The Little Guy 07

Fang Zhiyi didn't stop walking. "I don't want to."

"Your physical techniques can only gain power if you believe in the God of War!"

Fang Zhiyi sneered. Mo Xuan said, "Boss, the Martial God faction is full of muscle monsters. I heard my grandpa say that the Empire's defense forces are currently all people from the Martial God faction. They're very fierce. But it doesn't matter, even if you don't get chosen, you're still my boss."

Before he could speak, a strong gust of wind struck from behind.

Fang Zhiyi gently ducked his head, dodging a sneak attack punch.

Looking back, he saw it was Wang He who had launched a sneak attack while he was off guard. "Do the followers of the Martial God only know how to sneak attack? You're an embarrassment."

Wang He flew into a rage out of humiliation. With a loud shout, he charged forward along with the people behind him.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Fang Zhiyi's mouth. His body swayed in a seemingly inexplicable way, but every one of the opponent's attacks merely grazed past his body. His counterattacks were simple—just basic punches. Yet, when his seemingly weak fists landed on his opponents, those who were hit immediately lost their ability to fight.

Mo Xuan, who had finally reacted, watched dumbfounded from the side. His initial worry for Fang Zhiyi had completely turned into awe.

"As expected of my boss, badass."

In less than a moment, Wang He and the others were all lying on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, unable to move.

Wang He looked at Fang Zhiyi with a face full of terror. He never expected that this person who had rejected his invitation would be so powerful. "Fang Zhiyi, you, you..."

This brief fight had already attracted quite a few people, including several teachers who came over to see what was happening.

Fang Zhiyi didn't even have to speak. Mo Xuan immediately stepped forward, "Ah! You guys actually tried to sneak attack me! Thank goodness my good boss stepped in to stop you in time, otherwise I would've been injured!"

"You..."

Because of Mo Xuan's special background, the teachers immediately judged Wang He and his group's actions as instigating trouble. Fang Zhiyi wasn't even questioned, and with Mo Xuan vigorously vouching for him, he swaggered away from the scene.

"Boss, you're so fierce. There didn't seem to be any special ability on your fists, how come just a touch could..."

Fang Zhiyi reached out and pinched Mo Xuan's arm. In just an instant, Mo Xuan felt an electric shock run through his entire arm, and the hand seemingly lost all sensation.

He was greatly alarmed. "What, what kind of ability is this?"

Fang Zhiyi laughed, "Bullshit ability. This is called acupoint striking, it comes from... an ancient martial arts sect." He then added, "I read it in a book."

Mo Xuan's eyes widened. "Read it in a book? Reading is good, gotta read books!"

The current rumor in the school was that Fang Zhiyi was actually Mo Xuan's personal bodyguard.

Considering the previous events and seeing that the two were almost inseparable, everyone was very convinced by this theory.

Fang Zhiyi didn't really care. As long as he could live his days in peace and quiet, anything was fine.

The days passed quickly, and the day of the Divine Selection arrived. Fang Zhiyi had prepared early. In the morning, Mo Xuan came to find him in high spirits, and they went to the Divine Selection venue together. Many people had already gathered here, including those who had been taught a lesson by Fang Zhiyi. They were currently glaring at Fang Zhiyi with malicious intent.

No matter how good Fang Zhiyi was at fighting before, he was still an ordinary person. Once they were chosen, couldn't they seek revenge at any time?

As names were called out one by one, some of the people who went on stage headed straight for the deity they believed in, while others looked around, unable to make up their minds. Mo Xuan felt anxious watching this. "If you ask me, they shouldn't have so many worries. Cast a wide net to catch fish, just kowtow to them one by one and be done with it. I don't believe that out of so many gods, not a single one is missing a gatekeeper..."

Little Hei turned his head to look at Mo Xuan. "No wonder this guy could gain the favor of three gods at once. After all this time, this was his mindset?"

Mo Xuan went on stage. He looked at Fang Zhiyi reluctantly; if he wasn't afraid of getting kicked, he would have nagged a few more words.

Sure enough, his wide-net approach paid off. The entire venue fell into silence, and even the ability users maintaining order were dumbfounded.

"The recognition of three gods? Who is that?"

"It's Mo Xuan, right? The only heir of the Mo family."

"Holy crap! If this wasn't the Divine Selection, I would definitely think it was rigged."

Mo Xuan experienced the rare treatment of a main character. Everyone looked at him with envy, jealousy, adoration... He waved his hand and returned to Fang Zhiyi's side.

Fang Zhiyi hadn't even opened his mouth yet.

Mo Xuan whispered, "I ran out of energy, otherwise I could have kowtowed to a few more. Boss, trust me, kowtow to them one by one. Your physique is definitely stronger than mine..."

Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. Hold it in, this male lead is just asking for a beating, not deserving of death.

"Fang Zhiyi!" As his name was called, many people turned their heads.

Unlike the original owner's invisible presence, Fang Zhiyi could be considered a prominent figure these days. Almost everyone in the school who liked to cause trouble had been beaten up by him. He especially loved to slap people in the face when fighting. What was even more infuriating was that, clearly he was the one who beat people up, but Mo Xuan would immediately jump out to clean up his mess. With things playing out like this, those who got beaten could only swallow their broken teeth.

"The God of War?" someone muttered.

Rumors about Fang Zhiyi being a follower of the God of War had always been around. Since he beat up Wang He and the others, this rumor seemed even more real.

After all, followers of other gods weren't this violent.

"He definitely won't make it. He doesn't even have a Divine Mark, how could he possibly gain a god's favor."

"Exactly. He just has some good moves. In terms of potential, he can't even compare to Wang He."

"But he beat up Wang He and his gang last time, maybe he has some special ability?"

"Impossible. Without a god's blessing, no matter how powerful his physical techniques are, it's useless."

Fang Zhiyi stood on the stage. Mo Xuan clenched his fists tightly. Boss, listen to me! Kowtow to them one by one! He saw Fang Zhiyi walk to the very edge and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That's the way!

Who knew that Fang Zhiyi would merely stand under that towering divine statue, look up at it for a moment, and then stroll over to the next statue, look at it as well, and keep walking.

"What is he doing?"

"Wait... isn't he going to pray to the gods?"

"This guy's actions make it look like he's here to inspect the gods."

"Don't talk nonsense."

The discussions offstage grew louder and louder. The priest of the Divine Assembly also frowned and shouted at Fang Zhiyi, "Fang Zhiyi, carry out the ritual as soon as possible!"

It wasn't until he had looked at all the statues in a full circle that Fang Zhiyi walked back to his original position.

As expected, he didn't recognize a single one of them here!

"Fang Zhiyi, proceed with the ritual immediately!" the priest urged.

Fang Zhiyi glanced at that teacher, suddenly raised his hand, and flashed an international hand gesture at the divine statue in front of him.

The crowd below the stage instantly exploded in an uproar.

"What, what is he doing! What does that gesture mean?"

"I don't know, but looking at that gesture makes me very uncomfortable."

"Fang Zhiyi! Are you showing contempt for the gods?!" an angry shout rang out.