Chapter 112: I finally met you!

"I...sigh!"
The Third Elder saw the First Elder's gaze, sighed heavily, and then plopped down in his chair.
After the scene quieted down, the First Elder looked at Fang Fan again.
"God of War, let's consider what just happened a farce. They were both at fault."
"Let's talk about the position of God of War first."
"Your master did indeed pass the position to you, but logically, you didn't go to headquarters, nor did you have your name imprinted on the God of War Monument. In other words, you are currently in name only."
"Before this, because your master kept you hidden for so long, and he himself has been missing for a long time."
"Therefore, we had already arranged for someone to succeed you as God of War. Now that your master has passed the position to you, we shouldn't say much, but the position of God of War is not a game."
"To successfully succeed to the position of God of War and gain the sincere respect of everyone, you must demonstrate your abilities."
The Grand Elder's expression was serious and earnest, and his words were impeccable.
He looked directly into Fang Fan's eyes: "Now that you've received your master's true teachings, you should be able to pass these trials, right? If you won't even agree to this condition..."
"Even if you truly become a God of War, those below will outwardly comply but inwardly defy you. Our vast Hall of the God of War will likely crumble very soon."
"You wouldn't want your valiant master to tarnish his reputation in his later years, would you?"
Moral blackmail?
Fang Fan, however, was still taken in by this. His face darkened, and after a long silence, he finally spoke, "This matter has nothing to do with my master. If you insist on..."
"Wait a minute!"
Before Fang Fan could finish speaking, Fang Chang interrupted him, looking at the First Elder and chuckling, "You make it sound so easy."
"Fang Fan has to undergo this so-called trial. If he wins, he'll remain the God of War; if he loses, he'll have to relinquish his position. As for you, you're just talking nonsense."
"You just spout off without thinking, even resorting to moral blackmail."
"A bet, of course, must have a winner and a loser; otherwise, what kind of bet is it!"
"Don't be so arrogant!"
The Third Elder glared at Fang Chang: "Don't think you can..."
Bang!
This time it was Fang Chang's turn to slam his fist on the table. He kicked the already cracked table, shattering it, and roared, "Who the hell is being arrogant here? Shut your mouth!"
"Who do you think you are? I'm talking to your older brother, what's it to you? A little punk should know his place."
"You…"
The Third Elder pointed a finger at Fang Chang.
Fang Chang's voice was even louder and more arrogant than his.
The First Elder's face gradually darkened. He pulled back the Third Elder, who was about to explode, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by 'a win and a loss'?"
"Simple."
Fang Chang smiled and said, "If he loses, you can take the title of War God. But if he wins, you bunch of worthless elders can go home and retire."
Hearing this, the First Elder's tone was full of hidden meaning: "You mean, if Fang Fan wins, all the elders of our War God Hall will retire?"
"Of course! Besides, there's no pension after retirement. You've all probably made a fortune over the years, haven't you? So don't worry about such petty gains."
"Impossible!"
The Third Elder retorted without hesitation, "What you're doing is destroying the centuries-old rules of the War God Temple! The elders of the War God Temple are never just for show!"
"How can you let us leave so easily with just a few words from you?"
"You're giving me too much credit!"
Fang Chang looked at the Third Elder before him, then clapped his hands.
Bang!
The door was kicked open, and a group of fully armed soldiers, wielding submachine guns, pointed their guns at everyone inside.
These were men Fang Chang had borrowed from Chu Changfeng beforehand.
They were all top-tier experts, with several white-haired elders behind them as backup.
These elders of the War God Temple were all experts, and naturally, they could sense the aura emanating from these men. Instantly, their expressions turned grim.
"Fang Chang, what do you mean by this?!"
The Grand Elder's tone was icy, his eyes sharp as he stared at Fang Chang.
"Nothing."
Fang Chang shrugged, speaking with an indifferent attitude: "I think you'd better agree to my conditions, otherwise, I'll flip the table, and everyone better not forget."
"Do you really think I'm an idiot?"
"Oh, right, I'll add one more thing. Since you were all trained by the Temple of War, after retirement, you must accept the Temple of War's control. If there's anything that needs your help, you must immediately step in and contribute your remaining energy."
"Otherwise, I guarantee I'll dig up your ancestral graves and put two door gods on your ancestral coffins! I'll let you bark at me like dogs!"
"..."
The expressions on all the elders' faces turned sour.
Their gazes towards the First Elder held a hint of resentment.
It was as if they were saying, "It's all your fault! Now look what's happened! If we lose the bet, are we still elders? We're just free labor!
Being controlled—it's not just a matter of grave robbing; our entire families' lives will be in their hands. We've lost our elder positions, and one wrong move could lead to our entire families being wiped out!"
After a long silence, the First Elder looked up at Fang Chang: "Alright, I agree."
"Brother!"
The Third Elder was extremely anxious. If they won the bet, all would be well; if they lost, they would be doomed!
"No need for further words!"
The First Elder waved his hand, signaling the Third Elder to shut up.
"Similarly, if you lose, the position of War God will be arranged by us, and you will withdraw from the War God Temple from now on, having no further connection with us!"
"Okay!"
Fang Chang nodded, agreeing on Fang Fan's behalf.
Fang Fan remained silent throughout, clearly trusting his younger brother completely.
*Beep!*
Just then, Fang Fan's phone beeped. He opened it and saw a message from Chu Changfeng.
"Young Master Fang means that even if you lose, it doesn't matter; you'll still be the War God, because Young Master Fang isn't exactly a man of his word."
"..."
Fang Fan felt something was off about this, but he also felt inexplicably comfortable and a little excited, though he didn't know why.
The Grand Elder spoke again, "Since that's the case, I'll introduce that candidate to you all so we can finalize the details of the bet."
As he spoke, the Grand Elder took out his phone and sent a text message.
A moment later, footsteps sounded.
A handsome man walked slowly through the troops at the door.
Seeing the newcomer, the elders showed expressions of relief.
This was their chosen successor to the God of War! Xiao Feng!
Upon entering the room, Xiao Feng didn't look at the elders, but immediately focused on Fang Chang, his gaze extremely complex, a hint of killing intent hidden deep within.
Fang Chang, I've finally met you. In this life, I will make you pay the price!!!