He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Just as the old Taoist priest was stunned and dazed.

Zhao Wenbin, standing on the platform, stared at Zhang Beixing with his eyes revealing a hint of fear, and his legs kept shaking.

Suddenly, his feet went weak and he fell to the ground with a thump, his face full of horror and his eyes filled with fear.

In fact, his whole body was shaking constantly.

It was like seeing or feeling something extremely horrific.

Zhao Wenbin slumped on the wet ground, letting the rain soak his clothes.

The cell phone in his hand had long disappeared and his raincoat was in tatters.

But he didn't care, or he was in no mood to pay attention to it.

Just now... when he saw the scene where Zhang Beixing's sword was hanging in front of the old Taoist priest.

For some reason, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable throbbing in his heart, as if someone was pinching his heart, strangling his throat, and depriving him of his five senses.

Breathing, heartbeat, and even all senses stopped at that moment.

An indescribable fear surged from deep in my heart and quickly spread throughout my body.

However, after this emotion, he did not feel relaxed. Instead, he was faced with a force that made him despair and had a strong smell of death.

That’s right, it’s a force that cannot be described, understood, seen or touched.

People often say that different people have different power, and everything in the world also has its own power, but the strength varies.

He had never believed this before and always thought it was just his inner feelings.

But today, when he saw that scene and felt the oncoming force, in just less than a second, it easily shattered all his inner defenses.

His so-called line of defense was so fragile that it couldn't even block the slightest bit of damage.

He only felt his body trembling constantly, and the fear in his heart continued to surge out, with no sign of weakening or subsiding.

Is this the momentum of that sword?
Or...or is it Zhang Beixing’s own aura?
Zhao Wenbin didn't know any of this, nor did he fully understand it.

But he clearly realized one thing, that is, he must never become an enemy of Zhang Beixing.

Absolutely not.

Because, just the momentum displayed by Zhang Beixing's sword was enough to terrify him to the extreme.

After all, the sword was not really coming towards him. It was just a weak momentum that might overflow or be sensed by others.

Zhao Wenbin can say without exaggeration that if he were the old Taoist priest, even if he was frightened to the point of peeing his pants, it would be a light punishment, and it would be considered good if he didn't get sick on the spot.

No... I definitely can't fight today. I want to leave here. I want to... I want to escape from here as soon as possible.

Mom, I want to go home...

Zhang Beixing is so scary, he, he is not a human being, he is simply a monster... a monster... wuwuwu.

Zhao Wenbin struggled to get up, but his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up.

At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhao Wenbin didn't even have time to look at the owner of the hand. He said "thank you" and stood up with the help of the hand.

However, the moment he stood up, he saw Zhang Beixing standing in front of him.

Suddenly, that indescribable feeling of fear surged out from the depths of his heart again, and the endless fear enveloped his heart again.

The legs went weak.

He fell to the ground with a thump again.

He almost cried out, his hands kept climbing backwards and his legs kicked the ground quickly.

"Brother, I, I won't fight anymore. I was wrong, I was really wrong. I won't fight anymore...You, please let me go. I will never trouble you again, definitely..." Zhao Wenbin was crying and laughing. He wanted to please Zhang Beixing, but was very afraid of him. He subconsciously formed an extremely conflicted expression.

Zhang Beixing was stunned when he saw this, and looked at this person strangely and complicatedly, with question marks all over his head.

He now had no idea what was going on.

This person appeared inexplicably, and now he has done such inexplicable things. And he still says he doesn't want to fight anymore?
Could it be that he was originally planning to fight with me?

Ah, it seems that he is also a host who wants to take advantage of his own popularity, so he deliberately comes to fight with me, hoping to beat me, so that he can gain popularity.

But after seeing the sword skills I displayed in the battle with the old Taoist priest, he was frightened and retreated?

This is probably how it is...

Zhang Beixing briefly reviewed what had happened and looked at Zhao Wenbin's condition. He shook his head and laughed. He no longer stepped forward to support him, but walked up the stairs and walked towards his tripod.

Zhao Wenbin was still sitting on the ground. As Zhang Beixing left, the fear in his heart gradually subsided, and the terror in his eyes slowly weakened.

Even the trembling of the body was alleviated a lot.

At this time, the old Taoist priest walked up from the stairs below. After seeing his appearance at this time, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but be stunned.

After staring blankly for two seconds, the old Taoist priest smiled helplessly, and that smile seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm.

Zhao Wenbin completely ignored the smile. He hurriedly got up, struggled, and ran away.

Because he was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would really be scared to death...

At this time, on the platform.

Zhang Beixing stood in front of the live broadcast room and said calmly: "Everyone, there was a small incident just now. This Taoist priest wanted to spar with me, so it took up some time."

"But please rest assured, I will make up for the missing time."

The live broadcast room was filled with comments and the audience was actively giving gifts.

[Did the anchor win the competition with the old Taoist priest just now? 】

[I think I won, but... it seems I didn't win. Anyway, they both stopped at the right time. ]

[It seems to be true. Alas, I thought it would be a fierce battle. The two sides would fight for at least a hundred rounds, and then the sky and the earth would change color, and the sky and the earth would break apart. In the end, the host would make a single sword to rule the world and create the world! This kind of plot is exciting. ]

[Lao Mouzi: Good boy, the plot is good, I will go shoot a new movie now! ]

[Alas, the special effects anchor has no special effects. To be honest, I am very disappointed. ]

[What is the host doing? Are you kidding? Do you think we are fools? You found a Taoist actor and said that you are here to compete, but you just competed twice and that's it? Aren't you talking nonsense? If you want to compete, you should really compete, with both sides! ]

[That's right, no wonder the anchor is not popular. How can he be popular if he does these things all the time? The anchor should just start kicking swords. Being a special effects anchor is more suitable for you. ]

[You haters are going too far, aren't you? If you don't like it, just get lost. ]

[But no matter what, the host did seem to be acting this time... I suspect he was just making a fool of himself.] However.

While they were sending out barrages of comments, Zhang Beixing paid no attention to them, took a few steps back, and continued practicing swordplay in the rain.

……

In the Great Wall Tower.

The sound of rain gradually became weaker, the strong wind seemed to subside, the rumbling thunder disappeared, and the dark clouds covering the sky began to dissipate.

In the dark corner, Zhao Wenbin was unable to dispel the fear in his heart.

The force displayed by Zhang Beixing's sword was so powerful that it left a deep impression in his heart.

Even if another ten or eight years had passed, he would still shudder when he recalled it.

As expected, I still underestimated Zhang Beixing...

No, I really overestimated myself. Compared with Zhang Beixing, there is a world of difference between me and him.

They are like newborn babies, and the gap between them and a strong man like Zhang Beixing is like a chasm.

Hey, he even felt that he was not as good as a baby...

He sighed helplessly, picked up his phone, and the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room came into view.

"What's going on with the anchor? Where is he? Are you still going to fight against fakes?"

"Is the anchor scared again? All the gifts I gave him before were wasted. He is such a loser."

"Haha, I think the anchor is in collusion with Zhang Beixing, just hyping each other up."

"...How can someone hype something up to the point of scaring himself? This is too outrageous."

"The anchor deserted the battlefield. There is no way to clear this matter. You are a waste."

"That's right. You kept saying before that Zhang Beixing was a fake and that he could be exposed in a minute. Now it seems that you are the one who has been exposed as a fake."

"Haha, is this what they call the dragon slayer becoming a dragon? It's so dramatic."

Zhao Wenbin took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions.

He looked at the comments in the live broadcast room seriously and said in a deep voice: "I do have my own opinion on this matter."

He paused and looked up at the number of followers in the live broadcast room, which was close to 200,000.

These are the fans he has accumulated through years of hard work.

He smiled and said calmly, "You can say I'm useless, or I'm a coward, or even think I'm deceiving you, it doesn't matter, you can comment as you like, I really don't care."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, a little fear appeared on his face, but his tone was extremely firm: "But I can tell you responsibly that Zhang Beixing is not the special effects anchor you think he is. I can guarantee 100% that he is definitely not a special effects anchor!"

"I now firmly believe that he can split stone slabs and break wooden sticks with a wooden sword. I even believe it when he kills people with a wooden sword. Really."

The momentum of that sword was so terrifying, how could it be an ordinary person!

Moreover, from that moment on, he was certain that everything Zhang Beixing showed in the live broadcast room was real, 100% real.

Zhang Beixing can really do those things!

He didn’t lie or use special effects…

This is really a terrible thing.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath tactically and tried to hold back the tears in his eyes.

"Zhang Beixing... he is too scary. That sword strike just now was too scary. He is simply not a human... No, no! He is a human, but he is not an ordinary person. He is too strong. I am no match for him. He, he is too scary... Wuuwuwu."

This muscular man, who was nearly two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms, actually started crying in the live broadcast room.

"Is the anchor crying? Holy shit, no way, what the hell are you doing?"

"We are here to see you expose fraud, not to see you cry. What's going on?"

"You're a 1.9-meter-tall strong man, a former WCG player, and you've KO'd so many professional players, and you're actually crying in the live broadcast room?"

"Could the anchor be frightened by the sword-practicing anchor? What's going on?"

"I think the anchor is just acting. Are you guys hyping it up? Are you deliberately trying to attract traffic and get gifts?"

"I think it might be. Otherwise, why didn't the anchor go to fight against the fakes and left in disgrace? It must be hype, or there is some ulterior motive between them."

"Host, please stop crying. Please speak quickly. Can you please stop crying?"

"You're a man, why are you crying? That sword-training anchor didn't do anything to you."

"Really? I would call the anchor the most spineless man."

Zhao Wenbin raised his hand to wipe his snot and tears, but before he could open his mouth to speak, tears welled up again and he choked up so much that he couldn't speak at all.

He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't control himself and couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

Zhang Beixing was really scary. The sense of oppression, pressure and terror that the sword brought to him was no less than that of a person who was afraid of snakes and death being placed in a place full of poisonous snakes.

That unspeakable fear came from the heart, and he knew clearly that it was definitely not an illusion, it was real.

He swallowed his saliva and snot, sobbing and saying, "What I said is true... Zhang Beixing is really scary... He is definitely not fake... He is real... He is really... really powerful."

Zhao Wenbin's crying became louder and louder, almost drowning out the sound of rain and thunder.

He knew that admitting that he was scared to tears in front of so many fans in the live broadcast room would be extremely embarrassing and would cause him to lose fans.

But he still couldn't control the flow of tears, nor could he stop the invasion of fear.

"Really... Zhang Beixing is definitely not a liar... Brothers... If he lies to you, my whole family will be killed... I was really scared to tears... I was scared to tears by that sword... I shouldn't have come to him to expose the fraud." Zhao Wenbin said tremblingly, with fear still lingering in his tone.

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this scene, there were even more comments.

"Huh? Is the anchor advertising Zhang Beixing? You said you were scared to tears by that sword. We all saw it. That sword was nothing. Wasn't it just that the old Taoist priest almost got hit?"

"That's right, it's nothing at all. To be honest, it must be Zhang Beixing and that old Taoist priest who teamed up to set this up for you. Haha, you were scared just by this. I'm really impressed."

"Anchor, you are not here to make people laugh. You were actually scared by that poorly written script. Where is your previous courage? Where is the way you were when you were fighting against fakes? Don't tell me that everything you said was a script."

"If that's true, then what happened before might have been a script. You're the only one who could be scared to tears by that sword. Maybe the host was scripting this time. Haha, I'm unfollowing you. Bye!"

"That's right, unfollow, unfollow! It's better to watch Spirited Little Sister's Social Dance than to watch this kind of anchor."

"Anchor, please be more careful. It would be strange if you could become popular with a script like this." (End of this chapter)