"Let's start the bet."
"Come here if you want to bet. With Brother Yang Shihua as the guarantor, we'll collect 10% of the money from the winner. We guarantee fairness. You don't have to worry about not getting money if you win."
"Brother Yang Shihua is the guarantor."
"Haha, Brother Yang Shihua is ranked fifth on the Mountaineering List and also on the Strong Dragon List. With him as the guarantor, who dares to go against us?"
A long table was placed beside the Mountaineering Battle Arena. Several disciples were shouting.
"Chen Zong challenges Brother Ma Zhengyu. One to two, no limit. Come here if you want to make money."
"I'll bet ten spirit shells, one to two. I bet that Chen Zong will be defeated by Senior Brother Ma Zhengyu in ten moves. Who dares to bet with me?" A disciple took out ten spirit shells and placed them on the table.
"Haha, ten moves is too much."
"Who the hell would be stupid enough to bet with you?"
"Yeah, everyone knows that Chen Zong is overestimating himself. He'll be lucky if he can withstand three moves. Ten moves? Dream on."
"One to three, do you dare?" The disciple who put ten spirit shells on Chen Zong thought for a while and increased the bet.
"One to five, I'll bet with you." Someone laughed.
"One to four, at most." The disciple clenched his teeth and took out 30 spirit shells. This was all he had saved up over a long period of time. Anyway, Chen Zong couldn't win, so he could earn ten spirit shells. Why not?
The spirit shells were collected by several disciples who were impartial. The two people who were betting were also given a bet book, which clearly stated the names of the two parties, the amount of moves and the ratio of the bet, and so on.
"Take it. When you win, you can take the money based on the bet book. The book is the only thing that matters."
"And the person who is betting."
"The result is too obvious. Chen Zong is no match for Senior Brother Ma. I think he will be defeated within three moves," someone said, shaking his head.
"That's not necessarily true. Senior Brother Ma Zhengyu is a two-star warrior, but Chen Zong defeated Wu Shilie with his bare hands. This means that Chen Zong is one of the stronger one-star warriors. But Chen Zong didn't draw his sword. Maybe his sword art is superb, and he can reach the two-star level with only one sword."
After hearing what this disciple said, it seemed that there really was such a thing.
Could it be that Chen Zong could compete with Ma Zhengyu, or even defeat him?
"That's impossible. Chen Zong's cultivation is only at the early stage of the eighth turn of the Training Force Realm. Moreover, who knows if his best skill is his fist art or not his sword art?"
Now that he thought about it, it seemed to make some sense.
"Five moves, five moves, ten spirit shells, one against two, who wants to fight?"
"Let me do it."
"Brother Chen, they have underestimated you," Lin Ji said angrily.
Chen Zong was also a little speechless.
Those disciples who were betting all thought that they couldn't withstand five to ten moves from Ma Zhengyu, and the most optimistic one was only able to withstand twenty moves.
"Chen Zong, do you dare to bet with me?" Ma Zhengyang, who was in the crowd, saw Chen Zong and immediately screamed.
Everyone was immediately attracted and their eyes fell on Chen Zong.
"He is Chen Zong."
"He looks ordinary."
"I can't feel his Internal Force."
"I guess he has practiced a cultivation method to hide his Qi."
Facing the attention and discussion of the crowd, Chen Zong looked indifferent and asked, "How do you want to bet?"
"I bet that my cousin will defeat you in twenty moves, one against three. If he wins, these thirty spirit shells are yours." Ma Zhengyang took out thirty spirit shells with a provocative face.
Chen Zong shook his head.
"He doesn't dare to bet."
"He knows that he will lose. Why would he bet with Senior Brother Ma? He just wants to increase his fame by challenging him."
"Fifteen spirit shells, one against ten. Who dares to bet that I will win?" Chen Zong took out fifteen spirit shells and put them on the table. He glanced at them with his clear eyes and said unhurriedly. His casual look almost made people think that he had already won.
Everyone was stunned. Even the disciples who were in charge of maintaining the fairness of the bet stared at Chen Zong in disbelief.
Betting that he would win? He was too confident, or even arrogant.
However, one against ten was too big. He had to take out 150 spirit shells, which was a huge sum for most disciples.
Chen Zong glanced at Ma Zhengyang's face and asked with a smile, "Ma Zhengyang, do you dare to bet with me?"
"I …" Ma Zhengyang's expression changed. He wanted to say yes, but he couldn't because 30 spirit shells were all he had. He couldn't take out more.
"Ma Zhengyang, I will lend you 20 spirit shells." Someone said. Ma Zhengyang's eyes lit up. He seemed to have thought of a way. He looked around and said, "Everyone, who wants to lend me some spirit shells? I will pay you back later."
"Haha, I have 10 spirit shells. I will lend them to you first."
"Fifteen spirit shells. I will lend them to you."
Soon, Ma Zhengyang collected 150 spirit shells.
A pile of jade-white spirit shells was piled on the table, blinding everyone's eyes.
The bet was established. Chen Zong looked at the bet book. The content was clear and detailed, so he put it away.
"I also bet that Brother Chen will win. Ten spirit shells, one against five. Does anyone dare to bet with me?" Lin Ji took two steps forward and put ten spirit shells on the table.
That was 50 spirit shells, which was not a small number.
"Ten spirit shells. Barely enough. I will take it." Someone walked out and took out 50 spirit shells.
Except for Chen Zong and Lin Ji, who supported him, no one else bet on Chen Zong. At most, they bet that he would lose within 20 moves.
More and more people gathered around the battle stage. They either watched or participated in the bet.
"Senior Brother Ma Zhengyu is here."
"Where is he?"
They all looked up.
The disciples on the Mountain-Climbing List usually lived in the Mountain-Climbing List. They rarely appeared in public, which made people even more curious.
Chen Zong also looked over. Through the gaps in the crowd, he saw a young man in a brown martial arts robe striding over. He was about 20 years old. He looked calm, with a chiseled face and deep eyes. His tightly pursed lips made his whole face look more resolute.
He walked with majestic steps. He carried a palm-wide iron ruler on his back. It was more than one meter long. His palms under the robe were white and his fingers were slender and powerful.
He didn't look fast, but he crossed hundreds of meters in a short time and walked to the bottom of the battle stage. Ma Zhengyu stood on the battle stage without any pretense. It felt as if he had been standing there for a long time.
"Very fast speed and exquisite footwork." Chen Zong's pupils shrank slightly as he muttered to himself.
Standing on the two-meter-high battle stage, Ma Zhengyu looked disdainfully. He said slowly with a slightly domineering voice, "Who is Chen Zong?"
Chen Zong walked out of the crowd and lightly leaped up with light footsteps. He was as light as a swallow and as light as a leaf in the wind, and he silently descended onto the combat arena to face Ma Zhengyu.
At this moment, a figure like a giant bird with wings spread, flashed across the sky and landed on the battle stage. It was Instructor Liu.
"Today, Chen Zong will challenge Ma Zhengyu, who is ranked 89th on the Mountain-Climbing List. I will be the host." Instructor Liu said loudly. His words were clearly heard by everyone. "Remember, no matter who wins or loses in this battle, you are not allowed to kill. Now, let's start."
"Draw your sword!" Ma Zhengyu's words were simple and domineering.
"Show me your weapon." Chen Zong did not draw his sword as instructed. Instead, he said slowly.
Ma Zhengyu's eyes flashed. He took a step forward like an arrow leaving the bow. He flipped his palm and the center of his palm caved in. It was as if a red-hot soldering iron was imprinted on a sponge. It burned through the air and hit Chen Zong's chest.
Chen Zong did not draw his sword. Instead, he hit back with his palm.
The two palms collided. The energy overflowed like a gust of wind blowing in all directions. The circular ripples spread out and were clearly visible.
Both of them swayed, but neither of them retreated.
"Eh …" Ma Zhengyu's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. Although his palm was just a test move and he did not use all of his strength, it was still not something an ordinary martial artist at the peak of the Ninth Transformation of the Qi Refining State could take. However, his opponent took it and did not move at all.
Ma Zhengyu could clearly feel Chen Zong's inner force was powerful and domineering. It also contained a trace of sharpness.
At the same time, Chen Zong could also feel the power and toughness of Ma Zhengyu's inner force.
While he was thinking, Ma Zhengyu had already attacked again. He threw out palm after palm attack, and the palm shadows filled up his vision. The palm wind howled, and countless cyclones appeared and disappeared in the surroundings. Every palm attack contained a horrifying power, which was enough to threaten a one-star warrior.
Chen Zong still did not draw his sword. He also hit with palm after palm. The palm shadows offset each other and collided with each other. Countless energy surged in all directions like a surging tide.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged ten moves. Those who bet that Chen Zong would be defeated in five or ten moves looked gloomy and scary.
The person who won the bet was naturally overjoyed. At the same time, he was also very surprised.
Chen Zong was actually able to withstand ten moves from Ma Zhengyu. This was too surprising.
"Why didn't Senior Brother Ma use all of his strength?" Those who lost were angry. They all thought that if Ma Zhengyu used all of his strength, he could definitely defeat Chen Zong in ten or even five moves.
"Damn Chen Zong. He's best at palm techniques, not sword techniques." They all cursed.
Those who bet that Chen Zong would be defeated in twenty moves also began to feel uneasy.
Twelve moves!
Thirteen moves!
Soon, it was the fifteenth move. Chen Zong still did not show any signs of defeat. Instead, he and Ma Zhengyu were fighting very well. It seemed that they were evenly matched.
"You have some strength. You are qualified to make me use the Mountain-measuring Ruler." Ma Zhengyu hit with his palm. After another collision, he took a few steps back with the help of the force. He said while holding the ruler on his back.
"Senior Brother Ma is finally going to use his weapon."
"He's going to show his real strength."
"Haha, I'm going to win. Senior Brother Ma will definitely defeat Chen Zong in the next five moves." Those who bet that Chen Zong would be defeated in twenty moves were overjoyed.
The Mountain-measuring Ruler was as wide as a palm and as thick as a finger. It was 1.2 meters long and brown all over. There were shadows of mountains on the ruler, overlapping each other.
After pulling out the Mountain-measuring Ruler, Ma Zhengyu's aura immediately changed. It became stronger and more vigorous, like a mountain pressing down on the earth. It was full of power.
As he waved it, a dull whistling sound was heard, which brought invisible pressure to the crowd.
Chen Zong's sharp eyes fell on the Mountain-measuring Ruler. He could vaguely see that the ruler was extraordinary, and he could also clearly feel the change in Ma Zhengyu. He held the hilt with his right hand and slowly pulled out the Red Thunder Sword.
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