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Gu Kongshan's face turned cold. "Admitting your disciples are inferior?" Wouldn't that imply that all disciples of the Gu faction were weak?

Gu Kongshan conceded that Xu Ming's strength was indeed less than that of Chi Jishang. However, Liang Wei and his words had put Gu Kongshan in a difficult position. If Gu Kongshan were to say that Xu Ming was weak, it would be akin to admitting that all disciples of the Gu faction were weak.

"Sect Leader, this is a matter of face; we can't show weakness!"

"Yes, Sect Leader, bet with them…"

Gu Kongshan sighed, "A guaranteed loss!"

Factional gambling inherently involves wins and losses. As it stood, the Liang faction felt they had a high chance of winning, so they were naturally trying to find ways to get the Gu faction to bet with them.

The Gu faction was also in a bind. If they bet, they were guaranteed to lose Xuan stones; if they didn't bet, they would keep the Xuan stones but lose face.

Both Xuan stones and face were important to the Gu faction!

"It seems we've been trapped this time!" Gu Kongshan transmitted to the group chat. "Forget it, since we're trapped, let's do it the old way! Just bet ten thousand low-grade Xuan stones; consider it a gift to them!"

Ten thousand low-grade Xuan stones to buy the Gu faction some face.

"That's all we can do… It's alright, Sect Leader; it's just ten thousand low-grade Xuan stones. The elimination rounds have only just begun; we'll have plenty of opportunities to win them back later!"

Ten thousand low-grade Xuan stones was certainly not a small amount; however, compared to the extravagant bets of hundreds of thousands or even millions, ten thousand low-grade Xuan stones was truly just a "mere" amount.

The Gu faction's higher-ups were intensely discussing in the group chat and quickly reached a conclusion.

"Hmm?"

Although Gu Hanmo couldn't participate in the higher-ups' group chat, she certainly knew that at times like these, the Liang and Gu factions were likely engaging in factional gambling—this was already the norm.

"Dad!" Gu Hanmo transmitted.

"What is it, Momo?" Gu Kongshan asked, puzzled.

"Dad, are you guys factional gambling right now?" Gu Hanmo asked. "Xu Ming will definitely win; bet on Xu Ming, as much as possible!"

"Definitely win?" Gu Kongshan was surprised.

No one knew their daughter better than their father. His own daughter rarely spoke so decisively, especially on such important matters as factional gambling. However, if she spoke with such certainty, it meant she was almost completely confident!

Gu Kongshan's eyes lit up. "Are you sure?"

"Sure!" Gu Hanmo was definitely sure because when she had just transmitted to Xu Ming, she had asked if he could win; Xu Ming's reply to her was four words—easy as pie!

Gu Hanmo believed in Xu Ming.

Gu Kongshan thought for a moment, then transmitted to the sect's higher-ups in the group chat: "I've decided to bet on Xu Ming to win, two hundred thousand low-grade Xuan stones!"

Two hundred thousand low-grade Xuan stones?

Within the Gu faction's higher-ups, it was as if a stone had stirred up a thousand waves.

"Sect Leader, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Two hundred thousand low-grade Xuan stones to bet on a guaranteed loss?" A senior Gu faction elder immediately said, "I object! Our Gu faction's current resources have been accumulated little by little over thousands or even tens of thousands of years; every bit of resource is extremely precious and must not be wasted!"

"Sect Leader, I also object! Although we have many Gu faction resources, every expenditure is done with utmost care; only in this way can our entire Gu faction's resources accumulate more and more, rather than dwindling by the time they are passed down to the next generation!"

"Yes, Sect Leader, when have you ever been so generous? I remember that you clearly had the authority to allocate a Five Elements Pure Spirit Pill to your daughter using Gu faction resources, but you didn't do so; why are you suddenly being so generous now!"

Gu Kongshan listened quietly. After the elders finished speaking, he said, "I have received reliable information that Xu Ming has a high chance of winning!"

"Alright!" As a neutral Zhang faction member, Zhang Kuang never participated in factional gambling, always honestly acting as an intermediary between the Gu and Liang factions.

"Oh, one hundred thousand?" Liang Weihe sneered. "Kongshan, it seems your Gu faction had a good harvest this year, being able to take out so many Xuan stones to squander!"

…

At this moment, Xu Ming and Chi Jishang had already stepped onto the arena.

Chi Jishang's expression was full of overbearing suppression; clearly, he didn't take Xu Ming, his opponent, seriously at all.

Xu Ming was expressionless. He was waiting for the host, Master Mei Cheng, to announce the start, and then he would simply and brutally crush his opponent.

That's right; what Xu Ming wanted was a simple and brutal crushing!

"Ming-ge! Ming-ge! Ming-ge!…"

In the outer sect disciples' area, cheers of support suddenly erupted.

"Ming-ge will definitely win! Ming-ge will definitely win!"

"Ming-ge, beat up that red-haired show-off!"

"Ming-ge! I'm your die-hard fan!"

…

Xu Ming looked at these outer sect "workmates" who were cheering him on, and a hint of a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

This familiar smile happened to fall into the eyes of Numbers One through Seven, causing them to tremble inexplicably.

Number Two murmured, "Why do I feel like 'God of Slaps' is about to come out of the mountain again?"

"We also smell that familiar scent…"

With God of Slaps coming out of the mountain, the seven people's gazes toward Chi Jishang were suddenly filled with sympathy.

Within the Liang faction's higher-ups, Liang Hui coldly watched Xu Ming on the arena. "This kid… I didn't expect him to directly enter the elimination rounds as soon as he came to the Savage Wild Sect. Fortunately, his opponent is Chi Jishang; this barbarian Chi Jishang never holds back, so he should teach this kid a good lesson…"

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However, just teaching him a lesson wasn't enough for Liang Hui. "Moreover, this kid has stirred up our mine, and I don't know where he's taken the Xuan stones from that area… I have to find an opportunity to capture him and kill him!"

Killing Xu Ming was like an insignificant matter to Liang Hui.

"Is everyone ready?" Master Mei Cheng asked both sides.

Chi Jishang smiled contemptuously. "Just a mere Xu Ming; what's there to prepare for?"

Xu Ming nodded slightly, indicating that he was ready.

Master Mei Cheng raised his hand. "Since everyone is ready, then—begin!"

Finally, it had begun!

Chi Jishang smiled hideously. "Xu Ming, it's not too late to kneel down and admit defeat now! After three breaths, even if you want to kneel down and admit defeat, I won't accept it!"

"Three breaths?" Xu Ming smiled. "After three breaths, whether you're still standing on the arena is still unknown!"

"I'd like to see how you can make me not stand on the arena… Ah—" Chi Jishang was speaking when suddenly, he felt Xu Ming's two pupils rapidly enlarge in his vision.

The storm within his pupils swept directly toward his spiritual sea.

"Ugh, ah—" In that instant, Chi Jishang felt dizzy and lost everything.

It was a mental attack!

I have to hold on! Hold on!

Chi Jishang certainly knew that mental attacks often occurred in an instant.

If he held on, he would win; if he didn't hold on, he would be instantly defeated!

Instantly defeated?—Chi Jishang certainly couldn't accept that; he had to hold on!

Chi Jishang came from the Chi tribe, and from a young age, he had fought against nature and powerful demon beasts. His willpower was naturally not to be underestimated!

Supported by his resolute willpower, Chi Jishang actually wasn't instantly killed by a single glance, but forcibly broke free from Xu Ming's mental attack.

"Hahahahaha…" Chi Jishang laughed wildly. "What a sharp mental attack! But if you want to deal with me, it's still… Ah!!!"

Chi Jishang was reveling in the fact that he had withstood Xu Ming's mental attack when, without him knowing, Xu Ming had flashed to his side. Just as Chi Jishang was ignorantly laughing wildly, Xu Ming raised his hand and delivered a slap!

How could the slap of "God of Slaps" Xu Ming be a mere false reputation?

This slap fully displayed speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness to the extreme!

Chi Jishang screamed miserably, and his entire body was sent flying, crashing out of the arena.

Bang!

Chi Jishang was stunned. In that instant, he even forgot the burning pain and shame on his face.

The entire audience was stunned—did it just end like that? The battle process was too simple and not exciting at all, right?

Too simple?

Not exciting enough?

Xu Ming only wanted to say—just a mere Chi Jishang, I've already thrown out a glance and a slap; isn't that enough!?

What else do you want me to do?

Did you want me to fight him back and forth, up and down, in a dark and chaotic battle?

Please, I'm not that weak, okay? And I don't have that much time to put on a show with a scrub on the arena, okay?

Therefore!

A glance, plus a slap, is more than enough!

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