Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

The days passed one by one, and Xu Ye played more than fifty games in a row.

He finally discovered why everyone in the entire stadium was so keen on accumulating points to exchange for leave notes.

As long as the contestant wins, he will be automatically assigned to the next floor for a more difficult challenge.

If a player loses, he will temporarily stay on the same floor. If he loses five games in a row, he will still be placed on the next floor in the sixth game.

That’s the problem, winning is fine.

The rule of the arena is that you must participate in a competition every half a month.

If a player has already lost, he will have to face an opponent of the same level next time and continue to lose.

But in the arena of fate, there is no such thing as "friendship first, competition second". No matter you break an arm or a leg on the stage, as long as you're not breathing... no one will care about you.

Even if you are accidentally beaten to death by someone else, the other party only needs to pay a certain percentage of the points as a fine.

This fine is paid to the organizer.

It has nothing to do with you who is dead.

This results in many players who have reached a certain level being unable to break through and are doomed to be KO’d when they go on stage.

In order to survive, I can only work hard to accumulate points and exchange them for leave notes.

This has also led to some unorthodox practices, such as keeping a close eye on the 50 points in the hands of newcomers and so on.

When Xu Ye was playing in the 51st game, a man came up on the stage and looked a little excited.

Peng Yue waved his hand suddenly: "It's you. I've been looking for you for a long time."

"You are...?" She looked at him suspiciously, "How much do you owe? I'll be gentle later."

He doesn't allow customers who owe him money to disappear too quickly.

Peng Yue was covered in wounds, with a big bump on his forehead and a bruised face and nose. He looked no different from a pig, so it was no wonder that Xu Ye didn't recognize him.

"I'm the one who bought things with you on the second floor that day."

He didn't dare say what he bought, for fear of causing a frenzy among the audience.

That day he thought he was going to die soon, and before leaving, he went to Xu Ye's stall and ate a few boxes of salad.

Unexpectedly, when he went on the court again, he was like a god and defeated the opponent who had been bullying him.

"Oh." Xu Ye nodded without much reaction.

Anyway, he was not going to sell salads anymore. It took a long time to set up the stall and the profit was little, so it was not a cost-effective deal.

"Just a 'oh', do you look down on me?"

Peng Yue, with a big bun on his head, asked angrily.

Xu Ye looked at him incredulously: "Should I look up to you?"

You are nothing, and you only managed to advance to your current level by eating your own flesh.

But in terms of strength, should I look up to you?

Xu Ye was speechless, thinking that people are so shameless nowadays.

He didn't waste any words and threw a punch, which Peng Yue barely caught.

"interesting."

Xu Ye increased his strength, punching Peng Yue one after another like raindrops.

Soon, the fight between the two men turned into Peng Yue being beaten unilaterally.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

"I haven't eaten yet."

Xu Ye frowned, increased the strength of his hands, and smashed down with bangs.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Do not."

Bang bang bang!

"Are you convinced?"

"Come again."

Xu Ye raised his fist, looking a little tired.

He felt annoyed and wanted to slap the person in front of him to death, so as to avoid wasting time worrying about whether to obey or not.

"No, I don't accept it."

Peng Yue knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Xu Ye, saying as he kowtowed, "I don't accept it. I don't accept it."

He didn't know what was going on, but ever since he ate the salad that day, every time he fought, his blood would boil and a sense of dominance would surge in his heart.

Although he now knows that he cannot beat Xu Ye, and knows that everything he has now is due to Xu Ye.

But he just can't control his mouth.

What he wanted in his mind was to surrender and thank you, but when the words came to his lips, he hardened again.

His mouth didn't seem to allow him to - back down when faced with a problem.

Xu Ye was also speechless by his attitude, and said with a straight face, "Virtue."

He raised his hand and slapped the other person on the neck, and Peng Yue fainted immediately.

"In this game, Xu Ye wins 51 on the 444st floor! Let's applaud him." The referee's excited voice sounded, foreshadowing the end of the game.

Barrage: "True, the king of hard talk."

"Brother, you are soft all over, but you are a little tough on the outside."

"Have you noticed that this man's behavior is a bit like Xu Ye's? Boss Xu Ye would rather die than bow his head."

"Could it be that he was infected because he ate the meat of Boss Xu Ye?"

"Huhu, luckily Boss Xu Ye didn't sell many 'salads' that day. I can't imagine what a horrible scene it would be if he discovered this secret to getting rich and had to make a living by selling meat every day."

……

Meanwhile, in Paradise Valley.

Sang Wen changed his gold-rimmed glasses into sunglasses. After being in the midst of daily fighting, he eventually lost his original elegance.

A group of younger brothers gathered behind him, each holding a gun, a mace and other weapons.

This was the third casino that Sang Wen had cracked down on. He decided that if he was going to do it, he would do it on a big one.

Why not just take over all the casinos in Paradise City and combine them into one big casino to achieve a monopoly position.

The box of nails Xu Ye gave me is extremely useful.

Sang Wen even wanted to use him to rule Paradise Valley, but unfortunately he was not so adept at running other entertainment venues besides the casino.

Sang Wen turned around and instructed Xiao Wu, "Tell all the nearby places to pay the protection fee on time from now on."

Xiao Wu: "So, we should give some of the money we earn to Xu Ye..."

"What nonsense! He must have a share. These are none of your business."

After hearing that Xu Ye could indeed get the money, Xiao Wu said "Oh" and went out happily to do his work.

……

Half a month later,

In the arena of fate, Xu Ye was lying in the lounge.

The flame symbol on my shoulder was getting hotter and hotter, and I didn't know what was happening.

Xu Ye swore that he had never intentionally collected faith points, but for some reason, this thing naturally increased in number until it was about to overflow.

I glanced at the time on my watch: "It's almost time."

Xu Ye stood up and walked towards the ring.

The "80/20 rule" probably exists in every industry. After fighting eighty games, Xu Ye could clearly feel that the strength of the players on the ring had increased significantly, and those who could come up were all talented.

Just like the person in front of him, he had a thin body and wore black-framed glasses. Right at the beginning, he gave Xu Ye a question.

Barrage: "Wait, wait...ask a question?"

"It's still a Chinese studies question. Let's write a poem."

"I'm afraid this guy has traveled through time from ancient times."

As the boy spoke, an invisible pressure rushed towards Xu Ye, and the person in front of him seemed to be taller all of a sudden.

This is the talent of the tall and thin boy. He used to study very hard and loved doing exercises to the point of obsession.

I once studied all night for seven consecutive days and almost died of sudden death. Fortunately, I was rushed to the hospital in time.

Growing up, when other children were on holiday, parents would always be on guard against their children not doing their homework. But the parents of the tall and thin man were worried every day, fearing that their child would only do his homework.

Later, when ghost stories were revived, his talent was also related to this.

When facing an opponent and asking a question, as long as the other party cannot answer it, the morale of your team will be greatly boosted, and it will feel like "looking down on the poor students from a distance."