shoot, you idiot! Aren't you so great? If you're so tough, shoot yourself! Damn it, didn't you claim to be the strongest gambler? What's wrong, you're too scared to shoot yourself?"

"Wang Xi, you're very clever." Seeing that I had seen through his trick, he looked at me with a pale face and smiled.

"Compared to the number one, he's still quite a bit behind." With a sigh of relief, I watched the number one's pale face with the air of a victor.

He then lit a cigarette and took a leisurely drag. The cigarette he was smoking was called the "Victory Cigarette."

Upon seeing me like this, he became even angrier. He glared at me angrily, then, after a moment's thought, pointed the gun at his temple.

But if he fired, he would definitely commit suicide. After thinking for a moment, he put the gun down and looked at me hatefully, "Wang Xi, I have never lost before."

"Shoot! What's with all the fuss? Damn, are you scared of dying?" Young Master Bao shouted smugly.

"You have no right to humiliate me!" The First One roared angrily at Young Master Bao.

"Then shoot! Trying to stall for time? Damn it, trying to stall for a lifetime?" Young Master Bao asked.

"Shoot if you want!" The first one roared, picking up the gun and pointing it at his temple.

When I saw that the first one was really about to fire, my heart jumped into my throat. If the first one could die so easily, it would be a wonderful thing.

For a fleeting moment, neither I nor Young Master Bao spoke. An Yao's beautiful eyes sparkled, and a smile finally appeared on her aggrieved face.

"Snapped!"

This time, it wasn't the sound of an empty gun firing. Instead, it was the deafening sound of the firing pin striking the bullet and the gunpowder exploding.

The gunshots echoed through the factory, the loud noise causing a surge of excitement.

But when the smell of gunpowder dissipated, we saw that the first place had not fallen.

All we could see was that the first-place player's face was pale, covered in fine beads of sweat. He stood there like a wooden statue for a long time, then suddenly trembled, looked at us with a forced smile, and said, "Sorry, I missed."

"You missed?" Upon hearing the first man's words, I indeed saw a bloodstain slowly appearing on his forehead.

Holy crap, he held the gun right against his temple and still managed to miss. Does he think I'm a three-year-old?

Unexpectedly, the number one player resorted to cheating, and with such a lame excuse. Young Master Bao's handsome face instantly turned bright red. "Number one, have you no shame? You can't even shoot yourself in the temple with a gun! Do you think we're three-year-olds? Who are you trying to fool?"

“Your marksmanship is poor, there’s nothing I can do about it.” With a smile, First immediately became serious and said, “According to our rules, the one who dies loses. But since none of us died, this round is a draw. A draw means you, Wang Xi, have to commit seppuku. But to show my mercy, I’ve decided to play another round and give you another chance. This time we’ll play the same game, but we have to aim at each other. That way, we won’t miss, right?”

With that, he cranked the magazine with a click, then took a bullet from his hand and put it in. After thinking for a moment, he handed the gun to me and said, "Wang Xi, you crank the magazine this time. Our fates are in our hands; whoever dies this time will accept the loss."

"Huh? Why didn't you take my gun?" The first person looked at me in surprise.

With my left hand behind my back and a cigarette between my right fingers, I coldly watched him. Then I took a deep drag and finished the last half of the cigarette.

After thinking for a moment, I smiled, my face turning ashen. Then I smashed the cigarette butt on the ground. I took the first pistol and said, "Alright, then I'll shake the drum and fire first."

After saying that, I spun the bullets around with a whoosh. Then, with a click, I closed the pistol. Next, I aimed at the first bullet and fired fiercely.

I heard three consecutive "snap" sounds, and when I fired the fourth shot, the pistol suddenly exploded with a loud bang. All four shots were aimed at the first target, and as soon as I fired the fourth shot, the first target vanished from my sight.

Then, the first one appeared on the second floor, leaning on the railing and sneering at me, "Wang Xi, you're so despicable. Since you're not going to follow the rules, then don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

"Fuck you, you piece of trash!" Hearing First's words, I immediately cursed and threw the gun at him. Then, pointing at him coldly, I said, "First, do you have any shame? Is this how you play games? You lost, so release me, Young Master Bao, and An Yao. Then commit suicide. First, you broke your promise; you have no right to play games with me!"

"Oh?" He laughed when he heard what I said.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" I was furious and glared at him, no longer giving him a friendly look.

"If we're talking about breaking promises, then you're the one who should be saying that, right? I already agreed to let you have a shot. You're the one who stole my gun and fired, aren't you? And the shot I let you have was the fourth shot of the gun. I should have shot myself again; the fifth shot was mine, but you stole the fifth shot that should have been mine. I'm giving you a chance to play again, isn't that fair?" First question.

"Is it fair?" An Yao asked, locked in the iron cage, after hearing the first person's question.

"Isn't that unfair?" That was the first question.

"Heh, if what you say is true, that the first shot you let Wang Xi take was the fourth shot of this series, and the fifth shot was yours. Wang Xi shouldn't have taken your fifth shot. But, I just heard you say you let Wang Xi take two shots. If that's the case, then shouldn't you also shoot yourself with the sixth shot?" An Yao said coldly.

"..." Upon hearing An Yao's words, the first person was stunned.

"Despicable!" An Yao sneered when she saw that the first-place winner remained silent.

He lost first. He should have lost to us by giving us his life. But in order to survive, he resorted to dishonest tactics, trying to argue his way out of trouble, but he couldn't refute them.

His expression kept changing, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "I'm not playing anymore, Wang Xi. You win this game today, let's play again another day."

"Another day?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm taking An Yao with me. If you want to play with me, come find me in Las Vegas." He leaped into the iron cage holding An Yao and used the key to unlock it.

Then, the first person reached out to grab An Yao and take her away. Upon seeing that the first person was going to take An Yao away, An Yao grabbed the first person's wrist and tried to break it off.

However, An Yao's skill level was still far behind that of the number one. An Yao's strength lay in grappling and hand techniques, while the number one was an expert in gambling and possessed superior hand skills.

As soon as An Yao grabbed the first man's wrist, he smiled and pressed his own wrist down. An Yao was involuntarily pulled forward, and the first man seized the opportunity to flip her wrist and free it. He then twisted her wrist and put her hand behind her back. Next, he gently pushed An Yao's body and walked out of the iron cage with her.

As soon as they stepped out of the iron cage, First Brother lightly landed on the ground with him. Upon seeing First Brother about to take An Yao away, Young Master Bao and I immediately rushed forward to save An Yao.

"You think you can be my match?" First laughed, and kicked Young Master Bao away with a powerful kick. Then, he delivered a whip kick aimed at my waist.

"Get lost!" Seeing the first whip kick coming, I punched his leg hard.

With a loud crack, fists and legs collided, and the First One immediately staggered back five or six steps, pulling An Yao along with him. He glanced at me in surprise and said, "A master at the upper level of the Fusion stage can actually fight against a master at the upper level of the Heartbeat stage like me?"

"Release An Yao!" I yelled at the first person.

"Heh..." The first one sneered disdainfully, grabbed An Yao, and turned to leave. Just as I was about to chase after them, the hundreds of Oda Seiji suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Wang Xi, die!" Over a hundred Oda Seijis shouted in unison, staring coldly at me...

Chapter 443 Liu Bao

One hundred Oda Seijis, one hundred identical people. Just a few months ago, this one Oda Seiji was a terrifying nightmare for all of us in the martial arts world. And the first powerful clone factory to obtain Oda Seiji has actually produced one hundred identical Oda Seijis.

Not only did they look alike, but their aura of power was also identical. And all around me were men bribed with money. Each of them held a weapon, pointing it at me, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

This is desperate.

But I absolutely cannot let Oda Seiji take An Yao away. For An Yao's sake, I'm willing to die. I've come this far, and I'm going to fight with all my might. Even if I die, I'll have no regrets. If I just stand by and watch An Yao be taken away without trying to save her, I think I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Missing An Yao would mean missing out for life.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and yelled at An Yao, "An Yao, I will definitely rescue you!"

"Brother!?" Upon hearing my words, An Yao immediately turned around to look at me.

An Yao was still being held by the First Leader. Seeing An Yao turn around, the First Leader didn't rush to take her away. Instead, he looked at me with a smile, saying with amusement, "Oda Seiji, take down Wang Xi!"

"Wang Xi, die!" Upon hearing the first man's words, the hundreds of Oda Seiji drew their swords in unison. Then, they raised their swords and swung them fiercely at me.

One Oda Seiji is enough to give us a headache, but when hundreds of Oda Seijis attack at the same time, the scene is indescribably spectacular.

Suddenly, hundreds of Oda Seiji simultaneously unleashed billowing black mist, from which hundreds of gigantic black dragons emerged. Then, these dragons roared at me. As the hundred Oda Seiji drew their swords, hundreds of streaks of black light slashed fiercely towards me. Next, the hundred black dragons charged at me together with ferocious ferocity.

I had no weapon in my hand, and I watched as hundreds of black streaks of light slashed towards me. I had nowhere to dodge.

I gritted my teeth and activated my protective inner energy. Every muscle in my body tensed, my eyes flashed with golden light, and my entire body emitted a massive golden glow. Within that immense golden light, a golden dragon roared loudly. Seeing hundreds of black dragons charging towards it, it let out an angry cry.

"The Thirteen Bodyguards of Horizontal Training!"

In an instant, I was struck hard by hundreds of black beams of light. The golden dragon was also attacked and torn apart by hundreds of black dragons.

The Thirteen Bodyguards of Horizontal Training is a very basic external martial art. It's not a secret manual of any super sect; even a street performer could practice it. Many people, not even god-level masters, have already mastered the skill of striking the chest with a knife and locking the throat with a spear.

But even this most rudimentary skill, when practiced to its peak, can become the strongest martial art. It is said that if someone can master the Thirteen Body Strike Techniques to its ultimate level, and if their strength reaches the Golden Core realm, they can achieve a state where sword cuts leave no mark and arrows leave no injury.

At this moment, I felt hundreds of sword energies slashing fiercely at my body. The protective true energy emanating from my body was like a golden bronze mirror. The hundreds of sword energies caused the bronze mirror to ripple continuously, gradually cracking, and causing the true energy within my body to surge continuously.

With a soft "pfft," I finally succumbed to the combined force of the hundreds of sword strikes from Oda Seiji. I coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.

When I landed heavily, my face immediately turned deathly pale. I then glanced painfully at the hundreds of Oda Seijis in front of me, feeling utterly powerless.