In the fog, Ye Ming remained calm and collected. He stood still, his body cultivated to be very sharp, his skin and hair, ears and sense of smell were his eyes. You can feel even the slightest breeze. Even if he couldn't see it, any disturbance could not escape his perception.
A breeze blew from the left, and Ye Ming punched him.
"boom!"
Another hard hit, and Song Zhan groaned. He obviously didn't expect Ye Ming to react so quickly and suffered a hidden loss.
The arena was so foggy that people couldn't see what was going on inside and could only judge by the sound.
At the table, Ao Leng frowned slightly. Song Zhankuang failed to defeat the enemy within ten moves, which was beyond his expectation. Yuan Jindan next to him whispered: "Captain, we have bet no less than two million Wuzun coins in this game, and we must not lose. Is it..."
Ao Leng shook his head: "We have no chance to do anything. The plate is too big and there are many fish and dragons mixed together. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at it. If we try to use tricks, we are afraid that the powerful will see through it immediately. Don't worry, Song Zhankuang's state is not the same. If we are higher than him, we still have a chance of winning. Besides, we still have two games left, so it doesn’t matter if we lose one."
Song Zhankuang used the fog to make continuous sneak attacks, but Ye Ming saw through it every time. Ye Ming has condensed the third-level Yuan Jin array in each third-level acupoint, and the Yuan Jin is deified and as sensitive as divine thoughts. The body is also extremely sensitive. As the saying goes, the cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves. Song Zhankuang's fog strategy has no advantage at all.
The continuous hard fight made his whole body numb and painful. Even if Ye Ming suppressed his strength, his strength was far superior to him.
After two hundred moves, Song Zhan angrily removed the fog, and the people in the audience immediately saw the situation clearly again. I saw Ye Ming calm and relaxed, while Song Kuangzhan looked anxious and shot repeatedly.
Seeing this scene, many experienced people said: "Song Zhankuang is going to lose."
At three hundred moves, Song Zhankuang suddenly swallowed a pill in one gulp. He stared at Ye Ming fiercely and laughed wildly: "Let me see if you still dare to fight with me!"
Bei Ming said: "Master, the opponent took the Violent Pill and his combat power doubled."
Ye Ming said: "It doesn't matter, you reduce the suppression to 50%. 50% strength is enough to deal with him."
As soon as the words fell, Beiming weakened his suppression, and Ye Ming suddenly felt very relaxed. He said coldly: "The side effects of taking Violent Pill are too serious, and you will regret it."
"Kill you, and I will have endless money to spend. What are the side effects? Die!" Song Zhankuang yelled, and directly used his killing move to kill Ye Ming.
Ye Ming also moved. He stepped on the magic step and turned into a dozen phantoms, fighting with the opponent.
"Boom boom boom!"
In an instant, the two sides exchanged more than ten palms. Ye Ming's expression did not change, but Song Zhankuang spurted out a large mouthful of blood and staggered back, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"You...you also took the Violent Pill?" He could feel that Ye Ming's strength had nearly doubled. Even if he took the Violent Pill, he would not be able to take advantage at all.
Ye Ming sneered: "You can take it, but I can't?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhankuang was punched away and fell far away among the crowd below the ring.
"Trash, go to hell!"
Some losing gamblers suddenly rushed over and stamped on Song Zhankuang's body, many of whom were Wuzong-level figures. With one kick, Song Zhankuang, who was seriously injured, ran out of energy.
Regarding this scene, the people in the Black Dragon Group just pretended not to see it. Ao Leng's face was cold and he said nothing.
"Ye Mingsheng!" the host announced loudly.
Ye Ming bowed his hands to everyone and walked off the ring.
The host continued: "That's it for today. At this time tomorrow, there will be a wonderful showdown between the two sides. Please arrive in time!"
The gambling game ended, and Ye Ming and others returned to the villa. This time he invested 210,000 Wuzun coins and earned 560,000! Of course, Yan Ruyu also earned 560,000 yuan, which was shared equally between the two.
Zhang Heng's father, Bao Bufan, also made a fortune, and everyone was in high spirits.
Zhang Heng's father is a fat middle-aged man with a black beard. He specially came to thank Ye Ming. He was very enthusiastic and said that he would definitely win by betting on him tomorrow. Now Ye Ming is the God of Wealth in his eyes, and he is closer than his relatives.
In comparison, the Yin and Yang Group gained more. In this round, the water draw alone was 700,000, and the boxing betting made another 1.08 million, and the money in hand suddenly increased to 2.78 million! With this money, I will have more confidence to bet on boxing tomorrow.
Wang Yangding was in a good mood and said to Ye Ming: "I'm really worried about you today. It's rare to take violent pills in the ring. I didn't expect Song Zhankuang to be so desperate."
Murong Xuejiao sneered: "If he doesn't fight hard, Ao Leng will kill him."
Luo Bingxian was still sorting out his income and said: "The odds will be lower tomorrow. If we continue to win, our income will probably double!"
Ye Ming couldn't help but said: "With such a big plate, wouldn't those powerful people be tempted?" In his opinion, even Wu Zun and Wu Sheng would be jealous of hundreds of millions of Wuzun coins.
Murong Xuejiao said: "Do you think we can just open such a big deal? To tell you the truth, there are at least four martial saints taking part in this boxing bet, but you don't know it. If we win in the end, we will take the profits Give 20% to the martial saints!"
Ye Ming was stunned and said: "So, Wu Sheng must be very profitable! Just sitting at home, you can make such a big profit!"
"Without the protection of the Martial Saint, we wouldn't dare to play like this." Wang Yangding said, "So in terms of safety, you don't have to worry at all, just concentrate on winning."
During the emergency, Ye Ming did not leave the villa, and Bao Bufan and Zhang Heng also stayed, saying they wanted to protect him. Ye Ming disapproved of this, but did not drive them away.
At dawn, Wang Yangding sent a pill. There are eight orifices and nine holes in the elixir, which constantly spurt out sacred breath. You can tell it is extraordinary at a glance.
Ye Ming asked in surprise: "Brother, what is this?"
Wang Yangding's face glowed red and he said: "This is the holy-level elixir I asked for from a senior Martial Saint, the Holy Aperture Feathering Pill!"
Ye Ming's eyes widened: "Holy level pill? Isn't that very expensive?"
"Junior brother, I don't know. This elixir is specially refined for warriors. It has miraculous effects especially at the energy level. The price is naturally very high, costing a full three hundred thousand martial coins. Of course, the money is paid by the Yin and Yang Group. , when we make money, we will send it to the senior."
Ye Ming's jaw almost dropped to the ground, three hundred thousand! This is too expensive!
"Hurry up and take it! We must win tonight's fist fight! As long as we win, this mere pill is nothing." Wang Yang Dinghao said confidently.
Ye Ming nodded. Everyone had common interests, and he didn't have to thank anything. He just said: "Senior brother, don't worry, we will definitely win!"
Ye Ming actually did not take the elixir, because Beiming suggested taking it after changing his body. That way the elixir would be more effective, and it would be possible to break through and create something out of nothing. Furthermore, Ye Ming is very confident in the next two boxing games, so there is no need to take them.
Night soon fell, and the second boxing match began. Yin Yang still allowed Ye Ming to appear on the grounds that he had not lost, and the Black Dragon Regiment sent out the second-grade warrior!
A second-grade warrior, who practices the Gang like silk and has very fine control over the Gang's energy. A powerful second-grade warrior is strong enough to compete with martial masters and even kill weak martial masters.
In front of Ao Leng, stood a young man. The young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a smile on his face. He was not nervous at all even in front of Ao Leng.
"Wei Ji, you must win this game." Ao Leng said calmly, "If you win, I will share 30% of the profit with you."
Wei Ji smiled "haha" and said: "Brother Ao, I come from the Golden Family no matter what. If a second-level warrior can't kill a seventh-level warrior, then I might as well die on the stage."
"Your qualifications and strength are almost as good as those of the Golden Crown Prince, but you still can't be careless." Ao Leng was very dissatisfied with Wei Ji's underestimation of the enemy, "That Ye Ming is not simple. You also saw it in yesterday's game, Song Zhankuang is clearly in the realm She was taller than him, but she still lost."
"Within ten moves, I can kill Song Zhankuang." Wei Ji said calmly, "Brother Ao, don't worry, I guarantee you will win this time!"
On the other side, Wang Yangding was also instructing Ye Ming, and naturally he still said the old words of being careful.
Yan Ruyu and Bao Bufan naturally came too. This time, Yan Ruyu and Ye Ming bet 750,000 each, and Bao Bufan himself bet 200,000. Zhang Heng also pledged 200,000 yuan for his father, of which 50,000 yuan was borrowed.
As for the Yin Yang Group, they naturally put all 2.78 million into it.
When Wei Ji took the stage, there was a burst of cheers below, and many people shouted: "Wei Ji, kill him!"
Most of these people who shouted were those who lost yesterday. They hated Ye Ming very much and hoped that he would die.
Wei Ji waved slightly to everyone, and then glanced contemptuously at Ye Ming opposite.
"Wei Ji, a second-grade warrior, the best record is to kill a first-grade martial artist within 500 moves!"
"Ye Ming, a seventh-level warrior, has the best record of killing a fourth-level warrior within 300 moves!"
Although there is a clear gap between the two's records, most people were amazed by Ye Ming's performance yesterday. So when the bets were placed, the odds were actually 2 for 1. In other words, people who buy Ye Ming and Wei Jisheng are roughly 50:50.
"The boxing betting begins!" the host announced loudly.
Wei Ji shook a piece of hair in front of his forehead, stared at Ye Ming and smiled sinisterly: "Boy, how are you going to die?"
Ye Ming has silently asked Beiming to reduce the suppression by 40%, so he can now exert 60% of his strength. To deal with a second-grade warrior with 60% of his strength was already a big deal for him.
"Will you die if you don't brag?" Ye Ming sneered, "As for how you will die, I will tell you with actions."
"Hmph! No matter how powerful your words are, they are still lies. You will die!" Wei Ji snapped his fingers and said loudly, "I request the use of weapons!"
The host immediately looked at Ye Ming and asked, "Excuse me, Ye Ming, do you accept the proposal?"
"Of course." Ye Ming took out the newly purchased first-grade sword without hesitation, and let out a sword roar, which was filled with cold air.