However, Mu Xinya did not want to use the energy that the Heavenly Wolf King left behind. That would leave her in a weakened state for a long time.
In the end, Mu Xinya lost to Gao Yangyu's sneak attack, stopping at 48 consecutive victories.
"Ai!"
When Mu Xinya was defeated, several thousand people in the large spectator stands sighed. "No one managed to break through even after fifty consecutive victories, what more sixty? This time, we have lost everything."
Gao Yangyu's mood became exceptionally good after the final threat was eliminated. He smiled and said, "Tabulate the total amount of Medial Grade Spirit Stones that we obtained in this wrestling ring."
After a while, an old man took out a stack of information and said, "There is a total of twenty million Medial Grade Spirit Stones bet on these four people. They all stopped at fifty consecutive victories. That is to say, the people who bet on them will not get a single cent."
If the person who bet on obtained fifty consecutive victories, then the person who bet on them would obtain fifty percent of the payout. After that, for every ten consecutive victories, the payout would double.
The payout would be double for sixty consecutive victories, double for seventy consecutive victories, quadruple for eighty consecutive victories, and sixteen times for one hundred consecutive victories.
The odds looked extremely tempting, but unfortunately, if they stopped at 50 consecutive wins, they wouldn't be able to get a single cent. They would lose everything they had.
Furthermore, with Gao Yangyu's clever promotion, the wrestling ring this time was the Ancient Desolate Tower's first round of selections. This caused the number of bets to soar.
After this wrestling ring ended, who knew how many cultivators would be penniless and have to start all over again?
Gao Yangyu paused for a while and thought of something. He said, "What is the amount of bets on that Xiao Chen?"
The few of them lowered their heads and flipped through the information on the table. Then, they said, "Hey, why did it suddenly reach two million?"
Gao Yangyu's expression changed slightly. He said, "Didn't we freeze the bets on this brat? How could there be two million bets?"
The few of them checked carefully and said, "I found it. Yesterday and the day before, there were only one million bets. That should be normal. After all, he is a contestant with consecutive victories. However, today, there is an increase of one million. Something is not right. "
Gao Yangyu sneered, "It looks like someone wants to gamble. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong person."
"It shouldn't be a problem to use Master Bai to deal with that kid, right? He's the only one with a winning streak now."
Gao Yangyu said indifferently, "Old Bai is a hundred and fifty years old. When he uses his full strength, even I find it hard to deal with him. Even if Old Bai fails, Tuoba Liuyun and Mo Yan still have one more chance. Do you think this brat has a chance?"
In the spectator stands, when everyone's gazes were focused on Mu Xinya, another two acupoints on Xiao Chen's left arm exploded.
Two streams of Blue Dragon Energy slowly wandered on his arms and slowly seeped into his skin.
Xiao Chen opened his eyes slightly and revealed a faint expression of joy on his face. He said, "I am just short of Great Perfection of the Firmament Body Tempering Art's fourth layer."
"After today's battle, it looks like I will definitely reach greater mastery. However, I wonder if Gao Yangyu will give me this opportunity."
It would be his turn soon. Xiao Chen thought for a while and stopped cultivating. He got up and walked to the front of the spectator stands to watch the matches.
The one fighting was Mu Xinya. She used two Mandarin Duck Sabers. The strength of the challengers in the wrestling ring increased by the day.
Today, the strength of the challengers was comparable to the outstanding talents of the various regions. After all, they were all middle-aged cultivators.
Although the outstanding talents of the various regions were outstanding, they had not fully matured yet. Furthermore, they had a good grasp of the strength of the challengers.
Every match was exceptionally difficult. If they wanted to obtain victory, they had to go all out.
Even someone as strong as Mu Xinya had a hard time winning. There were even a few draws.
After the eighteen matches ended, Mu Xinya walked off the wrestling ring, feeling somewhat fatigued. She received the four thousand-odd Medial Grade Spirit Stones from the grey-robed old man.
Her winning streak had come to an end. She could not accumulate her previous winning streaks. Today, she had only won fifteen matches. That was all she could obtain.
Mu Xinya nodded gently at Xiao Chen and returned to Jiang Zimo's side. Pei Shaoxuan, who had already recovered from some of his injuries, smiled bitterly and said, "It was not easy to obtain sixty consecutive victories. Now, even the last hope is gone."
Jiang Zimo smiled faintly and said, "There is still Xiao Chen's winning streak. Perhaps he still has hope."
Pei Shaoxuan mocked, "What ability does he have? He could not even win against Ding Fengchou."
The others all expressed that they did not think well of Xiao Chen. Yun Ping's words were as mocking as ever.
"He is beaten to death every day. How could he obtain consecutive victories today? What a joke. Jiang Zimo, your eyesight is too poor."
Xiao Chen turned his head and swept his gaze across the people who spoke harshly. Finally, his gaze landed on Yun Ping.
Although Xiao Chen had been immersed in cultivation, he had used his Spiritual Sense to observe his surroundings. This was to ensure that when someone interrupted his cultivation, he would be able to retaliate immediately.
These people's numbers were all in front of Xiao Chen's. For the past few days, they had been mocking him nonstop like flies. No matter how good a person's temper was, they would still feel impatient.
Yun Ping had suffered seventeen consecutive defeats today. Furthermore, he had sustained significant sword injuries. He might not be able to recover by tomorrow.
Yun Ping was in an extremely bad mood. When he felt Xiao Chen's gaze, he said angrily, "What are you looking at? What are you trying to do? Could it be that I can't even say a few words to you? Who do you think you are?!"
How annoying!
Xiao Chen frowned slightly. He pushed off the ground and his figure flashed, arriving before Yun Ping.
"Pa!"
Before Yun Ping could react, Xiao Chen slapped him across the face. The sound of the slap was melodious, stunning everyone.
"How dare you hit me! You …"
This slap caused Yun Ping's face to swell up. Blood leaked out from the corner of his lips. Most importantly, it was done in front of everyone.
This slap caused Yun Ping to lose all face. There was a saying that one should not hit the face when hitting someone. However, Xiao Chen did not seem to care that much.
"Ka ca!"
Yun Ping grasped his sword hilt with his right hand and revealed a murderous intent. He was about to draw his sword and chop at Xiao Chen.
"Pa!"
Xiao Chen did not give Yun Ping any chance to draw his sword. He slapped Yun Ping's left cheek and sent him flying.
The spectator stands fell silent. Several people gaped in shock as they looked at Xiao Chen in disbelief.
It was like this was the first time they met this fellow. At this moment, Xiao Chen was extremely cold. His killing Qi was withdrawn. Although it was not released, everyone felt a chill.
Compared to the usual calm and indifferent Xiao Chen, he was like a completely different person.
"Ah!"
A miserable shriek rang out as Xiao Chen kicked Yun Ping's chest. That spot happened to be the wound that Yun Ping suffered today.
Yun Ping's internal organs had just recovered a little when Xiao Chen kicked him.
The intense pain was a small matter. If Yun Ping's injuries worsened, he would not be able to participate in the next two days of the competition.
That was to say, Yun Ping was completely disqualified from the first round of selections.
This guy's kick must have been intentional. Several people in the field thought in their hearts. His attack was really not ordinary ruthless.
You can say whatever you want, but after you make a move, he will beat you up until you are disqualified from the selections.
The people who normally mocked Xiao Chen quickly hid in a corner, avoiding Xiao Chen's gaze.
Xiao Rou looked at Yun Ping, who was lying on the ground in pain and despair. She snorted coldly and said, "Serves him right. Let's see if this fellow still dares to speak so viciously."
When Ding Fengchou saw the situation, he was not surprised. He had never thought that Xiao Chen was someone who acted normally, someone who would have any reservations.
Otherwise, Xiao Chen would not have attacked Jin Wuji so mercilessly that day after learning his identity.
Just because Xiao Chen had withdrawn his sharpness did not mean that he did not have it. Just because he did not have a temper did not mean that he had a good temper. This was Xiao Chen.
As a bladesman, Xiao Chen's sharpness could not be reduced. His pride could not be broken. He wanted to condense his Qi into saber intent. How could he allow others to humiliate him?
Ding Fengchou withdrew his gaze and stopped thinking. He only raised Xiao Chen's position in his heart.
Like Jiang Zimo, Xiao Chen was one of Ding Fengchou's biggest competitors for the twenty spots.
When Pei Shaoxuan saw this scene, he felt a chill run down his spine. He felt an inexplicable chill.
When Pei Shaoxuan thought about how he had just recovered from his injuries, he summoned out a Spirit Beast. He felt that it was not safe, so he summoned out another Spirit Beast. Then, he walked to a corner and started to treat his injuries.
After doing all this, Xiao Chen ignored Yun Ping, who was lying on the ground, groaning. Then, he turned his gaze back to the wrestling ring.
This person was already crippled and could not enter the Ancient Desolate Tower. He would never be a threat to Xiao Chen.
As long as Xiao Chen continued to grow stronger, the sect behind Yun Ping would not offend Xiao Chen for the sake of a Second Rank Genius.
Even if Yun Ping made a move against Xiao Chen, he still had two medallions to use. Xiao Chen did not have to worry about making a move against Yun Ping.
After Xiao Chen caused such a commotion, the atmosphere turned strange. The originally lively discussions stopped. It was like everyone was afraid of Xiao Chen.
After a while, the voice of the gray-robed old man rang out, "Number 125, prepare to go out quickly."
Xiao Chen leaped up gently and landed in the wrestling ring. After he left, many of the people in the wrestling ring heaved a sigh of relief for some reason.
It was like a heavy stone had been lifted from their hearts.
"I am Xiao Chen of the Great Qin Nation. Everyone, please give me some pointers."
The sky slowly turned dark. The setting sun cast a fiery-red glow over the wrestling ring, coating Xiao Chen's body with a faint red glow.
Xiao Chen maintained a calm expression, neither happy nor angry. Just like that, Xiao Chen appeared before the crowd once again.
"Xiao Chen! This fellow is coming up again. Can he continue to win? "
Every time Xiao Chen won, he paid a heavy price. He was like a small leaf in a storm.
In the storm, Xiao Chen was beaten into a mess. He rose and fell, but he persisted until the end every time, obtaining a victory that belonged to him.
Would he continue to win?
No one would say that he could. However, if they gave the opposite answer, no one would say that Xiao Chen would definitely lose.
At this moment, Xiao Chen and the crowd in the spectator stands were all unfathomable. They were filled with boundless mysteries.
It was hard to say whether Xiao Chen would win or not.
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