"Teacher Wan!"
"Uncle-Master Wan!"
"Mr. Wan!"
Exclamations rose and fell below the stage. The Emperor, Chanyu Jing, sneered and said, "What an old fox."
In this way, he didn't lose too badly.
Wan Chuanzhou floated to the ground and said loudly to the stage, "Third Young Master Shen is indeed skilled in swordsmanship. I'm old and weak. It's a pity that I can't fight another 300 rounds. Consider it my loss!"
"No!"
"How can he admit defeat like this!"
"Mr. Wan has old injuries, and this Shen Zhenyi doesn't know how to be polite. Sigh …"
This group of friends and relatives beat their chests and stamped their feet, feeling sorry for Wan Chuanzhou. They only thought that Wan Chuanzhou's swordsmanship was better than Shen Zhenyi's, and that he had to admit defeat only because of his old injuries.
Looking at him holding his ribs to hide the pain, everyone thought that he had been seriously injured in the past, and they all sympathized with him.
Cynanchum Chinense rolled her eyes. He was old and injured. Did he expect Master to admit defeat? Then there was no need to compete in the Nine Zen Heavenly Battle Arena. Wouldn't it be settled as long as they counted who was older and had more serious injuries in the past?
What's more … Master must have already shown mercy.
Otherwise, this old man would have been knocked out of the arena in two or three rounds. How could he have the chance to show off for so long?
No matter how the people around discussed, the outcome of this battle was decided.
Unexpectedly, Wan Chuanzhou, the elder of the Falling Plum Sect, one of the eight sects, did not win. The winner was the unknown Abandoned Sword Villa's Shen Zhenyi.
Some people who were paying attention to the arena but didn't watch this battle found it strange. Later, they heard that Wan Chuanzhou admitted defeat because of his old injuries. Only then did they understand.
Therefore, even though Shen Zhenyi became a dark horse, his odds didn't increase. Instead, it decreased slightly.
When Shen Zhenyi got off the golden stage, the Dreamless Monk came up to congratulate him. He beamed with joy and said, "The Third Young Master Shen is really a great talent. I originally thought that after winning this match against Wan Chuanzhou, the odds would increase slightly no matter what. Even if I smeared your name, it would be useless. Who would have thought that The Third Prince would be self-taught and know how to crack down on fake arenas. He gave Wan Chuanzhou face and gave us a chance to make money. "
As such, the total profit should be higher than previously estimated.
Shen Zhenyi smiled but did not say anything.
He didn't do it on purpose. It was just that if others knew how to behave, he would leave some face for them. Why not?
Cynanchum Chinense glared at him, "Monk, you only came out now. Then tell me, how much money did my master earn?"
The Dreamless Monk grinned and calculated for a while. He clicked his tongue and said, "You really made a lot of money this time. The Third Young Master Shen bet 100,000 taels of purple gold. Just in this match alone, you have won 140,000 taels of purple gold. Now you have 240,000 taels of purple gold in your hands."
"So much?"
Cynanchum Chinense just asked casually. She didn't expect to win so much money.
"There will be more in the future!"
The Dreamless Monk laughed and said to Shen Zhenyi, "In the future, I will have to ask the Third Young Master Shen for help. You don't have to go all out. Just be a little merciful."
He winked, "Like today, it's the best."
Shen Zhenyi didn't comment.
He didn't care about the money. He would do whatever he wanted.
On the first day of the Nine Zen Heaven Fighting Ring, there weren't too many unexpected winners. Most of the winners had already won. Some people noticed that a veteran master like Wan Chuanzhou lost to a newcomer, but it didn't cause any waves.
Deep in the palace, Princess Yan was holding Shen Zhenyi's information in a daze.
"More than ten years ago, this person had just ascended to immortality from the Moon Decapitation in the Nine Serenities. At that time, his cultivation was at most at the first level of the Perfected Person Realm. Now, he has advanced to at least the eighth level of the Perfected Person Realm. This progress … is really shocking."
The advancement of one's realm required comprehension.
The accumulation of Genuine Qi required time.
Many people might not be able to advance one level after a hundred years of hard work. This person had advanced seven levels in more than ten years. Not to mention the speed of accumulation of Genuine Qi, how did he cross the threshold of the comprehension of the bottleneck of Martial Arts?
Princess Yan had relied on countless treasures of heaven and earth, the teachings of countless famous teachers, and her extraordinary talent. She was only able to break through to the eighth level of the Perfected Person Realm after dozens of years. Shen Zhenyi's strength was actually above hers!
At least when Princess Yan fought with Wan Chuanzhou, she was only slightly better than him. It was impossible for her to be as skillful as Shen Zhenyi.
"Who on earth is this person?"
She slowly put down the information and thought, "Could it be that all the people from the Moon Decapitation have such talent?"
It was not easy to ascend to immortality from the Moon Decapitation. It required great perseverance and determination. No matter where this kind of person was placed, as long as he was given enough time and space, he would be a hero of a region.
Shen Zhenyi came from the Moon Decapitation. After a hundred years, many people would still think highly of his future.
But … it was too fast now!
"Master Mu!"
Princess Yan clapped her hands lightly. A man in black appeared from the darkness and knelt on one knee.
"I suddenly remembered that you are also from the Moon Decapitation. What do you think of Shen Zhenyi?"
The man in black's face was as white as paper. He was extremely cold. After pondering for a long time, he replied, "He is just a lucky person. How can he be compared to the Princess? He is just a clown! "
This Master Mu was called Mu Shou. He also came from the Moon Decapitation in the Nine Serenities. As he was inextricably linked to the royal family, he chose to serve the Great Moon Empire and became the royal family's personal bodyguard.
For a hundred years, he had been practicing swordsmanship and was now an expert at the eighth level of the Perfected Person Realm.
Chanyu Jing doted on his beloved daughter, so he gave Mu Shou to Princess Yan to protect her safety.
Mu Shou cultivated for many years to achieve what he had today. Naturally, he was unhappy with Shen Zhenyi, who had achieved so much overnight.
"Good!"
Princess Yan was overjoyed. "So, you will help me test his quality?"
The sky was dark. It was the third watch of the night.
The moon was dark and the wind was strong. It was a night to kill.
"Yes!"
Mu Shou did not ask for the reason. He nodded and disappeared into the darkness.
"Humph!"
Princess Yan threw down Shen Zhenyi's information. The young man in the information was dressed in white. No matter how she looked at him, she did not like him.
"Today, let me see if you can withstand Master Mu's sword. If you die, it means that my father made a mistake. You can't blame me for this!"
In the darkness, the woman's face was as red as blood. Light and shadow intertwined. It was a little scary.
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