Obtaining the Immortal Martial Union didn't depend on one's strength, but one's talent.
Duanmu Duanmu's high opinion of Ye Mo gave Duanmu Zi the idea of letting Ye Mo deal a blow to Zhou Hong. Although the possibility wasn't high, she still wanted to give it a try.
If it wasn't for Zhou Hong and the others interfering in the last mission, she wouldn't have failed. That was why she held a grudge against Ye Mo. If Ye Mo could defeat Zhou Hong this time, he would be able to help her vent her anger.
"Ye Mo, how about it? I'll pay for the bet. And if you win, I'll help you pay for your return to the Immortal Martial Continent. When you have the money, you can pay me back. How about that?"
Duanmu Zi said.
Ye Mo's eyes lit up. This was a good deal. If he lost, he wouldn't have to pay anything. If he won, Duanmu Zi would help him pay for his return to the Immortal Martial Continent. That way, he wouldn't have to take out his first Immortal Martial Union.
"Deal!"
Ye Mo nodded, agreeing without hesitation.
Next, he saw Zhou Hong and the others walking over.
Ye Mo walked over as well, his arms crossed as he unleashed his Holy Dragon Aura. Although it wasn't as strong as Zhou Hong's, the noble nature of the aura caused Zhou Hong's expression to change slightly.
"I'm the second genius of the Immortal River Rankings. I want to make a bet with you."
Ye Mo looked at Zhou Hong and said calmly.
Although Ye Mo wasn't confident of winning, as long as Zhou Hong accepted the challenge, he had a chance of winning. "How dare you, Ye Mo!
Who do you think you are? A person who hasn't even reached the Profound Immortal Realm dares to make a bet with Brother Zhou Hong? Don't think that just because you got the second place on the Immortal River Rankings that you're all high and mighty. With your talent, you can be arrogant in the Heaven Class. But in the God Class, you'd better restrain yourself. "
One of the God Class students was enraged. A student who had just entered the Heaven Class dared to challenge the genius who had succeeded Zhou Han in the God Class?
To them, this was an absolute provocation.
"Don't ask if I'm qualified," Ye Mo said disdainfully. "I'm only asking if he dares or not. Don't try to show off. I got the second place on the Immortal River Rankings not because of luck, but because of my true talent."
Ye Mo said disdainfully.
"Interesting!"
As Zhou Hong spoke, his eyes widened. Immediately, a powerful will wrapped around Ye Mo's body. Ye Mo immediately sensed it. His expression changed slightly, but he pretended to be unaware of it. With his strength, it was extremely easy for him to break through this will. His face immediately showed a dull expression, as if he had been cursed.
The surrounding God Grade students also had disdainful expressions on their faces. With this kind of strength, he dared to challenge Zhou Hong.
"This guy, I can't control him with my will? This guy does have some ability. "
Zhou Hong's face was on the verge of exploding in anger. Ye Mo was clearly not under his control, yet he was pretending to be under his control. This was an insult to him.
"Alright, I agree to the duel. What do you want to bet with me?"
Zhou Hong retracted his thoughts and said coldly.
"What? Senior Brother Zhou Hong accepted his challenge? How is this possible? "
The way they saw it, there was no way Zhou Hong would accept Ye Mo's challenge. This was a matter of status. Zhou Hong was known as the most talented God Grade disciple after Zhou Han. He was a truly influential figure in the God Grade.
As for Ye Mo, although he was a genius ranked second on the Immortal River Rankings, the way they saw it, the two of them were not on the same level.
"This Ye Mo does have some tricks up his sleeve," Duanmu Zi said inwardly. "To be able to force Zhou Hong to bet with him. If it was an ordinary fighter, Zhou Hong wouldn't even bother to make a move."
Duanmu Zi was secretly shocked. A genius like Zhou Hong would naturally be challenged by others, but it was impossible for him to accept everyone's challenge every single time. Only when he reached the same height as Duanmu Zi would he be able to accept the challenge, and every single time, he would ruthlessly trample on his opponent.
But this time, Ye Mo was able to easily convince Zhou Hong to accept his challenge. How could she not be shocked?
Hearing that, Ye Mo's body trembled slightly before returning to normal. He smiled faintly and said, "If that's the case, let's have a bet. Let's see whose Immortal Martial Art is better."
"What? This Ye Mo wants to compete with Senior Brother Zhou Hong? That's equivalent to comparing talent with Senior Brother Zhou Hong. "
"That's right. Normally, the more talented a fighter is, the more powerful the Immortal Martial Art they obtain will be. Among the 3,000 Arts, the higher their ranking will be."
"But is this Ye Mo really so confident that he can defeat Senior Brother Zhou Hong in terms of talent?"
"It's not that he's confident, but that he's too arrogant. He thinks that being ranked second on the Immortal River Rankings means everything. How can a student who can enter the God Class be weak?"
"That's right. There is only one God Grade student in every 100,000 Earth Grade students, and Senior Brother Zhou Hong is a unique existence among the God Grade students. Trying to compete with Senior Brother Zhou Hong in terms of talent is completely suicidal."
The surrounding God Class students spoke one after another.
"Interesting. But if you want to bet with me, how can there not be a wager? But this wager is not something that a Heaven Class student like you can afford."
Zhou Hong laughed mockingly.
Hearing that, Ye Mo couldn't help but look at Duanmu Zi. At that moment, she walked in front of Zhou Hong and said, "What do you want to bet? I can help him pay the wager."
Duanmu Zi was the granddaughter of the headmaster. Naturally, the resources she had were no less than Zhou Hong's.
"Hehe, Junior Sister Duanmu, seeing that Ye Mo dared to provoke me, it must be you who ordered him to do so. But since he wants to bet with me, then let's play a little more thrilling. I heard that the Dean left behind a Deity Martial Technique for you. You're temporarily unable to cultivate it. It's one of the 3,000 techniques called the Hand of God. I'll bet on your Hand of God."
Zhou Hong's words caused Duanmu Zi's expression to change drastically.
The Hand of God was a genuine Immortal Martial Art among the 3,000 Arts. Furthermore, it was not a weak Immortal Martial Art. Once it was unleashed, the space around it would be under the control of the Hand of God. Its power was incomparably powerful.
Moreover, to successfully cultivate the Immortal Martial Art, one had to collect the Blood of God. That was why Duanmu Zi had not cultivated it yet. But once she successfully cultivated it, her strength would immediately rise to another level.
"You want my Hand of God?"
Duanmu Zi's expression turned ugly. If it was anything else, she could still take a look. But if it was the Hand of God, she was indeed overestimating her chances. Firstly, the Hand of God was left to her by her grandfather. Secondly, the power of the Hand of God was extraordinary. It was not something an ordinary Immortal Martial Art could compare to.
"What? If you don't dare to bet, then forget it. If you don't take out a Immortal Martial Art like the Hand of God, you have no right to bet with me, "Zhou Hong said calmly.
Zhou Hong said indifferently: "Moreover, the person who bet with me is a Heaven Class student. It is only natural for me to win against him. If I lose to him, my reputation will be greatly damaged."
For a genius like Zhou Hong, reputation was more important than anything else.
Duanmu Zi clenched her teeth in shock. This time, she was gambling with Ye Mo and Zhou Hong's wager. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded and said, "Alright, Hand of God it is. But what are you going to use to wager with me?"
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