F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 244 Trial of Glory, Scene 1

These words were spoken with such righteous indignation and awe-inspiring conviction.

It was as if Chen Yifan wasn't pushing Zhao Hu into a fire pit, but rather giving him a chance to prove himself.

Zhao Hu stood there, completely dumbfounded.

He felt as if his brain was being trampled repeatedly by ten thousand alpacas.

What is that?

The sole survivor?

To seek justice for Thor?

I fucking... I fucking beg your grandma's leg!

and also!

That fat man, that girl, and even you, the one who framed and twisted the truth!

Could it be a ghost?

All he wanted to do was rush up to Chen Yifan, grab him by the neck, shake him wildly, and ask him, "What the hell is your conscience? Did a dog eat it?"

However, he can't.

Because everyone's eyes were now focused on him.

Those gazes contained sympathy, expectation, and scrutiny.

He has now been put on stage by Chen Yifan with just a few words.

If he dares to say "no" now, it would be tantamount to admitting that everything Chen Yifan just said was bullshit!

When that happens, the two sides will clash and suffer heavy losses.

What's even more deadly is that the look that Miss Mu Wanqing gave her was icy cold and carried an unquestionable command.

That look in his eyes clearly said: Go along with him.

Zhao Hu felt like he was about to grind his back teeth to powder.

All the grievances he's ever suffered in his life combined don't amount to as much as what he's experienced in these past two days!

"good!"

Looking at Zhao Hu's face, which was flushed with anger, Barton agreed without hesitation.

In his view, although Zhao Hu looked big, he was covered in wounds and his breathing was weak, which meant he had been seriously injured in the previous battle.

Letting him go first is practically giving away a free kill.

"Since you're so bold, then we'll grant your wish!"

A cruel smile appeared on Patton's face.

He waved his hand behind him.

A burly man, also over two meters tall, with bulging muscles and carrying two huge battle axes, stepped out.

"Jack, go and send this 'hero' on his way." Barton's tone was full of contempt.

"Yes." The burly man named Jack grinned and clashed his two battle axes together in front of his chest, producing a piercing metallic clang.

His gaze toward Zhao Hu was filled with bloodthirsty excitement, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

It’s over.

Zhao Hu's heart sank to the bottom.

He recognized Jack; he was Patton's top henchman, known for his strength and ferocious attacks.

Given my current condition, my chances of winning against him are less than 10%.

"Little brother, don't be afraid!"

Just as Zhao Hu was feeling hopeless, Chen Yifan came over again and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

He spoke quickly in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Don't fight him head-on, stall for time."

"Use your best methods to exhaust him."

"Remember, you're not here to win, you're here to... wear him down."

Zhao Hu suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Yifan.

He saw a cold, calculating glint in Chen Yifan's dark eyes, a glint completely at odds with his usual honest and simple demeanor.

He understood instantly.

Chen Yifan didn't send him to the first stage to die.

Instead, let him exhaust the opponent's strongest fighting force!

Although he's still a jerk.

But at least, it gave him a glimmer of hope.

Zhao Hu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the raging anger in his heart.

He didn't look at Chen Yifan again, but silently raised the tower shield in his hand.

"Come on," he growled at the burly man named Jack.

Since there is no way to retreat.

Then let's fight to our hearts' content!

……

Battle is imminent.

Jack's fighting style, just like his nickname, is ferocious, savage, and characterized by sweeping, powerful attacks.

He wielded his two broad axes with ferocious speed, each strike accompanied by a fierce gust of wind that tore through the air, aiming fiercely at Zhao Hu's vital points.

Zhao Hu, on the other hand, completely implemented Chen Yifan's strategy of "delaying".

He curled his body completely behind the massive tower shield, abandoning all unnecessary counterattacks.

No matter how fierce the opponent's attacks were, they rained down on his shield.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal was incessant.

Each impact caused the ground beneath Zhao Hu's feet to crack a little more.

Each tremor caused his arm, which was gripping the shield, to ache and go numb.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

He was like a rock that withstood wind and rain; though it was teetering on the brink of collapse, it never fell.

"Damn it! You coward! If you've got the guts, come out and fight me fair and square!" Jack, unable to break through Jack's defenses, began to get impatient and kept taunting him with words.

Zhao Hu turned a deaf ear.

Right now, he only has one thought in his mind.

Drag it on.

If I can stall until this madman is exhausted, I will have a chance.

Time passed, second by second.

Jack's attacks, though still fierce, had become noticeably heavier.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Although Zhao Hu looked disheveled and covered in blood, his eyes remained unwavering.

Finally, when Zhao Hu barely managed to block another powerful slash from Jack, revealing a brief opening due to exhaustion, Zhao Hu...

Zhao Hu's eyes suddenly lit up.

opportunity!

He stopped passively defending and instead took a sudden step forward, his tower shield slamming out with tremendous force!

"Shield Bash!"

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Jack's tall body, like a bowling ball that had been knocked away, flew backward uncontrollably and crashed heavily to the ground.

He didn't have time to react.

Zhao Hu's mountain-like figure had already pressed forward, raising the tower shield high in his hand, and then slamming it down hard!

"Pfft!"

A sickening sound, like bones shattering, rang out.

Jack's head was smashed like a watermelon, red and white blood spilled all over the ground.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden reversal.

No one expected that this seemingly exhausted shield warrior would still be hiding such a fatal blow.

Zhao Hu was panting heavily as he looked at the unrecognizable corpse at his feet, feeling that his arms had completely lost all feeling.

But he won.

Although the victory was ugly and embarrassing.

But he survived.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan gave him a thumbs up and a bright smile that said, "I knew you could do it."

Zhao Hu felt a mix of emotions.

He didn't know whether he should thank this bastard or go up and punch him.

"We won the first match." Mu Wanqing's voice rang out at the right moment, breaking the silence.

Although her face remained expressionless, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashed deep in her eyes.

Patton's face was so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.

He never expected that his top general would lose to such a half-dead cripple.

"Who's next?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Just when everyone thought it would be Old K, or Mu Wanqing herself, who took the stage.

Chen Yifan once again stepped out from the crowd.

He raised his hand, his face showing a hint of timidity and embarrassment.

In a weak, almost inaudible voice, he said, "That...that...General."

"For the next match, how about... I give it a try?"