Urban Strongest System

As the referee, Nie Zhenwei sat there and watched the unsightly scene for ten minutes. His expression didn't change at all, which was enough to show his perseverance and endurance.    

Wu Liang glanced at Nie Zhenwei. He really wanted to know who Nie Zhenwei was. Even Wu Liang, who was the head of the martial arts world, almost vomited under that situation. Nie Zhenwei was surprisingly still this calm.    

"This person's strength is definitely not simple." No matter who Nie Zhenwei was or how close his relationship with Luo Ning was, Wu Liang had already set Nie Zhenwei as the number one person who needed to be vigilant.    

In fact, the truth was not what it looked like on the surface. Nie Zhenwei seemed to be as steady as Mt. Tai, but he was just holding onto his thigh and barely enduring it.    

He walked around Wu Liang and said: "Not bad, you have settled so many competitors in one go, which saves me a lot of trouble. Thanks, but you can go down now."    

Even if he defeated Wu Liang, there would still be more than three thousand people behind him. The probability of them standing to the end was very small, but he didn't expect Wu Liang to be able to deal with a large group of people with one durian bastard. Including Wu Liang, there were only three opponents remaining.    

The reason why Number Ten could endure it was because he had rhinitis, which had flared up in the past two days, and because his sense of smell was not good, he could not smell the unbearable, terrifying stench. As for the disgusting scene of a large group of people vomiting, he had his eyes closed the whole time, he could not see anything, and it lasted for ten minutes.    

"You have so many strange things, and I might not be able to beat you in combat, but the rules for the arena battle states that you can challenge one of the three main categories, so I choose courage. How about that?" Do you dare to have a match with me? "    

Wu Liang actually didn't have any choice. According to the rules of the arena battle, the challenger could choose a challenge, and those guarding the arena would either accept the challenge or give up.    

Besides all kinds of methods to control the Gu, Wu Liang's strongest point was his courage. Wu Liang had deliberately spent two years' time to challenge all the scariest items in the world. He had already trained to a fearless state of mind.    

"Alright then." Wu Liang agreed without hesitation. He held the small steel ball made by the Source Gold in his hand, and a thin wire stretched out from the small steel ball. Wu Liang pulled the string and a small cloth bag was pulled out from the small steel ball.    

That cloth bag was a lot larger than the small steel ball. Luo Ning finally understood that the principle of the small steel ball was similar to a bracelet, it was a storage unit that could take out what he needed from inside at any time.    

Wu Liang named the steel ball as, "I want you to live for 3000 years" because there were over 3000 kinds of tools to deal with all kinds of situations. Therefore, even if Wu Liang had to deal with over 3000 people, Wu Liang could do it.    

Through the magnification of the camera, Luo Ning could see that the small bag was emitting a light green gas. Through analysis, he guessed that there was a 99% probability that the gas in the small bag was the source of the gas in the durian.    

Number Ten looked at Wu Liang with a puzzled expression, while Wu Liang smiled and untied the string of the small cloth bag. Inside the small bag was a lump of gold-green excrement.    

Wu Liang introduced, "After I mixed the feces of 749 different species together, I heated it in the sealed space to create the smell of Tyrant among the feces for 981 days. The smell of Tyrant's feces can evaporate 2 km away and it needs to be washed for a few hours before it can be removed."    

When Number Ten saw that lump of golden-green fecal matter, he could smell it even if he had rhinitis. It was no wonder that the gas in the durian lotus just now was extracted from this fecal matter and even diluted, so the smell was far less original and pungent than that of the fecal matter before.    

Number Ten pinched his nose, frowned, and said with disdain: "Can you stop playing with sh * t? Is it disgusting?"    

Number Ten couldn't understand Wu Liang at all. Even though Number Ten was quite a distance away, he still couldn't stand that extremely stinky smell. Wu Liang was holding the sh * t bumpkin in his hand, but Wu Liang's benevolent look didn't feel bad at all.    

Wu Liang stretched out his hand and said, "If you dare to come over and touch this sh * t bully with your finger, then we'll consider it your win. I'll leave immediately."    

Number Ten stared at Tojin Green Bastard. After staring for a long time, he suddenly had a strong urge to puke. Whether it was the taste or appearance, Tojin Green Bastard had an extremely strong impulse to puke.    

Number Ten wanted to take a deep breath to adjust his state of mind, but he couldn't, because when he took a deep breath, what he breathed in was not fresh air, but the smell of sh * t.    

"Damn!" For the sake of money, I'll give it my all! "It's just a touch of sh * t!" Number Ten looked up, and his eyes suddenly became determined. He quickly walked forward, stretched out a finger, and nodded at the sh * t.    

"I touched it, you lost." It was hard for Number Ten to conceal the joy in his heart, but at this moment, no matter how happy he was, the next second would be filled with despair.    

Just when Number Ten thought that he won, Wu Liang was caught off guard and pressed that golden-green poop onto Number Ten's face, then he started to rub it recklessly.    

"How do you feel now?" Wu Liang asked.    

Perhaps it was because of the terror and the impact, Number Ten was stunned for a while before he realized what had happened. He let out a miserable scream, which lasted for half a minute, and then Number Ten fell to the ground.    

When the remaining two saw this, they revealed astonished expressions.    

Wu Liang took out another identical small cloth bag and untied the string. Inside, there was another identical golden-green poop.    

Wu Liang looked at the two who were hesitating and asked, "Any of you want to come up and give it a try?"    

Having seen Wu Liang's ruthless methods, one of them fearfully said: "You, you cheated. We just agreed that we would win if we just touch once. You, you didn't touch at all, you were clearly washing his face with sh * t."    

"That's right. If you can use this sh * t to wash your face, we'll admit defeat!"    

"Alright, you're the ones who said that." Wu Liang confirmed with the two of them. They looked at each other and nodded.    

They didn't believe that Wu Liang would dare to use his sh * t tyrant to wash his face.    

Then, without hesitation, Wu Liang first wiped his hands on his face.