"How fragrant, I knew that betting with Madam Gao was the right choice."
A yellow-faced burly man twitched his nose, wishing he could immediately pounce on the noblewoman. But thinking of the other party's identity, he hesitated. The middle-aged woman's charm was still there, truly captivating.
"Old Huang, I think you don't want to live anymore."
A middle-aged man wearing blue patted the yellow-faced man's shoulder.
"Thank you for the reminder, old brother. I was confused for a moment."
The yellow-faced man slapped his forehead, cold sweat dripping down. Not to mention people of his level, there were already many martial artists stronger than him who died in the hands of Madam Gao, even her own husband died halfway.
"How do you think Old Gao died, was he sucked dry by this woman?"
The yellow-faced man didn't dare to speak openly, secretly using voice transmission to discuss with the blue-clothed man next to him.
"You already know the answer, after Old Gao died, her Cultivation rose three levels, do you dare say there was no problem?"
The blue-clothed man sat upright, his expression without the slightest change, but his thoughts were even darker than the yellow-faced man's. They all thought that Madam Gao had seduced many young and strong martial artists behind their brother's back, sucking them all dry. This wasn't enough, in the end, even Old Gao was sucked dry and died.
"This Black Widow's ability is really irresistible, it's a pity I don't have the life to enjoy it."
The yellow-faced man looked at Madam Gao's snow-white thighs, still somewhat unwilling. But thinking of the group of people who died before, and then thinking of Old Gao's shriveled appearance before his death, he suppressed the fire in his heart.
"Bet well, after you win, we'll go to Dan Yang Building to play. Look at that kid, he's Song Wanshan's lover. "
The blue-clothed man pointed at the plain-clothed man on the stage and introduced him to the yellow-faced man.
"That's him, besides his face being a bit pale, I don't think there's anything good about him."
The yellow-faced man's words were clearly out of jealousy. Who didn't know that Dan Yang Building's expenses were especially high, and Song Wanshan was once the Song family's young miss, ordinary people wouldn't receive them. When this linen-clothed man first came to Stony Plain City, he had spent a lot of money in the Pill Yang Building. In the end, he became a pauper and was forced to come to the Luosheng Sect to fight a life and death battle.
When the two of them were discussing the cloth-clothed man, they did not use the secret voice transmission. Du Feng, who was not far away, could hear everything clearly. Sure enough, it was as he had expected. This person had been hollowed out in the brothel. Lust was like a knife above one's head. Even if a martial artist's body was strong, he still had to control himself.
"Sizzle …"
Buried Heaven could not dodge in time and was slashed across his chest by the plain-clothed man. A long, bloody gash appeared, and even his white flesh was exposed. His skin was rough, his flesh was thick, and his strength was great. He usually liked to fight with his upper body bare, but this time, he finally suffered.
"I wanted to bet on him, but you wouldn't let me."
Although Feng Siyuan was young, his ambition was not small. He had wanted to bet all his money on the plain-clothed man to win. With the odds of 1: 5 for small to win big, winning was still quite impressive.
"He's about to lose!"
The time limit for betting was over. Even if Feng Siyuan wanted to pay up, he would not have the chance. This time, Du Feng did not try to persuade him. Instead, he told him directly that the plain-clothed man was about to lose.
"Watch out for my sword!"
The plain-clothed man's movement technique was agile, and he took advantage of the situation to attack. He waved the sharp sword in his hand rapidly, drawing the shape of a plum blossom in the air. He did not forget to maintain an elegant posture even when he was fighting. It was no wonder that Song Wanshan was so infatuated with him. If it were not for the boss of the Elixir Yang Tower, the two of them might have eloped.
"Aiya, my darling, that was a beautiful move."
The rich lady, who was dressed luxuriously, had been competing with Lady Gao for wealth earlier. She stood up excitedly when she saw the plain-clothed man's beautiful sword technique. She wished she could just throw money at Buried Heaven and let the plain-clothed man win. That way, her wager would be five times higher. She might even be able to bring that pale-faced scholar home to play.
"Sigh!"
Du Feng sighed and shook his head helplessly. If the plain-clothed man had not been so particular about the elegance of his moves, he might have had a chance of winning. After all, ever since he descended from Grandmaster-level, his movement technique foundation and sword technique foundation were pretty good. However, there was no hope for him now.
"Pfft!"
The plain-clothed man stabbed Buried Heaven's left shoulder, piercing right through his collarbone. He was clearly elated after succeeding, and a smile that had not been seen in a long time appeared on his cold face. The spectators who had bet on Buried Heaven looked dejected at the moment, feeling like they were going to lose a lot.
"Die!"
Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn for the worse. Buried Heaven did not care about the sword in his body at all. He took half a step forward abruptly, allowing the entire sword to pierce through him. Then, he grabbed the plain-clothed man's neck. His hands were large to begin with, so grabbing the man's neck was like strangling a chick.
"Gulp, gulp …"
The plain-clothed man wanted to say something, but he could not because his neck was being strangled. He wanted to pull his sword back and continue attacking, but he realized that it had pierced too deep and was stuck in the bone. In reality, Buried Heaven had purposely contracted his muscles so that the bone would clamp the sword tighter.
His fingers, which were as thick as carrots, exerted force, and cracking sounds could be heard. The plain-clothed man's throat was crushed with each crack. Then, Buried Heaven pulled hard and plucked a handsome head off.
"Rip! Rip! Rip! "
The spectators were in an uproar again, and they began shouting Buried Heaven's signature move, ripping.
"I want his head!"
The rich lady, who had been hoping that the plain-clothed man would win, did not feel sad or upset after seeing him die. Instead, she asked Buried Heaven for his head excitedly.
"Whoosh …"
Buried Heaven tossed the handsome head away with a flick of his arm, and it landed right in the rich lady's arms. The rich lady picked up the plain-clothed man's head and kissed him hard on the forehead. She had clearly lost five hundred Yellow Crystals, but it was as if she had made a profit.
Meanwhile, Madam Gao, who had also lost five hundred Yellow Crystals, was clearly unhappy. She cared about money the most, and she could have as many handsome men as she wanted. She did not care at all.
"You're right, this guy looks good, but he's useless."
Feng Siyuan had wanted to place a bet on the plain-clothed man, but Du Feng had stopped him. Now, the plain-clothed man would really lose. Du Feng did not place a bet, as winning or losing was none of his business. He just did not want Feng Siyuan to gamble too much at such a young age. The match was over, and he was about to leave when a leg suddenly flew in his direction.
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