Fantasy: Unlimited Investment, The Heroine Becomes The Villain

This wart felt that the power in his body was passing away little by little, and he knelt down softly.

"It's just a needle prick for you."

Wen Ming calmly walked down from the wart's body. Looking at the astonished people in the field, he put away the weapon in his hand and waited quietly.

The wart stared evilly at Wen Ming, who was as big as an ant on the ground, clenching his fists and preparing to beat up the guy who humiliated him.

But when he just wanted to stand up, his legs seemed to be completely out of control, causing him to fall straight to the ground, causing the whole earth to tremble twice.

The manager standing aside saw the situation on the field and stood up to make an announcement.

"This round, Wen Ming wins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, this wart who fell to the ground said unwillingly.

"Impossible! He must have tampered with that short needle, otherwise how could he win me over!"

Seeing that the person in charge didn't respond, the wart immediately turned his attention to the man sitting in the high position.

"Lord, this matter is related to justice in the tribe. Please give me an explanation. You can't do it just because Wen Ming is your son..."

"enough!"

Before this wart could finish his words, the man sitting in the main seat interrupted him.

"Zhi, go and have a look."

A man with feathers on his head came out from behind the Lord and walked towards Wen Mingna.

What surprised Lin Yuan was that this man was actually the same size as Wen Ming.

When Zhi came over, Wen Ming was half-kneeling on the ground, offering his weapons with both hands to the man for inspection.

He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then used his dagger to make a cut on his body.

The bright red blood instantly dyed Zhi's skin red.

But in the next second, his damaged skin healed instantly. If it weren't for the blood stains on his arms that had not yet dried up, Lin Yuan and others might have thought that their eyes were dazzled and they had misjudged the wound.

Later, Zhi returned the dagger to Wen Ming.

"My lord, there is nothing wrong with Wen Ming's sword."

The Lord looked at the people around him lightly.

"Everyone, do you have any other comments?"

The people below looked at each other, and the originally rustling voices suddenly became quiet.

But there was still one person who refused to obey the verdict.

"I don't agree!" Ziwart's voice echoed throughout the grassland, "This is impossible. How could Wen Ming defeat me? He has always been our loser, how could he defeat me?"

"Then you have a fight with Zhi?"

After the Lord said a word, the wart instantly became silent.

Wen Ming below took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to look at the Lord.

Although the Lord's eyes did not fall on him, he was grateful for it.

Lin Yuan looked at it, and the scene changed again.

It is very different from the previous scene. The next scene is like a quick glance at some of the things that happened in Wen Ming's boyhood.

After winning that duel, Wen Ming quickly became famous in his tribe like he was on a rocket.

Even the older children who had been bullying him when they were young have already become his defeated enemies.

At this time, Lin Yuan and others followed the changes in the picture and came to a simple house.

In the huge room, there was a man sitting in the main seat, looking faintly in the direction of the door.

After a while, the door was pushed open and Wen Ming walked in from the outside.

"My lord!"

He walked forward and bowed to the Lord.

Now his face is no longer as childish as it was in the ring, and the scars on his face are like meritorious deeds, showing his hard work over the years.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was no sound in the room, and both of them fell into a long silence.

Wen Ming, who originally had a slight smile on his face, lowered the raised corners of his mouth during the long wait.

"You did a good job in this battle with Chihong."

The Lord's voice suddenly came out, Wen Ming responded to the sound, and those bottomless eyes were finally willing to stay on him for a moment.

However, he no longer had the same joy as when he came in, but replied calmly: "These are what a son should do."

The Lord stood up with his crutch.

"In the past ten years, your growth has exceeded my expectations. I know that when I was a child, they often made trouble for you. However, I couldn't intervene in this matter. The law of survival in the forest is that the weak eat the strong. I can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you for the rest of your life."

"Fortunately, you are quite successful. Now you are at the top among the younger generation in the tribe. For you, you have tried your best, but as Gu's son, this is not enough."

The Lord walked up to Wen Ming from above and looked at him condescendingly.

"I know that you can achieve what you have now, and the effort behind it is unimaginable. But the tribe has tribal laws, and you need to be stronger to survive in this place."

Wen Ming heard what the Lord said and asked.

"Father, what do you want me to do?"

The Lord looked at his petite son with some reluctance. He was silent for a while, and then he spoke up as if he had made an difficult decision.

"I hope you can leave here and go outside to find powerful methods. The skills practiced by the giants are not suitable for you."

Wen Ming looked at the Lord in astonishment, but the Lord avoided his gaze.

"Son...I understand..."

He picked up his weapon, suppressed his emotions, and turned away resolutely.

Looking at Wen Ming's leaving figure, the Lord sighed softly.

The half-opened mouth wanted to open the mouth to save him, but the words came to his lips but could not come out, so he had to swallow the words.

…

After leaving the giant tribe and traveling through mountains and rivers, Wen Ming realized that there were many people of his own size living outside the tribe's territory.

Different from the daily life of the giants, the people here are not addicted to fighting and fighting all day long.

A series of warm daily scenes such as a loving father and a filial son, respectful brothers and sisters, etc., made Wen Ming couldn't help but look at it a few more times. However, when he thought of the coldness in the eyes of his family, his hot heart suddenly became cold.

However, after living in the giant race for more than ten years, Wen Ming's fighting power is not something ordinary people can withstand.

Wen Ming's extraordinary strength made him famous not long after he first arrived, and he naturally joined a certain force.

From then on, he started his prosperous life out of control, and even became the youngest Supreme master in the past century.

It's a pity that God is jealous of talents.

The scene turned again, and Lin Yuan and the others "came" to a magnificent palace.

Candles were lit everywhere in the palace, and the orange candlelight made the huge hall extremely bright.

"Wen Ming, this is too dangerous. I think it's better to be more cautious."

"No, it's not like you don't know my physique. It's just a thunderstorm, so what can you do to me?"

"But……"

"You don't have to persuade me anymore. Just listen to me. I know what I'm saying."

…

There was no one else in the hall, so the sound of the dispute between Wen Ming and others reached their ears clearly.

Lin Yuan looked over as the surrounding scenes changed, and saw a woman standing opposite Wen Ming.

The woman was very charming, and the slightly arched beauty in her eyebrows seemed to be breathtaking. Everyone just looked at each other and were attracted by the beauty of this woman, and could not move their eyes away for a long time.

"This should be the rumored nine-tailed white fox, right?" Luo Qinghan expressed his guess, but when he turned around, he saw Lin Yuan's eyes falling on the white fox, and he suddenly felt jealous, and then a little... He tugged on Lin Yuan's sleeves dissatisfiedly.

"If you look again, your eyes will fall in."

Lin Yuan noticed the two ominous auras beside him and immediately turned his gaze back.