"Well? Teacher Zhu, are you talking to me?" Bao Sihai turned his head and looked at the other person coldly, with an indescribable look in his eyes.

"Ah, hahaha, Teacher Bao, I'm just asking you for a question," Zhu Gefu called out and laughed: "Who's the winner of their two competition today?"

"Haha, needless to say, of course, Hook's chance of winning is greater. After all, his cultivation, experience and strength are all here, and he is the future star of the Nine Martial Arts Academy and the Neidate Teacher. How can Ye Chong compare to Ye Chong?" Bao Sihai smiled slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, Teacher Sihai has unique vision and is well-known. He is worthy of being one of the leading figures in the practical martial arts department." Zhu Gefu grinned, "But... please don't worry, Teacher Sihai, when the battle situation is urgent, I will ask Huke to take care of his position. Hahaha, although this little guy Ye Chong is a little angry, if you train him well, you will still have the chance to become a talent."

"Okay, okay, but I haven't finished what I said just now," Bao Sihai smiled slightly. "Hook's chance of winning will be bigger. This is true, but winning does not mean that you will definitely win in the end. If there is any emergency at that time, I will also let Ye Chong take a three-pointer."

"Hmph!" Zhu's face suddenly turned ashen.

Ye Chong was eating buns while slowly entering the No. 3 competition platform.

It is said to be a competition platform, but it is actually flat ground, but the space is relatively large, basically as big as half a football field, surrounded by a ten-meter-high transparent guardrail, with the sky above the head and the ground below the feet. Once the gate is closed, life and death will meet.

Hook, dressed in white, hugged his arms, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. There was a hint of mocking in his eyes when he looked at the other person.

Behind him were ten black-clad students standing like javelins, all of which showed a sense of majesty and domineeringness.

Ye Chong stood opposite Hook sensibly, eating buns in big mouthfuls while looking at the other person and the man in black behind him.

A handsome male teacher in the martial arts court looked at Hook and the people behind him, then looked at Ye Chong calmly, then coughed lightly and said:

"According to the competition application submitted by Hook, you two will officially start the final battle at 8:30. Do you have any opinions?"

"No." Hook raised his eyebrows.

"No." Ye Chong wiped his mouth.

"Okay." The handsome male teacher continued:

"There is no time limit for this competition, no damage limit, no weapons are allowed until the winner is decided or one party formally admits defeat. Do you agree?"

"Agree." Hook looked at Ye Chong coldly.

"Agree." Ye Chong continued to chew the buns.

"Do you have any requirements before the official competition begins at 8:30?" The burly teacher first looked at Hook, then smiled at Ye Chong, "If your request is reasonable, you can make it now, otherwise it will be considered as no requirements."

"I had agreed with him that the loser would provide the winner with 5 million points in sponsorship and compensation. I wonder if this requirement is reasonable?" Hooker scratched his chin with a smile.

"If both parties agree to this agreement, it is reasonable." The burly male teacher looked at Ye Chong with a serious face and said:

"Do you agree to this agreement?

If you think it is unreasonable, you can veto it.

The agreements before entering the martial arts are invalid and can only be regarded as the appointment of a gentleman.

However, once an agreement is made here, it must be implemented, and there is no chance to go back on your word.

Ye Chong, you... would better figure it out."

"Oh, I know, agree." Ye Chong took a sip of the soup of the bun, "But, if this is agreed, what should I do if the person involved dies? Will he be snatching the debt?"

boom!

The huge martial arts performance venue was suddenly in an uproar.

"I'll let it go. Ye Chong was in danger and his face remained unchanged. He was quite like an ancient man, like a man, haha, but I hope he will still be there in a while."

"Ye Chong is a stubborn guy, his fists are also hard, and his bones are harder, which is still worth looking forward to, but today... it's really a bit different."

"Haha, if I were me, I would lose some face for 5 million points. I would never be able to make a fat man."

"Ye Chong must come on. I don't want to see a game with a huge gap in strength. It's better to stick with it for a while and don't let me down."

...

"Haha, the little guy is really young, he doesn't matter how serious he speaks. However, it's good that he can think of his own affairs, so as not to leave and leave a bunch of disputes." Zhu's husband grinned, and a look of expectation appeared in his eyes.

"Haha, Ye Chong, the way he cheered himself up is quite special." Bao Sihai murmured to himself, and couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

Hu Ke smiled coldly, looked at Ye Chong, and said indifferently:

"Don't worry, boy, if you die, I can reduce some points based on your death clause, so that you can go on your way with peace of mind."

"Well, there are also relevant regulations in the martial arts field for this issue raised by Ye Chong." The burly male teacher frowned and continued:

"If such a tragic thing really happens, according to regulations, the deceased's campus card will be locked and the winner will be compensated with the points in the card.

If the points in the card are insufficient, consider using the deceased item for conversion. If the points are still insufficient, no further measures will be taken, and the relevant agreement will be completed.

Ye Chong, if you have any comments on this regulation, you can also raise it or give up the competition accordingly.”

"Oh, I'm relieved. I have no objection, agree." Ye Chong raised his lips and nodded.

Wow!

The martial arts performance venue was suddenly filled with an uproar, mixed with a lot of hilarious sounds.

"Okay, Ye Chong, do you have any other requirements?" The burly male teacher frowned, "The time for the competition is coming soon. If you have any requirements, please raise it quickly."

"Yes, I have a request." Ye Chong looked at Hook with a smile, and then said:

"Yesterday, when you passed by my dining table, your blood suddenly burst out and exploded with a goblet. This... shouldn't you compensate me?

It's so terrible.

It made me lose 3 points."

boom!

There was a burst of hilarious noise at the scene, and everyone looked at Ye Chong with an indescribable smile.

"3 points? Damn!" Hook looked at the other party with disdain, "Okay, I will compensate you, I will compensate you 3 points later. Even if you die, I will send it to your account and I will not owe you."

"There are also mental losses, 3 million points," Ye Chong smiled slightly, "If you win, you can choose not to compensate. If I win, you must pay me a penalty, otherwise, this competition is not interesting, I will give up."

Buzz!
Chapter completed!