"If you want to bet, come quickly. Brother Yang Shihua will be your guarantee and we will charge 10% of the fair money to the winner to ensure fairness. You don't have to worry about not getting the money if you win."
"Senior Brother Yang Shihua will be your guarantee."
"Hey, senior brother Yang Shihua is ranked fifth on the mountain climbing list and also on the strong dragon list. With him as a guarantee, no one dares to violate it."
A long table was placed next to Linshan Zhanwu Platform, and several disciples were shouting loudly.
"Chen Zong challenges Brother Ma Zhengyu to a one to two bet, there is no limit, come quickly if you want to make money."
"I'm offering ten spirit shells, one to two. I bet that Chen Zong will be defeated by Brother Ma Zhengyu within ten moves. Who dares to bet against me." A disciple took out ten spirit shells and placed them on the table, exhaled and shouted loudly.
"Haha, ten moves are too many."
"Who is so stupid to bet against you?"
"Yeah, everyone knows that Chen Zong doesn't know his own strength. If he can sustain three moves, it's good. He still wants to take ten moves. It's just a dream."
"One to three, do you dare?" The man who took out ten spirit shells to buy Chen Zongying thought for a while and then increased the ratio.
"One to five, I'll bet you." Someone laughed.
"One to four at most." The man gritted his teeth and took out thirty Lingbei from his arms. This was all he had saved up after spending a lot of time. Chen Zong couldn't win anyway.
You can earn ten spirit shells, why not?
The bettors were collected by the impartial disciples, and a book of bets was given to the two bettors, which clearly stated the names of the two parties, the amount of the bet, the ratio of the bets, etc.
"Get it. When the time comes and you win, you can use the gambling book to get the money. Recognize the book but not the person."
"There are also people who gamble."
"The ending is too obvious. Chen Zong cannot be a match for Senior Brother Ma. He will probably be defeated within three moves." Someone shook his head and said.
"That's not necessarily true. Senior brother Ma Zhengyu has a two-star combat power, but Chen Zong defeated Wu Shilie with bare hands. This shows that Chen Zong is also a stronger one among the one-star combat power. But Chen Zong did not draw his sword, maybe
His swordsmanship is superb. With just one sword, his combat power can reach two stars?"
When I heard this disciple say it, I thought that it really happened.
Could it be said that it is possible for Chen Zong to compete with Ma Zhengyu or even defeat Ma Zhengyu?
"It's impossible. Chen Zong's cultivation is only at the early stage of the eighth level of Jin Realm. Furthermore, who knows if his most powerful skill is boxing rather than swordsmanship."
Having said that, it seems to make some sense.
"Five moves, five moves, ten spirit shells, one versus two, who will do it?"
"I'll do it."
"Brother Chen, they underestimate you too much." Lin Ji said angrily.
Chen Zong was also a little speechless.
The disciples who were betting against each other all believed that they could not survive Ma Zhengyu's five or ten moves, and the most promising one was twenty moves.
"Chen Zong, do you dare to bet with me?" Ma Zhengyang, who was among the crowd, saw Chen Zong and immediately screamed.
Everyone was immediately attracted, and their eyes fell on Chen Zong.
"He is Chen Zong."
"Looks pretty average."
"I can't feel his inner energy."
"I guess he is practicing a technique that hides aura."
"How to bet?" Facing everyone's gaze and discussion, Chen Zong asked calmly.
"I bet my cousin to beat you within twenty moves, one to three. If you win, these thirty spirit shells will be yours." Ma Zhengyang took out thirty spirit shells with a provocative look on his face.
Chen Zong shook his head.
"I don't even dare to gamble."
"How could you bet and challenge Senior Brother Ma when you know you will lose? You just want to increase your fame."
"Fifteen spirit shells, bet me to win, one to ten, who dares to take it?" Chen Zong took out fifteen spirit shells and put them on the table, glanced at them with clear eyes, and said unhurriedly, Yun Dan
Feng Qing's appearance almost made people think that he had already won.
Everyone around was stunned, even the few disciples who maintained the fairness of the gambling were staring at Chen Zong in amazement and disbelief.
Betting on yourself to win is too confident, even arrogant.
However, one to ten is too big, so one hundred and fifty spirit shells will have to be spent. For most disciples, that is a huge sum of money.
"Ma Zhengyang, do you dare?" Chen Zong glanced at Ma Zhengyang's face and asked with a smile on his lips.
"I..." Ma Zhengyang's expression changed. He wanted to say "dare", but he couldn't because thirty spirit shells were his entire possessions and he couldn't give out any more.
"Ma Zhengyang, I'll lend you twenty spirit shells." Someone said. Ma Zhengyang's eyes lit up and he seemed to have thought of a way. He quickly looked around and said, "Everyone, whoever lends me the spirit shells first, I will return them later."
"Haha, I have ten spirit shells here. Let me lend them to you first."
"Fifteen spirit shells, I'll lend them to you."
Soon, Ma Zhengyang collected one hundred and fifty Lingbei.
A pile of jade-white shells were piled on the table, blinding everyone's eyes.
The bet was established. Chen Zong looked at the bet book. The content was detailed and clear, and he put it away.
"I will also win with Brother Chen. Ten Lingbei, one to five is fine. Does anyone dare to bet against me?" Lin Ji took two steps forward, took out ten Lingbei and put them on the table and asked.
That's fifty Lingbei, which is not a small amount.
"Ten spirit shells, barely enough, I'll take it." A man came out and took out fifty spirit shells.
Except for Chen Zong himself and Lin Ji who supported him, no one bet on Chen Zong to win. At most, they bet on him losing within twenty moves.
More and more people gathered around the martial arts platform, either watching or participating in the betting.
"Senior Brother Ma Zhengyu is here."
"Where where?"
One by one they looked up.
The disciples on the mountaineering list generally live in the mountaineering list and rarely appear in front of everyone, which makes people even more curious.
Chen Zong also looked over, and through the gap in the crowd, he saw a young man wearing a brown military robe striding towards him. He was about in his early twenties, with a calm expression, angular face, deep eyes, and tight lips that looked like
Make the entire facial lines appear more resolute.
The dragon walks like a tiger with majestic steps, carrying an iron ruler as wide as a palm on its back, more than one meter in length. The palms under the sleeves of the robe are white and the fingers are long and strong.
He looked unhappy, but in a short period of time, he crossed hundreds of meters and walked to the martial arts platform. Without any pretense, Ma Zhengyu stood on the martial arts platform, feeling as if he had been standing there before.
"Very fast, superb footwork." Chen Zong's pupils narrowed slightly and he said secretly.
Standing on the two-meter-high martial arts platform, Ma Zhengyu stared sternly and spoke slowly, with a slightly domineering voice: "Who is Chen Zong?"
Chen Zong walked out of the crowd, jumped up lightly with brisk footsteps, as light as a flying swallow, and like a leaf in the wind, and landed silently on the martial arts platform, facing Ma Zhengyu directly.
At this time, a figure spread across the sky like a roc spreading its wings, then flashed past like a fleeting light, and landed on the martial arts platform. It was none other than Instructor Liu.
"Today, Chen Zong challenges Ma Zhengyu, the 89th on the mountaineering list, and I will host it." Instructor Liu said loudly, and the words were clearly heard in everyone's ears: "You two remember, no matter you win or lose in this battle, you are not allowed to win.
Killer, start now."
"Draw your sword!" Ma Zhengyu's words were simple and domineering.
"Show your weapon." Chen Zong did not draw his sword as promised, but said slowly and quickly.
A glimmer of light flashed in Ma Zhengyu's eyes, and he stepped forward like an arrow shooting off the string. His palm flew forward, and his palm sunken in. It was like a red-hot iron imprinted on a sponge, burning through the air, and hit Chen Zong's chest.
.
Chen Zong did not draw his sword, but slapped it with his backhand.
The two palms touch and collide, and the energy is overflowing, like the wind blowing in all directions, the circular ripples spread, and the circles are clearly visible.
Both sides swayed, but neither of them retreated.
"Eh..." A trace of surprise flashed through Ma Zhengyu's eyes. Although his palm was just a test move and he did not use his full strength, it was not something that an ordinary martial artist at the ninth level of Jinjin Realm could catch hard, but the other party caught it.
, and, motionless.
Ma Zhengyu can clearly feel Chen Zong's powerful and domineering inner energy, which also contains the slightest bit of sharpness.
Similarly, Chen Zong can also feel the vigor and strength of Ma Zhengyu's inner energy.
As his thoughts turned, Ma Zhengyu had already taken action again, striking out one palm after another. The shadows of his palms filled his eyes, the wind roared from his palms, and countless cyclones were born and destroyed around him. Each palm contained terrifying power, which could give a one-star fighter
Force warriors pose a clear threat.
Chen Zong still didn't draw his sword, but he also struck out with one palm after another. The shadows of his palms were offset and collided continuously. Countless energies stirred up and down in all directions, like the surging tide.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought for ten moves. Those who were betting that Chen Zong would lose within ten of the five moves had gloomy faces, which were a bit frighteningly ugly.
The person who won the bet was naturally full of joy and at the same time very surprised.
Chen Zong can actually support ten moves under Ma Zhengyu, which is so surprising.
"Brother Ma, why don't you use all your strength?" The losers said angrily. They all felt that if Ma Zhengyu used all his strength, he would definitely be able to defeat Chen Zong within ten or even five moves.
"Damn Chen Zong, his most powerful skill is his palm skills, not his sword skills." Everyone yelled angrily.
Those who bet on twenty moves also began to feel uneasy.
Twelve moves!
Thirteen moves!
Soon, at the fifteenth move, Chen Zong still showed no sign of defeat. Instead, he and Ma Zhengyu fought vigorously, as if they were evenly matched.
"You have some strength, you are qualified to let me use the measuring ruler." Ma Zhengyu struck out with his palm, and after another collision, he used the force to take a few steps back, and said while holding the ruler behind his back.
"Senior Brother Ma is finally going to use weapons."
"The real strength is about to be shown."
"Haha, I'm going to win. Senior Brother Ma will definitely be able to defeat Chen Zong in the next five moves." The person who bet on Chen Zong's twenty moves was very happy.
The mountain ruler is one palm wide, as thick as a finger, and one meter long. It is brown in color and has phantoms of mountains on top of it, overlapping them one after another.
Pulling out the measuring ruler, Ma Zhengyu's aura immediately changed, becoming stronger and thicker, like a mountain suppressing the earth, and full of power.
As he waved, a dull whistling sound sounded, which brought invisible pressure to everyone.
Chen Zong's sharp eyes fell on the measuring ruler. He could vaguely see the extraordinary nature of the measuring ruler, and could clearly feel the changes in Ma Zhengyu. He clasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and slowly pulled out the Red Thunder Sword.