If Kameda Noono loses, the Japanese martial arts world will be unable to breathe for at least twenty years.
Even if they were given another hundred years, they would not be able to surpass the Chinese martial arts community, but after all, if the younger generation had good qualifications, they might be able to overtake them.
But if he loses this bet, the younger generation in the Japanese martial arts world will all become Yang Yifei's slaves. If he wants to make a comeback, he will have to wait at least twenty years for the next generation of warriors to rise up.
Although Saranu is only one person now, she has the power of the entire Golden Triangle under her command. If they get her, they can get the entire Golden Triangle at once, which is billions of wealth, and they can't help but be tempted.
"I'm coming too."
The warriors from Borneo jumped out.
Such a good bargain cannot be taken advantage of.
"If I lose, all the warriors in our country will recognize Yang Yifei as the master."
This Borneo warrior is also a master. He lost to Saranu in the ring and survived by luck. I thought that Dirang and the two died, and there was no hope of revenge after that. At this time, I saw Saranu and Kameda Noono.
I immediately became excited about the bet and hurried over to participate.
Kameda Noono was a little unhappy. He was not happy to share half of the benefits everywhere.
But before he could speak, another person jumped out.
"We, the warriors from Nanzheng Kingdom, are also joining us."
There were not many warriors in Nanzheng, only about a dozen. At this time, they stood together and elected one person.
"We, the Elephant Nation, are also joining."
"We, the Kingdom of Java, join..."
Suddenly, warriors from more than a dozen countries joined the gambling game.
Kameda Noo's face looked very ugly.
The profits of the Golden Triangle are indeed large, but with so many shares, there is not much left.
“We, Malaysia, are also joining.”
A weak but steady voice came, and everyone looked at it and were stunned.
Aduraman was supported by his disciples and kept looking here with cold eyes.
"Except for Saranu, a slave girl like you, I also want all the Chinese warriors. Do you dare to agree?"
This competition is the biggest shame in this life for Abdulrahman.
He was punched and even his sword was disabled. He fell from being the leader of a country's martial arts world to the abyss. He had no way to take revenge. Even if he died, he would not be willing to accept it.
If he can take the opportunity to kill the Chinese warriors present, even if he loses his strength, the warriors in Malaysia will see this and have some respect for him.
The Chinese warriors were a little hesitant.
"Hmph, I won't participate in this losing bet."
Said a young Chinese warrior.
Immediately afterwards, some people expressed their refusal.
At this time, whoever dares to agree is a fool.
Even Yu Chenzi and Li Jianhua were hesitant.
"I'm joining."
A voice sounded.
Everyone was surprised to find that it was Wang Haiyun.
"Sister, are you crazy?"
"No, you don't want to, quickly refuse."
Wang Haiyun's fellow disciples all shouted.
Wang Haiyun came behind Saranu and said calmly: "There are so many countries betting against each other. If you win, you will make a lot of money. You will not have to worry about food and drink in this life, and you will not have to work hard to practice martial arts. If you lose, you will just die."
"Hahaha……"
Yu Chenzi suddenly laughed loudly, shaking his head as he laughed: "Thankfully, I pride myself on being smart and took refuge in Yang Zong at the earliest, but I'm not as good as a little girl. I also joined. Not only did I join, I also pledged the entire Taiqing Palace."
hiss……
Everyone gasped.
Taiqing Palace is a martial arts sect that has existed for thousands of years. Among other things, the classics inside are definitely a huge wealth.
Yuchenzi actually staked the entire Taiqing Palace, he was really desperate.
"well……"
Li Jianhua sighed: "I finally understand why I have never been able to improve my strength and my heart is not firm. I bet the entire Xingyi Sect on the belief that Yang Zong will come back alive."
The crowd was in commotion again.
Although Xingyimen does not have as long a history as Taiqing Palace, it is also a major martial arts sect. It has two martial arts masters, Long Teng and Li Jianhua, who have disciples all over China. It is more famous than Taiqing Palace.
Two major martial arts sects came forward, immediately raising the atmosphere to a climax.
"Let's join in and bet... Then Yang Yifei is dead."
"So do we."
Warriors from two more countries participated.
"Shameless."
Some Chinese warriors suddenly cursed.
Among the warriors from these two countries, one is actually a warrior from the Tai Chi Kingdom.
Just a moment ago, they were trying to please Yang Yifei like a dog, but in the blink of an eye, they threatened his death. It can be said that they fell out of favor like a book.
"Hmph. If he were alive, we would naturally not dare to betray him. However, he is dying now. It would be his honor to give us some benefits before he dies."
The Tai Chi warrior said shamelessly.
"You won't join?"
Kameda Noono asked the warrior from a small country who was watching the excitement.
They waved their hands repeatedly.
Although he was envious and jealous, he did not dare to get involved for fear of being retaliated by Chinese warriors in the future.
After all, Yang Yifei still has a disciple, and I heard he is very powerful.
"Okay. Now there are warriors from fifteen countries betting on Yang Yifei's death, and you are the only one betting on his survival."
Kameda Noono suppressed his dissatisfaction and said loudly: "Everyone, watch them carefully and don't let them escape. Each country will have a person in charge, and we will discuss how to distribute them."
Warriors from fifteen countries all discussed together with smiles.
Others looked toward the distant sky.
Yang Yifei was a few kilometers away and did not land, but was suspended in the air.
Ten missiles were like ten locomotives, rushing through the air and crushing Yang Yifei.
Yang Yifei casually took out a sword from the ring.
"It's a pity that this kind of ordinary weapon can only be used once. It would be great if there was a real flying sword."
His consciousness moved, and the long sword flew out, drawing a ray of light in the air, like a meteor, and struck the front missile.
"what is that?"
Both the warriors below and Luo Wenyi and others hiding in the mountains and forests were all confused.
No matter how good the warriors' eyesight is, without special skills, they can't see places several kilometers away. Yang Yifei's every move fell into their eyes, and they could only see a black shadow appearing in his hand, but what exactly was it?
No one knows anything.
Even if Luo Wenyi and others had telescopes, they could only vaguely see Yang Yifei hovering in the air, and could not see clearly what he was doing.
"Why didn't he run away?"
"I'm afraid you think you can't run away, so you won't run away, right?"
"Humph, the missiles have tracking functions. Even if he goes to the ends of the earth, he can't escape."
The Li family said disdainfully.
"It seems that we have won this bet."
Kameda Noono and others laughed.
Saranu was calm: "How are you sure that the master can't deal with those missiles?"
"Haha, can he deal with those missiles?"
Kameda Noo sneered: "You are also the leader of an armed force, so you should know the power of these missiles. Even if he is a real god, he will be dead this time."
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