Job Change For All: Blood Mage, Am I Anemic?

Ye Xinghe was suddenly targeted, and felt a little inexplicable.

When he passed by the crowd, he found that everyone looked at him with complicated expressions.

Everyone felt sympathy for this good-looking guy.

How can he compare with the muscular bald young man above with his anemic look?

Therefore, in the eyes of the onlookers, no matter whether Ye Xinghe accepts the challenge or not, he will end up ashamed in the end.

Ye Xinghe didn't care about the eyes of passers-by. Eucommia was still waiting for him in the hotel, so he had to go to the hotel as soon as possible.

He didn't stop to leave because of the provocation of the bald young man, and squeezed the crowd to leave.

Seeing that Ye Xinghe was "counseled", the bald young man laughed proudly and said, "Did you see that? He doesn't even dare to come up and try?"

"If his parents knew that he was such a mother, would they regret giving him the wrong gender?"

"Or maybe it will be thrown away by him directly when he was born? Hahaha!"

Ye Xinghe frowned. Why is this bald young man so outspoken? He just didn't accept the challenge, and he was going to attack his own life?

This bald young man really has no tutor!

Since the other party is so aggressive, I have to teach him a lesson!

Ye Xinghe turned around and walked towards the challenge platform, eating the snacks in his hands in threes and fives.

He casually wiped his oily mouth with his hand, walked up to the bald young man, stretched out his hand politely and said with a smile: "I'm very glad that I have the opportunity to compete with you once."

The bald young man looked at Ye Xinghe with an ugly face, and Ye Xinghe's greasy, reflective hands.

This little boy still wants to shake hands with him?

Pooh!

The bald young man said with disgust: "Don't mess with me about these unnecessary things, just type the value on the machine."

"If you really want to get close to me, kneel down and beg me, you can consider it."

Seeing Ye Xinghe's "oily hands", he certainly wouldn't shake hands with him.

He even thought that Ye Xinghe's good gesture was to get close to him, so that he would look better when he lost.

After "seeing through" Ye Xinghe's thoughts, the bald young man sneered in his heart.

This little boy stole his limelight in front of many girls, so it's no wonder he didn't torture him to death!

The bald youth didn't shake hands with Ye Xinghe, which was naturally a sign of disrespect.

Ye Xinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't even shake hands with me, isn't that manly?"

"Yeah, everyone has accepted your challenge?"

"Why don't you have any manners at all?"

The melon-eating crowd in the audience expressed their admiration for the "thin" Ye Xinghe who had the courage to accept the challenge of the bald youth.

When Ye Xinghe extended a polite "handshake gift", the bald young man refused "without grace".

Immediately, the melon-eating crowd in the audience were dissatisfied with the behavior of the bald youth.

You provoke people like this, and they still shake hands with you with a smile, but you still refuse in disgust?

Isn't this bald young man a bit shameless?

Among the melon-eating crowd in the audience, after one person spoke out for Ye Xinghe, the other voices for Ye Xinghe's injustice gradually increased.

Hearing the growing condemnation from the audience, the face of the bald young man turned black.

His mind is actually more delicate than it looks on the outside, so he naturally reacted.

The "handshake ceremony" was a trick deliberately set by the little boy in front of him.

He snorted coldly, and a beast's roar sounded from his body, and the aura of the high-ranking professional was dispersed in all directions.

"Whoever dares to say one more word! Chat with me after the match!"

The bald young man uttered harsh words, and the onlookers fell silent for an instant.

It's okay to let them talk about it, but if you really want to kowtow offline with the bald youth, no one will dare.

"Can we start now?"

The bald young man asked the referee on the stage in a deep voice.

The referee who was obsessed with "eating melons" also came to his senses after being called by the bald youth.

Walking up to Ye Xinghe, he asked, "What is the name and occupation of my brother, please?"

"Chiyang Yun, mage."

Ye Xinghe replied.

After hearing Ye Xinghe's answer, the referee nodded and recorded his information on the hand card.

Then briefly introduce the situation of the game with Ye Xinghe.

Currently, the bald youth's best score on the machine is 2366 points.

If Ye Xinghe wanted not to lose face in front of the melon-eaters, he had to score more than this number.

The bald young man became disdainful when he heard that Ye Xinghe's profession was a mage.

Just a sorcerer, do you still want to surpass yourself in strength?

It's just a fool's dream!

The melon-eating crowd in the audience heard Ye Xinghe introduce his profession.

They also expressed their disappointment. They thought that Ye Xinghe had the courage to take on the challenge of the bald head because he had a certain degree of certainty.

But when he said that his profession is a mage, everyone felt that Ye Xinghe took up the challenge entirely because of his youthful enthusiasm.

The melon eaters sighed in disappointment. The scene of slapping their faces and bald heads they wanted to see must not be seen.

With the mage's small body, how can he compare his strength with a warrior?

Players on the field must remove all equipment before the game.

Therefore, the numbers played by the players on the field all rely on the basic strength of the individual.

Although since the era of job change for all, everyone's abilities can be measured by numerical values.

But in fact, the strength displayed in actual combat also has many factors such as spirit, momentum, and self-confidence.

Therefore, if two professionals with similar attributes choose one aspect to compete.

It also happens from time to time that a professional with a low value is better than a professional with a high value.

After Ye Xinghe nodded to show that he was clear about the rules, he walked slowly to the strength testing machine.

He raised his hand and patted the machine lightly. The number on the machine changed for a while, and finally stayed at 2367 points.

After the bald young man glanced at the numbers in disdain, his eyes almost went down, and he looked at the numbers on the machine in disbelief.

The melon-eaters in the audience gasped when they saw the final value on the force measuring machine.

2367!

One more point than the bald youth's 2366!

Can such a value really be played by a mage?

Everyone present looked at Ye Xinghe in disbelief.

A thin-looking mage miraculously defeated a warrior?

Encountered such a "shocking reversal" game, many melon-eaters in the audience cheered.

What could be more exciting than a mage outstripping a fighter in strength?

The surprised bald-headed youth, amidst the cheers for Ye Xinghe from the audience, quickly changed to an ugly look.

As a fighter, he lost to a mage in a power competition under the watchful eyes of everyone, which was really hard for him to accept.

He looked at Ye Xinghe with resentment, this little boy who had embarrassed him many times, wishing he could tear him apart now.

Ye Xinghe accepted the bald youth's anger indifferently, and said, "If you are not convinced, just hit again."

"Don't be too arrogant, I haven't shown my real skills yet!"

Of course the bald youth was unconvinced, after signaling the referee to readjust the machine.

He walked in front of the dynamometer, his legs stretched out into a horse stance, and the veins on his bald head bulged.

"drink!"

With a low voice, he used all his strength and slammed it hard on the force-measuring machine.

The strength exerted was so great that even the ring trembled.