"Yay —! Mr. Pei, you're the best! "
The atmosphere in the arena reached its climax. There were curses, screams, and cheers. Chang Xiaoe's emotions were completely lifted as she laughed, screamed, and jumped. She was extremely excited.
Xu Lu's face darkened, especially Luo Yixing. His expression was extremely ugly.
Losing 100,000 yuan was a small matter, and he didn't care about it at all. However, he had originally participated in the gamble with the intention of competing with Pei Feng. Losing to Pei Feng … that was what made him the most angry and uncomfortable!
Not only that, because of his suggestion, all six of them lost 400,000 yuan!
There was a ten-minute break after the end of a challenge. It was a time for the contestants to breathe, adjust, and recover their strength. It was also time for the next round of bets.
The second challenger had already entered the arena. It was a Chinese martial artist in a yellow hanfu, and he was preparing for the next round.
At this time, the girl in the cheongsam walked over. "Sir, the odds were 10 to 1 just now. Do you want to cash the 100,000 yuan you won now, or put it in the prize pool to continue betting?"
"Ask her."
Pei Feng didn't even raise his head as he pointed at Chang Xiaoe beside him.
Chang Xiaoe was stunned. Just as she was about to speak, Pei Feng said calmly, "We bet together for the first round, so the 50,000 yuan is yours, and the other 50,000 is mine. Next, I'll take back the 50,000 yuan that belongs to me. I won't bet on myself, and the remaining 50,000 is yours. You decide whether to bet or not, don't ask me.
"Oh right, if you stop now, you can return me 5,000 yuan later. Today, you've made a net profit of 45,000 yuan. If you still want to bet … I'll give you some advice. It's up to you whether you want to listen, and how much you want to bet. "
Pei Feng's voice was calm as if he was talking about something insignificant. However, Chang Xiaoe's heart was in turmoil, and her breathing became rapid.
45,000 yuan!
It was equivalent to a year and a half of her salary at the clothing factory!
However, if she wanted to realize the dream in her heart and leave enough money to support her family and her brother's education for a few years, then continue her studies in high school and go to college, 45,000 yuan was definitely not enough …
Just as she was hesitating and frantically rubbing the hem of her clothes, the gentle voice of the girl in cheongsam slowly rang in her ears, "Miss, there's not much time left. Do you still want to bet this round?"
Chang Xiaoe gritted her teeth and said resolutely, "Give me 40,000 in cash and leave 10,000 in the bonus pool!"
"Okay, 90,000 in cash, right? I'll tell the cashier to bring it over. "
Chang Xiaoe took a deep breath and looked at Pei Feng. "This round … are we still betting?"
Pei Feng smiled and said lightly, "You still bet on the black guy to win."
"Alright! I bet 10,000 on the black guy! "
The girl in cheongsam smiled sweetly. "Okay."
Just as he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded from the side, "I bet on the Chinese martial artist to win! 100,000! "
Pei Feng turned his head and glanced at the ashen-faced Luo Yixing and laughed in his heart — this rhythm … seems to be going against me.
"I also bet on the Chinese martial artist to win, 100,000!"
Park Shao-yang was obviously not someone who would admit defeat.
As soon as Park Shao-yang spoke, Qin Zige also said without hesitation, "Me too, bet on the Chinese martial artist to win, 100,000!"
There were only three people left. Zhang Song frowned and stared at the two contestants on the ring — he was different from the rich second generation like Luo Yixing and Park Shao-yang. He was just a school sports department director. Losing more than 30,000 in one go was already a bit stressful for him. After all, his annual salary was less than 200,000.
Ding Qianqian and Xu Lu looked at each other. They obviously had no idea what to do.
"Lulu, are we still betting?"
Ding Qianqian asked softly.
Xu Lu looked at Pei Feng and happened to see him leaning against Chang Xiaoe and talking about something. Chang Xiaoe was giggling brightly.
With this look, an indescribable fire suddenly rose in her heart.
"Bet! I also bet on the Chinese martial artist to win, 100,000! "
Big sister, I'm asking you to buy it with me, not to buy it by yourself!
Ding Qianqian stared at Xu Lu in shock and then looked at Zhang Song. "Mr. Zhang, we …"
"Let's put it together, 100,000! Continue betting!"
Zhang Song looked serious and said in a deep voice, "Bet on the Chinese martial artist to win, 100,000!"
"Okay."
The girl in cheongsam smiled and left with the blue and white porcelain plate after writing down the details.
She was the happiest one because the annual competition had just started and the area she was in charge of was full of people. The more they bet, the more they bet, the more they bet, and the more they bet, the more they bet.
A few minutes later, the second round of the challenge began.
The young martial artist from Huaxia looked decent. He was actually from the Xing Yi Sect.
The black man and the martial artist from Huaxia fought fiercely as soon as they entered the arena. The atmosphere in the arena was immediately ignited.
Pei Feng coldly watched the intense battle on the stage. The two of them were exchanging blows, and a trace of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This young martial artist from Huaxia was here to test the waters. He was also at the peak of the External Strength Realm, but his aura was much weaker than the black man's. He should have reached the peak of the External Strength Realm not long ago. Judging from the slight changes in his expression when he was warming up in the arena, it was obvious that he did not have much combat experience. He pretended to be calm, but he was actually very nervous.
This time, the Xing Yi Sect sent a lot of people to the arena. There were about ten of them, old and young, male and female. They were sitting in the east corner of the arena. Pei Feng was very observant. He already knew that the martial artist from Huaxia in the arena was with them.
This time, the Xing Yi Sect obviously had a plan for the annual competition. The first disciple they sent … was just to test the waters.
As expected, the young martial artist from Huaxia gradually found it difficult to defend against the unpredictable, sharp, and swift leg techniques of the black man.
The arena was round and very large, but there was no rope. If one fell off the arena, he would lose. Soon, the young martial artist from Huaxia was forced to the edge of the arena by the black man for the third time.
This time, he wasn't so lucky.
The continuous powerful kicks were so powerful that it was hard to breathe. The young Huaxia martial artist was forced to the edge of the arena. He tried to use his movement technique to shake off his opponent again, but this time, he was seen through by the black man. The black man cut off his escape route with a sweep, and then... another feint, a Moon Kick that caught him off guard!
He managed to block the kick, but the force of the Moon Kick was so strong that the young martial artist from Huaxia was kicked out of the arena.
The black man won the second round of the challenge.
This time, the odds were 6 to 1. The 10,000 yuan became 60,000 yuan again.
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