boyutpedia Chapter 16 Fame Value? Weapon Ranking!
Chapter 16 Fame Value? Weapon Ranking!
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"Iron Spear Little Tyrant's" already purplish face turned bright red, as if scorched by a blazing furnace. All his pent-up resentment erupted at that moment, "Pretty boy, take this!"
With a roar, Yang Chengzhu drew his spear, twisted his waist, and unleashed a counter-attack.
In an instant, the silver spear with its red tassel transformed into a treacherous and venomous snake, spitting out its gleaming, venomous barbs as it lunged at Wei Wu, who sat calmly.
Without turning his head, Wei Wu grabbed the woman who was close to him and threw her at Yang Chengzhu like a sandbag.
Panic flashed in Yang Chengzhu's eyes. He shouted "Despicable!" and his spear, once drawn, was hard to retract, piercing straight and steadily into the woman's shoulder.
"You're using a gun?" Wei Wu's expression darkened slightly. He stood up, pulled a handful of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, and casually tossed them aside.
"Knock knock knock—"
Several chopsticks shot out like a rain of pear blossoms, grazing the woman's head, face, neck, and hands... Each one precisely struck Yang Chengzhu, splattering countless drops of blood.
At the same time, the immense force from the chopsticks combined to send Yang Chengzhu flying backward, eventually pinning him to the wall.
Wei Wu then stood up and said, "I think this woman is right. You dare call yourself 'Iron Spear'?"
Lin Xian'er looked at Wei Wu at this moment, her eyes flashing with intelligence. She immediately tightened her clothes and obediently sat on the bench. According to her analysis of the "Wei Wu User Manual" that she had compiled over the past year, Wei Wu was very angry right now.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, a faint "川" (river) forming between them before quickly relaxing. A lingering question remained: "He was in a good mood earlier, but as soon as we got near this tavern, he seemed to suddenly become quiet and withdrawn, his mood clouded... Why?"
Lin Xian'er's gaze secretly swept around:
The boy in the corner kept his head down, like a stone far removed from the world, silently drinking and eating. The wine wasn't good, and the food wasn't good either, but he ate very carefully, unwilling to waste even a single bite.
The two ugly freaks were still sitting opposite each other. Lin Xian'er could only see the blue light in the eyes of the tall man opposite her. When she subconsciously avoided his gaze, she caught a glimpse of a hand under his sleeve - an iron hand that was entirely blue-green!
With just one glance, Lin Xian'er quickly looked away as if she had been stung by a scorpion.
Yang Chengzhu's group of people, the tall one stood up angrily to confront Wei Wu. His hands were more than twice the size of a normal person's, with rough skin and thick knuckles. His arms were even more astonishing, with his forearms and upper arms being the same thickness. Even in winter, he still wore his sleeves bare, so the blue veins on his muscles, which were bent like earthworms, could be clearly seen.
The short man, as swift as a monkey, snatched the gun from the woman's hand and threw it on the ground. He then helped her sit down, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage as he looked at Yang Chengzhu and Wei Wu.
As for the people at the last table, they were still slowly and methodically wiping their javelins.
So who exactly displeased Wei Wu?
Lin Xian'er thought for a moment, but her body shrank even more, and she sat cautiously in the corner, her heart sinking: "Could it be me?"
Wei Wu's gaze swept coldly around the room. "Right now, I just want to drink, not kill anyone."
"But if anyone makes me unhappy, I can only tell them to watch out in their next life."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chengzhu's eyes bulged out, his eyeballs rolled upwards, his face turned ashen, and blood gushed from his seven orifices. The blood flowing from all his wounds turned purple, and when it dripped onto the ground, it made a sizzling sound.
"What a potent poison!"
Everyone who was close to Yang Chengzhu instinctively took a step back.
Even the seemingly isolated boy and the one-eyed man couldn't help but raise their heads.
A flicker of disgust flashed in the boy's eyes.
One-Eyed Dragon looked closely at Yang Chengzhu, subconsciously touched his severed ear, then shook his head and began cleaning his last throwing spear.
The innkeeper was stunned. Trembling, he carried the wine and dishes to Wei Wu's table and then left in a trembling manner.
Wei Wu first poured himself a full cup of wine and drank it down, only then did his gloomy expression soften.
Just now, as he approached the tavern, his cheat system, which resembled a third-rate pay-to-win mobile game, finally reacted.
On the rough interface, there was originally only a blurry figure sitting cross-legged in a sloppy style. The "+" in the dantian area had been replaced by a phantom throwing knife. Above the throwing knife was a progress bar, which was currently grayed out, indicating no progress.
But as he approached the tavern, a golden light appeared beside the little figure [...], which, when clicked, revealed a message—
[The host's killing of Qin Xiaoyi has been exposed, and his infamy is beginning to spread. He has gained 136 reputation points!]
[Fame points depend on the host's popularity in the martial arts world. The higher the popularity, the wider the spread of the story, and the more fame points you gain!]
Reputation points can currently be used to accelerate martial arts training.
Let's explore the remaining features later!
After Wei Wu finished reading the message, the "..." that was originally in the upper left corner of the interface changed to "Fame Value": 137 - his message was spreading, and his fame value increased by 1 point in a short period of time.
A "+" sign has also appeared on the virtual Little Li Flying Dagger.
Wei Wu went all in on his reputation points, and 137 reputation points disappeared. Little Li Flying Dagger's progress bar moved almost imperceptibly, probably close to 1%.
If you want to push Little Li Flying Dagger to 100%, the amount of fame points required would be enormous!
No wonder Wei Wu had such a dark expression just now.
"You should have said you wanted fame points! You wasted a year of my time in the plum garden!"
Wei Wu was a little annoyed, but not much. After a few cups of wine, a warm feeling filled his body, and as he exhaled a breath of wine, he felt refreshed again.
"But what should I do about this reputation value? There's no time to do good deeds, but doing bad deeds... I can't just run around killing people in the streets!"
As Wei Wu pondered, his gaze met that of the one-eyed dragon as he retrieved the last flying spear.
Wei Wu seemed to be thinking. There seemed to be such a character in "The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword", but he forgot the name of the person. It seemed to be a minor character with a decent reputation.
One-Eyed Dragon noticed Wei Wu staring at him, so he yanked open his shirt, revealing the numerous knife straps on his chest. He drank a cup of wine—his first in the shop—and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Wei Wu said, "You look familiar, but I can't remember who you are."
If he said this to a woman, a beautiful or wealthy woman, judging by his handsome face, she might smile and go along with what he said.
Unfortunately, the one-eyed giant was not only not a woman, but also not very good-looking—no matter how good-looking he was, once someone cut off one of his ears and gouged out one of his eyes, he would never be good-looking again.
A mocking smile flashed across the green-robed woman's face as the silver spear pierced her shoulder. "I thought I was just old and faded, no longer attractive. Turns out I'm a homosexual, though my taste isn't very good!"
The one-eyed giant stared at her menacingly, one hand resting on the javelin, its red tassel as crimson as blood. His voice carried a chilling intent: "'Water Snake' Hu Mei, do you want to die?"
The tall man and the short man simultaneously grabbed Hu Mei's arm and covered his mouth.
The tall man with bluish eyes suddenly sneered, "So it's you!"
The zombie, its eyes glowing green, didn't turn its head, simply tossed a peanut into its mouth, and asked, "Who?"
"Ranked forty-seventh on the weapon ranking list, the Flying Spear, Swallow in Pairs!"
"It's forty-six!"
Yan Shuangfei slammed his fist on the table in anger, glaring at the speaker and saying, "'Azure Demon Hand' Yi Ku! I recognize you, ninth on the Weapon Ranking. There's no time like the present, let's make me climb into the top ten of the Weapon Ranking today!"
This man forgot about Wei Wu, and as he spoke, he placed his hands on two flying spears, one long and one short.
But Wei Wu stood up at that moment, his gloomy face vanished, and he laughed heartily, "Thank you."
"Thank you?" Yan Shuangfei was puzzled. This thank you was inexplicable. Could it be that you were thanking him for sparing his life?
Wei Wu picked up the wine bowl in front of him, took a sip, and then said, "I was just thinking about how to make a name for myself in the martial arts world, and you've given me a way."
Yan Shuangfei's eyes immediately turned fierce: "What, you want to be on the weapon ranking list too?"
Wei Wu laughed and said, "I don't think it's difficult!"
"Arrogant!"