I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1152 - 1151: Meng Yu, Best Two Out of Three Rounds

Chapter 1152 -1151: Meng Yu, Best Two Out of Three Rounds

“Where does that come from, Great Young Master? We have respected you for a long time and hope for your care in the future,” some people said with a flattering smile, stroking their beards.

“Now our North Sea City has become a major city that cannot be ignored, every move we make affects the surrounding North Sea area.

My father has worked tirelessly to develop North Sea City to its current state, and as the eldest son, it is also my responsibility to continue and enhance this legacy.”

Bei Xiao spoke each word with gravity: “My father is gravely ill, and I won’t hide it from everyone here, the role of the City Lord must eventually come to an end.

Everything is in need of revival, and this is precisely the time we need talents. I wonder if any of you would be willing to help me?”

Upon hearing Bei Xiao’s words, there was a buzz of discussion all around.

Although many had guessed this, they still found it difficult to make a choice at the moment.

Xu Zimei noticed that the masked woman from before was standing with Bei Xiao.

The two must be acquainted.

“Right, let me introduce someone to everyone,” Bei Xiao brought the masked woman to the front, smiling as he spoke.

“This is Miss Meng Yu from the North Sea, and also a good friend of mine.”

“Who is this woman? I’ve never heard of her,” someone whispered to themselves.

“Could Meng Yu be the disciple newly accepted by the Dragon Maiden over a decade ago?” others recalled. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

It was a big stir at the time, but just like the Dragon Maiden, this new disciple seldom showed her face.

As time passed and the sensation faded, many people stopped caring.

“No way, has the Dragon Maiden already thrown her support behind the Great Young Master?”

“It shouldn’t be, if the Dragon Maiden had taken a stand, why would the Great Young Master need to win us over.

This must simply be Miss Meng Yu’s personal decision.”

While everyone was discussing, Bei Xiao raised his hand to quiet them, indicating for them to calm down.

“If you are all willing to support me, I assure you that I won’t let anyone be disappointed,” Bei Xiao continued to say.

“Once I ascend to the position of the City Lord, each of you will have made indispensable contributions.”

Just as Bei Xiao finished speaking, a burst of laughter suddenly erupted.

“Big brother, aren’t you speaking too soon?”

Bei Xiao’s gaze sharpened as he looked towards the back.

From the void, ripples appeared, and a young man in a dark robe with a red cape fluttering in the wind, stepped out from not far away.

With a square face and a booming voice laden with a magnetic quality, he began to speak.

“What are you doing here?” Bei Xiao asked with a dark expression.

“I heard that big brother is here recruiting talent, and I came to take a look,” Bei Qinghai said with a smile.

“What? Am I not welcome?”

“You’re not welcome,” Bei Xiao directly and coldly replied, tearing off any pretense.

Bei Qinghai shook his head with a smile, then turned his gaze to the masked woman, and said with a smile, “Miss Meng Yu, getting involved with my big brother might not be a wise choice.”

“What do you want?” Bei Xiao’s voice grew louder as he directly asked.

“If there’s nothing else, leave. You’re not welcome here.”

“Dad sent me to find you, so don’t be so quick to send me off,” Bei Qinghai replied.

“What does dad want with me?” Bei Xiao furrowed his brow and asked.

“I don’t know, just come with me,” Bei Qinghai said with a smile.

As soon as his words ended, the void around them rippled again.

“No need, I’ve already arrived.”

An aged voice followed thereafter.

The next moment, rows of soldiers wearing Cold Ice Armor marched in with precision.

These soldiers, totaling over a hundred, instantly surrounded the tavern on three sides.

“This…,” when everyone saw this scene, they didn’t know what to do for a moment.

“The Lord of the North City arrives,” a loud shout announced.

All the soldiers immediately split into two lines.

A middle-aged man reclining on a chair was carried in.

The lounge chair was formed from the springs of gold, with the Golden Dragon coalesced into being. The middle-aged man lay weakly upon it, his complexion deathly pale, his beard and hair both speckled with white.

He was dressed in a Gold-threaded Robe made of glazed glass with only breaths coming in and none going out.

“We pay our respects to the City Lord,” the people promptly stood up and greeted him.

“Father,” Bei Xiao and Bei Qinghai also approached together, staying by the middle-aged man’s side, one on the left and one on the right.

“You all wish for my early demise,” the middle-aged man began, speaking in a lifeless tone.

“Father, you misunderstand, your children harbor no such intentions,” both hastily explained, terrified.

“I know,” the middle-aged man coughed several times before speaking again.

“Everyone must die eventually, but I don’t wish to see you slaughtering each other.

Therefore, before I pass away, I will choose the successor to the City Lord.”

“We shall abide by father’s decision,” both bowed their heads, replying earnestly and fearfully.

“The two of you have been at odds since childhood, I have always tried to avoid such disputes.

It has come to this point today; I shall let you two battle it out,” said the middle-aged man, weakly.

“I believe you both have already recruited many Talented Disciples, so let it be today.

I will serve as the judge, choose three of your people to duel.

The victor shall receive the title of City Lord.”

As these words fell, the entire place was shocked.

Because this meant that the position of the City Lord was laid out plainly before their eyes, devoid of any schemes and stratagems.

“What do you two think?” the middle-aged man asked again.

“Agreed, we accept,” both answered in unison.

“Do you have your champions selected?” the middle-aged man asked once more.

“The Gong brothers, Three,” came Bei Qinghai’s light shout.

The nothingness before them tore open, and three men who looked identical stepped through.

They must be triplets; aside from their clothing, everything else was exactly the same.

“I have already prepared my champions, they are the Three to represent me in the duel,” Bei Qinghai replied.

“I wonder how Big Brother’s selection is coming along?”

Bei Qinghai’s face was filled with confidence.

The Gong brothers, Three, the eldest excels at using the saber, the second at the sword, and the third at fist-fighting, known collectively as the Three Excellences.

The other two possessed Divine Veins, whereas the third was at the threshold of Stepping into Immortality.

They were certainly not to be underestimated.

Bei Xiao’s gaze swept over those present, and he called out loudly, “I wonder if there is anyone here willing to lend me their aid?”

The people present all looked at one another, taken aback.

If the Gong brothers, Three, hadn’t appeared, they might have considered it.

But with the wide-known reputation of the brothers, who are undoubtedly difficult to provoke, they lacked the confidence.

“Great Young Master, the two brothers of Qi Shan are willing to assist you,” came a fierce shout from the crowd.

In the next instant, two figures stepped on air and approached.

Their feet tread upon wind and clouds, their bodies bearing the force of Thunderbolt, the roar was deafening.

Two young men with extraordinary appearances landed.

“Qi Mountain’s Two Brothers, it’s said that both hold peak Divine Veins and are no ordinary folks.”

“Good,” Bei Xiao laughed heartily and then asked again, “Does anyone else wish to volunteer?”

As his gaze fell upon them, all lowered their heads.

“Great Young Master, I do have someone in mind,” suddenly spoke the masked lady Meng Yu from the side.

“Does Miss Meng have an acquaintance in mind?” asked Bei Xiao, surprised.

Meng Yu raised her head, glancing in the direction where Xu Zimei was seated.

In a low voice, she said, “If you manage to recruit that person, the chance of winning increases by at least fifty percent.”

Bei Xiao’s eyes sharpened. Winning chances increased by fifty percent meant that in a best-of-three contest, that person was sure to win one round.