"Bet against bet, let's start."
"If you want to bet against each other, come quickly. Brother Yang Shihua will guarantee you, and you will be charged 10% of the fair money from the bet winners to ensure fairness. You don't have to worry about not getting the money if you win."
"Brother Yang Shihua is a guarantee."
"Hey, senior brother Yang Shihua is ranked fifth on the mountain climbing list, and also on the strong dragon list. With him as a guarantee, who would dare to violate it."
A long table was placed next to the martial arts platform in Linshan, and several disciples were shouting loudly.
"Chen Zong challenged Senior Brother Ma Zhengyu to bet one to two. There is no upper limit. Hurry up if you want to make money."
"I will offer ten spirit shells, one to two, betting that Chen Zong will be defeated by brother Ma Zhengyu within ten strokes, who would dare to bet against me." A disciple took out ten spirit shells and put them on the table, exhaling and shouting.
"Hehe, ten tricks are too many."
"Who is so stupid to bet against you."
"Yeah, everyone knows that Chen Zong is overestimated. It's good if he can survive three moves. If he wants to do ten moves, it's just a dream."
"One to three, dare you?" The person who took out ten Lingbei to buy Chen Zongying thought about it, and then increased the ratio.
"One to five, I'll bet you." Someone laughed.
"One to four at the most." The man gritted his teeth and took out another thirty spirit shells from his arms. You can earn ten soul shells, so why not do it.
The spirit shells of the bets were all put away by the impartial disciples, and the two bettors were also given a book on the bets, which clearly stated the names of the two bettors, the amount of the bets, the amount of the bets, the ratio, and so on.
"Okay, if you win when the time comes, you can get money based on the gambling book, and you will not recognize the person if you recognize the book."
"There are also people who gamble."
"The ending is too obvious. It is impossible for Chen Zong to be the opponent of Senior Brother Ma. It is estimated that he will lose within three moves." Someone shook his head and said.
"That's not necessarily true. Senior brother Ma Zhengyu has a two-star combat power, but Chen Zong defeated Wu Shilie empty-handed, which shows that Chen Zong is also a stronger one among the one-star combat power. But Chen Zong didn't draw his sword, maybe His swordsmanship is superb, with a single sword, his combat strength can reach two stars?"
Hearing what this disciple said, thinking about it, it seems that there really is such a thing.
Could it be that Chen Zong might compete with Ma Zhengyu, or even defeat Ma Zhengyu
"Impossible, Chen Zongxiu has only practiced at the early stage of the eighth rank of Jin Jing, and besides, who knows whether his most powerful is boxing, not swordsmanship."
Having said that, it seems reasonable.
"Five moves, five moves, ten souls, one to two, who will come."
"I come."
"Brother Chen, they underestimated you too much." Lin Ji said angrily.
Chen Zong was also a little speechless.
Those disciples who were betting against each other thought that they could not survive five or ten moves under Ma Zhengyu's hands, and the most promising one was twenty moves.
"Chen Zong, do you dare to bet against me?" Ma Zhengyang in the crowd saw Chen Zong with sharp eyes and immediately screamed.
Everyone was immediately attracted, and their eyes fell on Chen Zong.
"He is Chen Zong."
"It looks ordinary."
"I can't feel his inner strength."
"It is estimated to be practicing a technique with a hidden breath."
"How to gamble?" Facing the gazes and discussions of the crowd, Chen Zong asked indifferently.
"I bet my cousin beats you within twenty moves, one to three, and if you win, the thirty spirit shells are yours." Ma Zhengyang took out thirty spirit shells with a provocative face.
Chen Zong shook his head.
"I didn't even dare to gamble."
"I know that I will lose, how can I bet against each other, and challenge Brother Ma, I just want to increase my reputation."
"Fifteen Lingbei, bet on me to win, one to ten, who dares to take it?" Chen Zong took out fifteen Lingbei and put them on the table, his clear eyes swept over, and he said calmly, Yun Dan Feng Qing's appearance almost made people think that he had won.
Everyone around was stunned, and even the few disciples who maintained the fairness of the game stared at Chen Zong with surprise and disbelief.
It is too confident to bet on yourself to win, even arrogance.
It's just that one to ten is too big, so one hundred and fifty spirit shells have to be spent, which is a huge sum of money for most disciples.
"Ma Zhengyang, do you dare?" Chen Zong glanced at Ma Zhengyang's face, and asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I..." Ma Zhengyang's expression changed, and he really wanted to say it, but he couldn't say it, because the thirty ring shells were all his belongings, and he couldn't get any more.
"Ma Zhengyang, I'll lend you twenty Lingbei." Someone said, Ma Zhengyang's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of a way, he looked around and said, "Everyone, whoever lends me a Lingbei first, I will return it later."
"Haha, I have ten spirit shells here, I will lend you first."
"Fifteen Lingbei, I will lend you."
Soon, Ma Zhengyang gathered together one hundred and fifty soul shells.
A pile of jade-white Lingbei was piled up on the table, blinding everyone's eyes.
The betting contract was thus established, Chen Zong looked at the betting book, the content was detailed and clear, and he put it away.
"I'll buy Brother Chen to win too. Ten Lingbei, one to five would be fine. Does anyone dare to bet against me?" Lin Ji asked two steps forward, took out ten Lingbei and put them on the table.
That's fifty ring shells, and it's not a small amount.
"Ten shells, it's barely enough, I'll take it." A person came out and took out fifty shells.
Apart from Chen Zong himself and Lin Ji who supported him, no one bet against Chen Zong to win, the most was to bet on him losing within twenty strokes.
More and more people gathered around Zhanwutai, either watching or participating in gambling.
"Senior brother Ma Zhengyu is here."
"Where is where?"
They looked up one by one.
The disciples on the mountain climbing list generally live in the mountain climbing list, and rarely appear in front of everyone, which makes people even more curious.
Chen Zong also looked over, and through the gaps in the crowd, he saw a young man in a brown martial robe striding forward. He was about in his early twenties, with a calm expression, sharp-edged face, deep eyes, and tight lips that looked Make the entire face line more fortitude.
The dragon-walking and tiger-walking weapon is magnificent, with a palm-width iron ruler on the back, more than one meter in length, the palm under the sleeve of the robe is white, and the ten fingers are slender and strong.
Looking unhappy, but in a short period of time, he crossed hundreds of meters and walked under the martial arts platform. Ma Zhengyu stood on the martial arts platform without making any gestures, as if he had stood there before.
"Fast speed, superb footwork." Chen Zong's pupils shrank slightly, and said secretly.
Standing on the two-meter-high martial arts platform, Ma Zhengyu stared at him, and spoke in a calm and domineering voice, "Who is Chen Zong?"
Chen Zong stepped out of the crowd, leaped up lightly with brisk steps, as light as a flying swallow, and like a leaf in the wind, fell soundlessly on the fighting platform, and faced Ma Zhengyu directly.
At this time, a figure like a roc spreading its wings across the sky, flashed like a fleeting shadow, and landed on the fighting platform. It was none other than Instructor Liu.
"Today, Chen Zong challenged Ma Zhengyu, the eighty-ninth place on the mountaineering list, and I will host it." Instructor Liu said loudly, enunciating the words clearly into everyone's ears: "You two remember, this battle, no matter whether you win or lose, you must not give up. Killer, now, start."
"Draw your sword!" Ma Zhengyu's words were simple and domineering.
"Show your weapon." Chen Zong didn't draw his sword as he said, but said calmly.
A gleam flashed in Ma Zhengyu's eyes, and his footsteps rushed forward, like an arrow shooting off the string, his palm flew up, the palm sunken in, like a red-hot iron imprinted on a sponge, burning through the air, and hit Chen Zong's chest .
Chen Zong didn't draw his sword either, and slapped it out with a backhand palm.
The palms touched and collided, and the energy overflowed, like the wind blowing in all directions, and the circular ripples spread, clearly visible circle by circle.
Both sides flickered, but neither retreated.
"Huh..." Ma Zhengyu's eyes flashed a hint of surprise. Although his palm was just a tentative move and he didn't show his full strength, it was not something that ordinary fighters who were at the peak of rank nine in the strength realm could catch, but the other party caught it. And, not moving at all.
Ma Zhengyu could clearly feel the majesty and dominance of Chen Zong's inner energy, and there was also a hint of sharpness in it.
Similarly, Chen Zong could also feel the majesty and strength of Ma Zhengyu's inner strength.
When his thoughts turned, Ma Zhengyu had already struck out again, one palm after another, the shadows of his palms filled his eyes, the wind whistling in his palms, countless cyclones were born and died around, and each palm contained terrifying power, which could give a star war Warriors pose a clear threat.
Chen Zong still didn't draw his sword, he just slapped out palm after palm, and the shadows of his palms canceled out, colliding constantly, and countless vigor stirred all directions, like a surging tide.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides had gone through ten moves in the fight, and those who bet against Chen Zong's defeat within five moves and ten moves had gloomy, ugly faces that were a bit scary.
And the person who won the bet is naturally full of joy and surprise at the same time.
It was surprising that Chen Zong could support ten moves under Ma Zhengyu's command.
"Senior Brother Ma, why didn't you use all your strength?" The losers were indignant. They all felt that if Ma Zhengyu used all his strength, he would definitely be able to defeat Chen Zong within ten or even five moves.
"Damn Chen Zong, he is most powerful in his palm skills, not his sword skills." Everyone cursed angrily.
Those who bet against twenty strokes also began to feel uneasy.
Twelve strokes!
Thirteen strokes!
Soon, at the fifteenth move, Chen Zong still showed no signs of defeat. Instead, he fought vigorously with Ma Zhengyu, looking evenly matched.
"With some strength, you are qualified to let me use the mountain ruler." Ma Zhengyu struck out with one palm, and after another collision, he took a few steps back with his strength, and while speaking, he held the ruler behind his back with his backhand.
"Brother Ma is finally about to use his weapon."
"The real strength is coming out."
"Haha, I'm going to win. Brother Ma will definitely defeat Chen Zong in the next five moves." Those who bet on Chen Zong's defeat in twenty moves were very happy.
The measuring mountain ruler is one palm wide, one finger thick, one meter two long, brown all over, with phantom images of mountains on the ruler, overlapping.
Pulling out the measuring stick, Ma Zhengyu's aura immediately changed, becoming stronger and thicker, like a mountain suppressing the earth, full of power.
Under the waving, there was a dull whistling sound, which brought invisible pressure to everyone.
Chen Zong's eyes were sharp, and when he landed on the mountain ruler, he could vaguely see the extraordinaryness of the mountain ruler, and he could also clearly feel the change of Ma Zhengyu. He clasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slowly drew out the red thunder sword.
(end of this chapter)