The Miracle Doctor: Call Me Savior

"Whoa, the bald ass is going to attack us together!" An Wei sneered. "We'll hit either one or two. What's the use of finding so many excuses?"

The audience around, especially those in the scattered cultivators' camp, burst into an uproar.

"F**k, two against one, do you still want to be shameless?" The furious Wang Tiejun roared.

"Shameless, this is the so-called martial arts master, shameless!"

"Don't talk about the inheritance of martial arts or the dignity of the martial arts world. It's bullshit!"

"I've seen the ugly face of a member of a prominent sect today."

...

The influence of the noble sects and sects was much smaller at the moment. It wasn't that they had fewer people. It was that this matter was indeed a little against the rules of the martial dao. Zheng Wuxiong was originally a senior in Wulin. He had been famous for many years. If he fought with An Wei alone, he was already a bully.

And now, another Monk Baohong was here to join. It was already an obvious advantage of numbers to fight two martial arts masters against one.

Even though the people from the major sects were on Zheng Wu Xiong's side, many of the disciples were still somewhat confused. Of course, there were still quite a few people who expressed their support, and the Zheng Family jumped the most joyfully.

"This is to get rid of the scourge for our martial arts world, not to fight on the arena. What's the problem?"

"That's right. Master Baohong and Master Zheng have a profound sense of justice. They will attack the evil disciples for everyone. This is an extremely good thing."

...

Immediately, the people from both camps started scolding him again.

"Shameless thing, shit!"

"What did you say?"

"I say, your Zheng Family, your big sects are smelly sh*t!"

"Just you wait!"

"Wait and see. You want to beat me, don't you? Your Zheng Family is awesome. If you don't accept it, you can beat them. How imposing you are!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I say that?"

...

"Calm down!" While the crowd was busy, a voice rang out, immediately suppressing all the noise on the spot.

The crowd looked over at them. At this moment, the intelligent nun floated down from the podium and landed on the arena. Then, she glanced at everyone. Finally, her gaze fell on An Wei. She said, "It is my duty to kill villains and eliminate evil for the people!" Everyone was stunned. Then, it was as if a cup of tea had been boiled and the pot had exploded.

Especially the people in the scattered cultivators' camp. At the moment, all of them were filled with indignation. Their cheeks were red, and their eyes were red. Needless to say, they were so angry.

Wang Tiejun took the lead and roared angrily, "Just now I said that you were shameless, but I didn't expect that there were even more shameless people. It's not enough for two people to fight one person, but now three people are coming." "A bald dork isn't enough. An old woman has joined us. That's too shameless of you."

"You three old shameless people!"

"Old man, do you have a reason to be so united when bullying people?"

"F*ck, what f*cking martial arts world is this? I want to quit."

...

Zachary lowered his eyes at the moment, and indescribable anger was surging in his chest. He thought that Zheng Wuxiong and others would be shameless, but he did not expect them to be so shameless. Three martial art masters dealt with An Wei alone. This was the so-called martial arts world and the so-called righteous martial arts world. It was really ridiculous.

Moreover, although An Wei's current strength was good, it was no problem for him to beat a Wu Dao master. It would be very difficult for him to beat two people. If he tried his best, he might have a glimmer of hope to win. But if he fought with three people, he would definitely lose.

Zheng Wuxiong saw that the discussion was getting louder and louder. He took a step forward and made a gesture, which immediately made the voices from the famous sects and schools become quiet. However, on the side of the rogue cultivators, there were constant curses.

But Zheng Wuxiong shouted softly and covered up the abuse of the rogue cultivators. He said, "In today's battle, Master Baohong and the portrait master were warmhearted because of me, Zheng Wuxiong. If there is anything you are dissatisfied with, you can just fight against me, Zheng Wuxiong!"

Zheng Wu Xiong's words did sound kind of imposing as a martial arts master, which immediately lowered the curses on the spot.

But then, he changed the subject and said, "Today is not a contest, but a battle to defeat the rebels. Master Baohong, draw ten days to unite with the three of us to kill the rebels. Of course, in order to demonstrate the justice of our martial arts circle and the style of competition, you can choose two men to fight with you. Three versus three, we won't take advantage of you."

As soon as he finished his words, those who thought Zheng Wuxiong was a master just now immediately cursed him in a louder voice than before.

"What the f*ck. How could he say such shameless words confidently?"

"Three against one. How dare you claim to be so high-sounding and flatter yourself. Shame on you!" "Zheng Wu Xiong's face is so thick that I don't think he can even break through the atomic bomb!"

"Shameless to the extreme. It's a shame for such a person to be in charge of our martial arts world."

...

Of course, the opposite voices from the camp of the big sects also rang out one after another.

"What are you talking about? Master Zheng's words make sense."

"That's right. It's already been three against three, and he didn't take advantage of us. What else do you want to say? Don't tell me you want to outnumber us?" "Master Zheng is doing this for the sake of our martial arts community's development. Even if it's three-on-one, I will support you."

...

Listening to these voices, Zachary's eyes turned cold, and the anger in his heart burned.

Zheng Wu Xiong had made it sound like a three-to-three-on-three fight to show fairness, but in fact, it was not fair at all.

Not to mention under such circumstances, who in the martial arts world would dare to help An Wei? After all, once he stood out, he must have offended three big sects.

Taking a step back, even if someone stood out, no one had the strength of a Martial Arts Master. After all, there were only so many Martial Arts Masters in the martial arts world, and no one could help An Wei here. Hence, while it was said that these three matches were fair, in reality, it was completely a type of lie.

On the arena, An Wei's face also sank. He was well aware of the current situation. If he really fought with the three martial arts masters, he had no chance to win.

The curses from below were still going on. Led by the rogue cultivators, Wang Tiejun, many of them were filled with righteous indignation at this moment, and they started to curse Zheng Wuxiong and the others.

"I'll curse you today. Zheng Wu Xiong is a coward without guts. I'm the first one to be unconvinced."

"Count me in. You say I'm a martial arts master? Shameless. This shit martial arts world, I don't want to stay here. It's nobler to go home and farm than to you."

...

In the abuse, Monk Baohong stood up and said Buddha's greetings. The old monk spoke, "Although today's battle is to get rid of the rebels, I know that I am guilty. However, if this person does not get rid of him, the martial arts world will be uneasy for a day. Because I have to take action. After this battle, I'm willing to resign from the position of the chief of Yuanbao Temple and enter the mountain to isolate myself from the affairs of the world."

Zheng Wuxiong frowned and cooperated, "Master Bohong, you can't do that. If so, we will lose a master in the martial arts world. At the end of the day, this is still the matter of our Zheng Family's martial arts. It should be me, Zheng Wuxiong, to close the door of life and death!"

Master Baohong waved his hand and said, "Amitabha, Master Zheng, there's no need to say much. For the martial dao and martial dao, this poor monk has made up his mind."

Immediately, the people of the big sects below shouted.

"Master Baohong, you can't close the door of life and death. That's the loss of our martial arts world."

"Master, you are doing this for the good of our Wulin world. There is nothing wrong with justice. You don't have to blame yourself."

"That's right. Master, for the sake of a bad thief, it's a great loss for us to lose you masters!"

"The three masters would rather bear the name of the curse than join hands to fight against the villains! It takes a lot of courage and generosity! You deserve to be the great masters of this generation!"

...novelbin

This group of people shouted, and some of them even had tears in their eyes. It seemed that they were sad for the pressure and misunderstanding they were under.

On the other side, the rogue cultivator was so angry that he couldn't speak.

At this moment, they couldn't think of a word to describe the shamelessness of these people.

"F*ck you! I've never seen anyone as shameless as you!"

"Are you still crying? Are you excited because of their wonderful acting skills?"

"F*ck, these masters have really renewed my perception of the shamelessness of the world. Admirable, admirable!"

...

There was a lot of abuse, but at this moment, Zheng Wu Xiong and others pretended not to hear it. They turned their eyes and looked at An Wei.

"Evil man, the rules have been set. Do you dare to fight?"

"Evil Man An, why are you still hesitating? It's too late to do that now that you know it's too late!"

"Evil man, if you surrender now and kill us, we can spare your life."

...

An Wei's lips were tightly pursed. His face was cold, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was gloomy.

He really wanted to go to the arena and teach these shameless guys a lesson. When he knew that he alone would definitely not be able to defeat the three of them. If he failed, his martial arts would definitely be abolished. At that time, no one would be able to avenge his years of hatred.

As for inviting help, An Wei glanced around the people at the scene and could not help revealing a bitter smile.

Even the An Family Boxing Hall, which had the closest relationship with him, stood on his opposite side at this moment. In this case, who else would come forward to help him?

Moreover, even if they made a move, these people's martial arts would have no effect at all.

"An Wei, you quickly choose two men and then fight with them on the stage." Zheng Wuxiong urged.

"Choose two. I think an evil person like him won't be able to get help because there's no one helping him," Miaohui said coldly.

"Amitabha, benefactor, let go of the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. If you repent now, maybe it's still not too late."

An Wei sneered and swept his eyes over the crowd. Then he showed a decisive look and raised his right leg, ready to go to the arena.

At this time, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the crowd of rogue cultivators. "Swordsman An, wait a minute. Count me in!"