Supreme Emperor of Swords

Just as everyone felt pity for Liang Feixue, suddenly, an unexpected change took place out of the blue. At that point, an eye-popping scene emerged—

The fat man suddenly stopped dodging.

He took the three strokes with the long sword in his hand against Liang Feixue. Then he took the opportunity to draw a distance between them and waved his hands in a hurry. He shouted loudly. “Stop! Stop! Don’t fight, don’t fight, my God, I can’t do it. I’m starving, I will starve to death if I don’t eat anything now. Forget it, you won, don’t fight…”

Between the words, he actually jumped directly from the arena.

The crowd saw that the nasty fat man, like a wild dog, rushed to the players’ rest and preparation area, and took out a golden crispy roast chicken emitting a seductive scent from his baggage. He tore it open in a second and frantically threw them into his mouth.

“What the…” Ding Hao couldn’t stop the corner of his lips from twitching.

What on earth was he doing?

Liang Feixue stood on the ring, frozen.

This steadfast and low-key second player of Honorable Alliance of Seven, apparently did not think that he would eventually win the final victory in this way. His almond-shaped eyes were saying that he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

After a short silence, a burst of laughter broke out around the ring.

The disciples of Northern Academy of yellow shirts lowered their heads one by one, and they wanted to find a place to on the ground to hid. This miserable fat man was really a natural aficionado. He actually admitted defeat at this point. The entire Northern Academy of yellow shirts would be embarrassed because of him. It was too shameful, he was too shameless!

Moreover, the beautiful youth Lin Xin, who had been hanging out all day with the aficionado, at this time, was also sitting in the rest area and glaring at the fat kid with a fierce look. His look seemed to be saying that he would divide the lands, cut his sleeve to completely fall out with that fat guy.

“Central Academy of white shirts, Liang Feixue won!”

The magistrate loudly announced the outcome of the final match.

This contest was undoubtedly the most surprising one since the start of the five academies competition. People might have expected the outcome, but they did not anticipate the process. They did not expect it. The most decisive factor of the outcome of the game was actually “hunger”, which was deemed the most implausible reason.

The disciples of the Central Academy of white shirts cheered to greet Liang Feixue.

The victory of Liang Feixue made Central Academy of white shirts closer to their dreams of sending two players into the finals.

Then, there was Li Muyun.

Although Ding Hao was also very powerful, almost no one expected that the mysterious and prestigious head of Honorable Alliance of Seven would lose.

Li Muyun was a man of absolute capability.

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“Bet! The five academies competition, Li Muyun vs. Ding Hao, 30 minutes to the battle, place your bet right now…”

In some hidden corners outside the arms drill district, such voices were constantly heard.

Some people secretly opened a gambling session and regarded the competition as a chance to make money. This had indeed attracted many listed disciples, and even outer disciples and inner disciples to participate. The business was booming.

Of course, bookmakers who could organize such gambling games were at least Swordsmanship-seeking Sect inner disciples, who had high status and credibility.

Although Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was generous for their disciples to provide a variety of cultivation resources, the resources required for martial arts cultivation were enormous and unlimited. Almost any martial arts expert were made through piles of with money and resources. It was too difficult for the poor and rogue cultivators to get through the ranks.

Taking advantages of the sect’s various assessments to set up gambling games was one of the inner disciples’ favorite ways of making money.

Moreover, the sect did not actually ban gambling.

“Hey, there is only 30 minutes to Senior Brother Ding’s game. Why do you bring me here?” Zhang Fan looked at Wang Xiaoqi dissatisfiedly, while two people sneaked into the crowd.

“Oh, of course, to make money.” Wang Xiaoqi snickered and his eyes moved back and forth on several stalls.

Then Zhang Fanwen cautiously suggested. “You want to place a bet? Don’t lose in the end.”

“Hey, why would I lose?” At that time, Wang Xiaoqi had selected the largest stalls and squeezed in the crowd. He said very casually, “Hey, tell me the odds, whose odds is higher? Senior Brother Ding’s or Li’s?”

“Ding Hao is at 10-1 odds, Li Muyun 1.5-1 odds, place your bet right now!” The stall owner greeted enthusiastically.

Zhang Fan asked in doubt, “Uh? What’s that?”

It turned out that the hunter boy was too innocent to know what odds were.

Wang Xiaoqi patiently explained to him, and then Zhang Fan became irritated at once. “What? Does he look down on Senior Brother Ding? The odds are so high? Xiaoqi, we will place the bet on Senior Brother Ding. How much do you have?”

Wang Xiaoqiyi was dumbfounded because he didn’t expect the hunter boy changed so fast. He immediately took out a few gold notes and a pile of golden leaves in his arms. He threw them on the stalls and shouted. “10,000 tales of gold on Ding Hao!”

Zhang Fan and the people around all gasped.

10,000 tales of gold?

Wasn’t he extravagant?

The stall owner smiled until his eyes became wrinkles. “This gentleman is really generous, are the gold notes notarized by Swordsmanship-seeking Sect? No problem, 10,000 taels of gold precise, this is your receipt, please kindly keep it!”

Wang Xiaoqi enjoyed the shocked eyes fixed on him and then proudly put away his receipt.

Zhang Fan suddenly started to like him a lot. “Xiaoqi, you actually trust Senior Brother Ding. That’s right, I believe in him too, and I also believe that you’ll get rich in the end.”

Wang Xiaoqi snickered and said, “It’s not me that’ll get rich, it’s us, and Senior Brother Ding. If I win, we’ll split the money.”

Zhang Fan jumped, startled. “Why is that? I haven’t spent a penny on this…”

“I said we’ll split the money.” Wang Xiaoqi dragged Zhang Fan out of the crowd and urged. “Go back soon, Senior Brother Ding’s game is about to begin. We must cheer for Senior Brother Ding.”

“That’s right.” Thinking of the game, Zhang Fan picked up his pace as well.

“Ouch, ouch…” After a few steps, Wang Xiaoqi suddenly clutched his belly. “No, my stomach hurts, I’ll go to the bathroom. You must go back and cheer for Senior Brother Ding. I’ll meet you later at the arena…”

Zhang Fan did not suspect anything. He just said something to Wang Xiaoqi and then walked toward the No. 1 arena through the crowd.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was away, Wang Xiaoqi smiled and vigorously returned to the previous stall. When he took out 30,000 taels of gold, everyone was shocked and envious. Wang Xiaoqi chortled. “Quickly, 30,000 taels of gold on Senior Brother Li Muyun. Give me the receipt right now!”

Soon, Wang Xiaoqi walked out of the crowd, smiling.

“Well, Senior Brother Ding, although I believe in you, businessmen can’t put all his eggs in one basket. I just want to make money. When I do make money, we can all share. Don’t blame me just because I doubted you once.”

Then, he put away his second receipt and rushed toward the No. 1 ring.