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Jun Quxie finally understood why Feng Wuhen had been chosen by the alchemist Singed.

Because their natures are not only similar, but practically identical.

"Are you sure you don't want to go? It costs a gold coin."

Feng Wuhen shook his head like a rattle-drum, spouting nonsense.

Although Loguetown is a starting village, Simpson's level is definitely among the top in the starting village, and Simpson has superhuman strength, with wrists that look like they're made of iron.

At this stage, it would be a miracle if we could defeat him.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it. Well, I'll take your place."

After Jun Quxie finished speaking, he walked into the arena and stood opposite Simpson, under Feng Wuhen's horrified gaze.

Simpson was still recovering from the struggle. He sat in his chair, his face flushed, panting heavily.

Upon seeing Jun Quxie, a pair of bull-like eyes stared at him with suspicion: "You greenhorn, what are you doing here? Didn't your mother teach you that there are some places you can't come to?"

Jun Quxie looked down at him defiantly and said, "I dare to stand here because I have my reasons. Does Simpson, the Horned Strongman of Loguetown, have chickened out?!"

The bar, which had been bustling with noise just moments before, fell silent instantly.

Immediately afterwards, even louder shouts, cheers, curses, and oaths erupted.

"Damn it, how dare these outsider adventurers insult Loguetown, Simpson!"

"Another challenger who's throwing money at the problem."

"You're as skinny as a chick, come down here!"

"Break his arm."

"Brother Xie, keep it up. Even if we lose, we should lose with dignity."

As soon as Feng Wuhen shouted for Jun Quxie, he was met with more than a dozen pairs of angry eyes.

He had a premonition that if he said another word, he would be subjected to a brutal and inhumane torment by the owners of those dozen or so pairs of eyes.

Simpson, of course, wouldn't back down, especially since it involved the honor of Loguetown: "Kid, don't blame me if your arm is broken, and don't cry."

"Of course I won't blame you. However, before the match starts, would you like to rest for ten minutes? I'm afraid you're already exhausted. Even if I beat you, I'll feel guilty."

Hint: You have gained Thorne's favor.

Hint: You have gained Allen's favor.

Hint: You have gained Stephen's favor.

Hint: You have won over Hopkins.

……

This action garnered a lot of goodwill, which was ultimately useless.

Seeing Simpson's face turn a deep reddish-purple, Jun Quxie knew that his provocation had worked.

He is not a gentleman.

They will not hesitate to take advantage of others' misfortunes or betray those who have helped them.

Simpson is not someone to be trifled with.

Jun Quxie only defeated him when he was about to leave Rogge Town after reaching level 10.

All things considered, Jun Quxie is only level 5. If it weren't for allocating all his points to Strength, and the 5 free attribute points given by the system for the first kill of the BOSS, which were also all allocated to Strength.

He really wouldn't dare to go toe-to-toe with Simpson right now.

If Thorne or Simpson suggested that they needed to rest for three to five minutes after just dealing with a challenger, Jun Quxie really wouldn't know how to stop them.

He brought it up now in order to provoke Simpson.

A real man doesn't rest.

As expected, Simpson fell for it.

"No need to rest, hurry up and come, Eliza is still waiting for me in bed."

After Simpson finished speaking, the bar erupted in laughter again.

Jun Quxie showed a hint of shyness: "Then I'm sorry."

……

"He truly deserves to be my idol!"

"Although he has ruthless methods, he is kind and compassionate."

Feng Wuhen was so moved by Jun Quxie that he cried.

In a chaotic place like a bar, he still maintained such high moral standards.

Feng Wuhen believes he has a responsibility to vindicate his idol.

Claims of being a bloodthirsty killer, a stalker of low-level characters, and a team leader stealing equipment are all blatant slanders from enemies.

"Why not start a live stream and let all the players be impressed by their idol's sense of justice?"

Without further ado, Feng Wuhen started a live stream on the forum's live streaming section.

The idol in the bar is a gentleman—polite, humble, and respectful.

Jun Quxie was very popular on the forum, and Feng Wuhen was no unknown figure either, so as soon as the live stream started, it instantly attracted many players who had already logged off.

"Is this a bar in the game? I thought the game would be boring after dark when the monsters went into hiding, but I didn't expect there to be such a good place."

"Feng Shao got tired of real-life bars, so he started partying in the game's bars."

"What is the Evil Lord doing?"

Feng Wuhen explained to the audience: "The Evil Lord is going to arm wrestle with the strongman in the bar. If he wins, he will get a gold coin."

"The key point is not gold and money, but the way the evil lord conducts himself, which reveals his noble and righteous character in every little detail."

……

"Is everything ready?" old Thorne asked.

Jun Quxie and Simpson nodded in agreement.

"start!"

Old Thorne gave the order.

Instantly, a tremendous force erupted from Simpson's wrist.

"Damn, this was too hasty."

Jun Quxie's most direct feeling was that he was not dealing with a person, but a wall.

The situation went from being evenly matched five seconds ago, to wavering five seconds later, and then gradually turning against them twenty seconds later...

Simpson wore a confident smile.

"Kid, admit defeat."

Jun Quxie remained silent.

He was puzzled. Why was Simpson's strength so different after only a few days?

Could it be because of Eliza?

No matter the reason, Junquxie must not lose.

At Thorne Bar's arm-wrestling competition, held every weekend, Jun Quxie refused to waste a single week.

Arm wrestling is a pulling and stretching process.

Jun Quxie wanted to pull for a while, but time didn't allow it, so he immediately used all his strength.

"Kid, I've thought too highly of you."

"Hold on a little longer, kid, I'll bet you thirty copper coins."

Slowly, the sound of cheering for Jun Quxie filled the bar.

Seeing this, Simpson increased the force of his right hand by another ten percent.

"Give up, or your skinny little arm will really break."

Am I very meticulous?

Unfortunately, Jun Quxie cannot speak.

Because once you open your mouth, your breath will dissipate.

"...A heroic and tragic evil lord, facing an enemy as powerful as a bull's horns, he was fearless and undaunted, boldly challenging him. Brothers, what kind of spirit is this? This is the spirit of the strong!!"

"Those of you who were slandering Xiejun on the forum, don't you feel ashamed right now?!"

Feng Wuhen was live-streaming, speaking with great enthusiasm and passion.

Everyone could see that Jun Quxie was going to lose, but his spirit of never admitting defeat really inspired a group of people, including Feng Wuhen's sister, Feng Liuli.

"Tears welled up in my eyes. I admire people who play games to this extent."

"This is the true demeanor of a strong person. The article about the brutal blood is absolutely slandering the Evil Lord."

"Never abandon, never give up, love, love."

Unfortunately, Jun Quxie doesn't feel the support from the players.

The situation is extremely precarious...

Jun Quxie gritted his teeth.

He lifted his foot and stomped hard on Simpson's toes.

"what!!"

Simpson let out a scream.

Everyone in the bar was stunned.

Stepping on toes?

Is this even possible?!

How despicable and shameless!