"What's so great about a literary duel? It's too feminine, let's have a physical one!" Xiao Jingwen said excitedly.
"Indeed, a physical duel is more thrilling! What we love to see most are fisticuff battles between men! Like Western knightly duels, it's either you die or I die!" Mia echoed in agreement.
They loved watching men fight the most. Why did they become Yang Feilong's fan girls? Because they had loved watching people fight since they were little – fight videos, fight TV shows, and of course, real-life fights were the best.
However, the best fights were when Yang Feilong was fighting someone else!
Because Yang Feilong was too handsome!
They had seen many people who could fight, but none of them could even compare to Yang Feilong in terms of looks.
Handsome and a good fighter, and so young, only slightly older than them, considered peers, naturally attracted the two cousins.
Hearing the two girls' words, everyone present was quite speechless.
You're girls, how can you say such unladylike things? Is this really okay?
Mi Kang's forehead was covered in black lines, feeling that his two sisters were really a bit embarrassing. He coughed and explained, "Cough, cough, the literary duel I mentioned is not the usual verbose literary duel, but a refined combat!"
"A refined combat?"
"There are air pistols, air rifles, archery, billiards, and various other sports here! There are so many events to compete in, which one wouldn't be exciting?"
"I have no objections, I'm just afraid someone won't dare." Wu Hua shrugged and said with a faint smile, using a provocation.
Without knowing the opponent's background, he still couldn't suppress his anger. Moreover, he could tell that Mi Kang seemed to dislike Yang Feilong, which made things easier. And based on Han Yun's previous performance, perhaps his only advantage was his good looks. Don't little beauties like handsome guys? Based on comprehensive analysis, the opponent had no formidable background, otherwise, Mi Kang wouldn't have this attitude!
People like Mi Kang were a tier above his own social circle.
He didn't know them, could the other person be higher? Obviously not!
So he wasn't afraid!
The more he thought about it, the fewer Wu Hua's worries became. However, since Mi Kang proposed a literary duel, he naturally couldn't go against it, otherwise, it would be disrespecting him.
"Heh heh." Yang Feilong smiled faintly, "In this world, there are really few things I fear! I will accept any form of combat!"
"What a shame, it's not hand-to-hand combat!" Xiao Jingwen sighed. Seeing everyone looking at her, she coughed and pretended to be elegant, "Although it's not hand-to-hand combat, this kind of duel is also good! Brother Feilong, I'm rooting for you! Go!"
Mia said nothing, just looked at Yang Feilong curiously. He even knew these things? Could he be a renaissance man?
"Since neither of you has any objections, then it's settled!" Mi Kang breathed a sigh of relief when no one opposed him this time, especially since his two sisters seemed satisfied. With a smile, he said, "Then how about best of three? As for which events to compete in, you decide yourselves!"
"I'm good with anything!" Wu Hua, who was a renaissance man in school, shrugged proudly.
"Although I haven't played any of these before, I believe I won't lose!" Yang Feilong said calmly.
"......" Hearing Yang Feilong's words, everyone present almost burst out laughing.
Are you serious?
You haven't played anything before, and you dare to gamble with someone? Perhaps you think there's no loss if you lose?
After all, you said you haven't played before, so losing wouldn't be shameful!
"If a literary duel has no stakes, wouldn't it be boring! Since someone boasted that even if he hasn't played before, he won't lose, then let's bet on something?" Wu Hua said with a hint of sarcasm, looking at Yang Feilong coldly.
"What do you want to bet?" Yang Feilong looked at Wu Hua with a faint cold smile.
"If you lose, you leave Han Yun! How about it? And if I lose, I will stop pestering her! Do you dare?" Wu Hua looked at Yang Feilong, his gaze burning.
"Okay!" Yang Feilong nodded. This was no loss for him at all!
"It seems you don't like Han Yun that much either!" Wu Hua said sarcastically to Yang Feilong.
"Because I won't lose!" Yang Feilong shrugged and gave Wu Hua a mocking look. "I agreed, it's just so that you clown stop bothering her! So she doesn't feel disgusted and can't eat every day! It pains me to see it!"
Han Yun: "......"
Since the arrival of the two little devils, she felt that the situation was slightly out of control. Now, she felt like she was completely an onlooker, watching Yang Feilong perform.
She once thought she was superfluous and shouldn't have come here.
Now that it finally involved her, she didn't expect Yang Feilong and Wu Hua to be arguing again. And it was the first time she realized Yang Feilong's tongue was so sharp, fierce, and venomous. Why was he so awkward with her before? Perhaps it was because he really had feelings for her, so he was nervous when facing her?
But if you argue with Wu Hua like this, he might tear off his mask and make a move against you behind your back later!
Thinking of this, Han Yun felt worried!
"You......" Wu Hua almost spat blood.
Endure!
Grace!
Dignity!
He kept repeating these words in his heart, only then did he suppress the urge to rush over and beat Yang Feilong up.
The two little devils watched Yang Feilong make Wu Hua's face turn red, almost exploding, their eyes lit up. It was truly eye-opening, you could even argue like this?
Mi Kang looked deeply at Yang Feilong. Only then did he understand why he could captivate his two sisters. They were the same type of people, roguish, and so handsome. Damn it, he was even a little handsomer than me.
He naturally couldn't let the situation collapse further. He quickly said, "Since you are all so confident, I will choose three events for you! Basketball, air pistol, and archery! How about it?"
"I can do it!" Wu Hua took a deep breath and glared at Yang Feilong, saying, I'll make sure you can't back down later!
"I have no objections either!" Yang Feilong said calmly, his expression serene and unfazed.
He looked handsome no matter how you looked at him!
Liu Wei and the others watched the contrast in their expressions and secretly shook their heads. Although they were business friends of Wu Hua, in comparison, they found that Wu Hua's usual composure and confidence seemed to have completely disappeared. In front of Yang Feilong, he was like a clown.
"Who is this Yang Feilong?" They were all curious about Yang Feilong.
Regardless of whether Yang Feilong had any background, based on his current performance, he would surely achieve great things in the future!
"Besides the previous bet, do you dare to bet on anything else!" Wu Hua suddenly said in a deep voice.
"Oh? What do you want to bet? I'm not interested in anything too small!" Yang Feilong rubbed his nose and said faintly.
"Money!" Wu Hua said coldly. "Ten million per round!"
"Okay!" Yang Feilong gave Wu Hua a slightly strange look. He didn't expect him to be a money-waster like his brother, giving him money? In this regard, Yang Feilong couldn't possibly refuse such a good suggestion!
Wu Hua had prepared some sarcastic and taunting words, but when he heard Yang Feilong agree directly, he almost choked!
"Hmph!" Wu Hua was very unhappy because he hadn't managed to hit Yang Feilong.