Chapter 14 Betting on Yourself to Win

"Gambling, gambling, it's starting."

"If you want to gamble, come quickly, with Senior Brother Yang Shihua as a guarantee, charge 10% of the fair money to the winner of the gamble, to ensure fairness, and you don't have to worry about not getting the money if you win."

"Senior Brother Yang Shihua is a guarantee."

"Hehe, Senior Brother Yang Shihua is ranked fifth on the mountaineering list and also on the Qianglong list. With him as a guarantee, who would dare to go against it."

There was a long table next to the Battlefield in Linshan, and several disciples were shouting loudly.

"Chen Zong challenged Senior Brother Ma Zhengyu to bet one-to-two, and there is no cap on the top. If you want to make money, come quickly."

"I'll play ten Lingbei, one to two, and bet that Chen Zong will be defeated by Senior Brother Ma Zhengyu within ten moves. Who would dare to gamble with me."

"Haha, ten moves are too many."

"Who is so stupid to bet against you."

"Yeah, everyone knows that Chen Zong is self-sufficient, it's good to be able to hold up three moves, and he wants ten moves and dreams."

"One to three, dare not." The person who took out ten Lingbei to buy Chen Zongying thought about it and increased the ratio.

"One to five, I'll bet with you." Someone laughed.

"One to four at most." The man gritted his teeth and said, and took out thirty spirit shells from his arms. This is all he has accumulated for a long time. Anyway, it is impossible for Chen Zong to win. You can earn ten Lingbei, why not.

The Lingbei of the bet were all collected by the fair disciples, and the book of the bet was also shown to the two bettors, which clearly indicated the names of both parties, the amount of the bet, the ratio, and so on.

"Get it, when you win, you can get the money with the book of gambling, and you will recognize the book but not the person."

"There are also people who gamble."

"The ending is too obvious. Chen Zong can't be Senior Brother Ma's opponent. It is estimated that he will lose within three moves." Someone shook his head and said.

"That's not necessarily true. Brother Ma Zhengyu is a two-star combat power, but Chen Zong defeated Wu Shilie empty-handed, which means that Chen Zong is also a strong one-star combat power, but Chen Zong did not draw his sword, maybe His swordsmanship is superb, with a sword, can his combat power reach a two-star level?"

When I heard this disciple say, I thought,

It seems there is such a thing.

Could it be that Chen Zong could compete with Ma Zhengyu, or even defeat Ma Zhengyu?

"Impossible, Chen Zong Xiuwei has only practiced the eighth rank of Jinjing. Besides, who knows whether his most powerful technique is boxing, not swordsmanship."

Having said that, it seems to make some sense.

"Five moves, five moves, ten Lingbei, one to two, who will come."

"I come."

"Brother Chen, they underestimate you." Lin Ji said angrily.

Chen Zong was also a little speechless.

Those disciples who gambled each and every one thought that they could not support five moves or ten moves under Ma Zhengyu's men, and the most promising was also twenty moves.

"Chen Zong, do you dare to gamble with me?" Ma Zhengyang in the crowd saw Chen Zong in his sharp eyes, and immediately screamed.

Everyone was immediately attracted, and their eyes fell on Chen Zong.

"He is Chen Zong."

"It looks normal."

"I can't feel his inner strength."

"It is estimated that it is a cultivation technique with hidden breath."

"How to gamble?" Facing everyone's attention and discussion, Chen Zong asked indifferently.

"I bet my cousin defeats you within 20 strokes, one to three. If you win, these thirty Lingbei are yours." Ma Zhengyang took out thirty Lingbei, his face full of provocation.

Chen Zong shook his head.

"I don't even dare to gamble."

"I know that I will lose, how can I bet against Senior Brother Ma, but I just want to increase my reputation."

"Fifteen Lingbei, bet me to win, one to ten, who would dare to take it?" Chen Zong took out fifteen Lingbei and placed them on the table, his clear eyes swept away, and said slowly, Yun Dan said. Feng Qing's appearance almost made people think that he had already won.

Everyone around was stunned, and even the few disciples who maintained the fairness of gambling stared at Chen Zong with surprise and disbelief.

Betting on yourself to win is too self-confident, even arrogant.

However, one to ten is too big, so one hundred and fifty Lingbei would have to be taken out, which is a huge sum of money for most of the disciples.

"Ma Zhengyang, do you dare?" Chen Zong asked back with a smile on Ma Zhengyang's face after swept over.

"I..." Ma Zhengyang's face changed, and he wanted to say daring, but he couldn't say it, because thirty Lingbei was all his possessions, and he couldn't take out any more.

"Ma Zhengyang, I'll lend you twenty Lingbei." Someone said, Ma Zhengyang's eyes lit up, he seemed to think of a way, he quickly looked around and said, "Everyone, whoever lends me Lingbei first, I will return it later."

"Haha, I have ten Lingbei here, I'll borrow you first."

"Fifteen Lingbei, lend you."

Soon, Ma Zhengyang gathered 150 Lingbei.

A pile of jade-white scallops was stacked on the table, blinding everyone.

The gambling contract was established, Chen Zong looked at the gambling book, the content was detailed and clear, and he put it away.

"I also buy Brother Chen to win, ten Lingbei, one to five is fine, does anyone dare to gamble with me?" Lin Ji took two steps forward, took out ten Lingbei and put them on the table and asked.

That's fifty Lingbei, not a small amount.

"Ten Lingbei, barely enough, I'll take it." One person walked out and took out fifty Lingbei.

Except for Chen Zong himself and Lin Ji who supported him, no one else bet against Chen Zong to win, at most, bet on him to lose within 20 moves.

More and more people gathered around Zhanwutai, either watching or participating in gambling.

"Brother Ma Zhengyu is here."

"Where?"

One by one looked up.

The disciples on the mountaineering list generally live in the mountaineering list, and rarely appear in front of everyone, which is even more curious.

Chen Zong also looked over, and through the gap in the crowd, he saw a young man in a brown military robe striding forward. He was in his early twenties, his expression was calm, his face was angular, his eyes were deep, and his lips were tight Makes the entire face line more fortified.

The dragon and the tiger are arrogant, with a palm-wide iron ruler behind him, more than one meter in length, the palms under the sleeves of the robes are white, and the ten fingers are slender and powerful.

Looking unpleasant, but in a short period of time, he crossed hundreds of meters and walked to the bottom of the Zhanwu platform. Without any gestures, Ma Zhengyu stood on the Zhanwu platform, feeling as if he was standing there before.

"Fast speed, superb footwork." Chen Zong's pupils shrank slightly and said secretly.

Standing on the two-meter-high battle platform, Ma Zhengyu stared at him, spoke slowly, and his voice was a little domineering: "Who is Chen Zong?"

Chen Zong walked out of the crowd, and with brisk steps, he leaped up gently, as light as a flying swallow, and like a leaf in the wind, and fell silently on the battlefield, facing Ma Zhengyu.

At this time, a figure like a Dapeng spreading its wings, streaked across the sky, and flashed like a flash of light, and landed on the battlefield, it was Instructor Liu.

"Today, Chen Zong challenged Ma Zhengyu, the eighty-ninth place on the mountaineering list, and I will preside over it." Instructor Liu said loudly, and his words were clearly heard in everyone's ears: "The two of you remember that no matter whether you win or lose, you must not fight. Killer, now, start."

"Draw the sword!" Ma Zhengyu's words were simple and domineering.

"Show your weapon." Chen Zong did not draw his sword as he said, but said slowly.

A gleam of light flashed in Ma Zhengyu's eyes, his footsteps dashed forward, as if arrows were shot from the string, his palm flew, and his palm was sunken, as if a red-hot iron was imprinted on a sponge, burning the air through the air, hitting Chen Zong's chest .

Chen Zong didn't draw his sword either, but slapped it out with a backhand.

The two palms touched and collided, and the energy was overflowing, like the wind blowing in all directions, the circular ripples spread, and the circles were clearly visible.

Both sides swayed, but neither backed away.

"Hey..." Ma Zhengyu's eyes flashed with surprise. Although his palm was just a test move and he didn't show all his strength, it was not something that an ordinary rank nine peak martial artist could take, but the opponent caught it. , and, motionless.

Ma Zhengyu could clearly feel Chen Zong's strong and domineering inner strength, which also contained a hint of sharpness.

In the same way, Chen Zong can also feel the majesty and strength of Ma Zhengyu's inner strength.

When his thoughts were turning, Ma Zhengyu had already shot again, one palm at a time, the palm shadows filled his eyes, the palm wind whistled, and countless cyclones were born and died around, each palm contained terrifying power, which could give a one-star battle. The fighters pose a clear threat.

Chen Zong still didn't draw his sword, and he shot it with one palm and one palm. The shadows of the palms canceled and collided continuously. Countless energy swayed in all directions, like a turbulent tide.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought ten moves. Those who bet against Chen Zong and lost ten moves out of five had a gloomy expression, which was a little scary.

And the people who won the game were naturally happy and surprised at the same time.

It is surprising that Chen Zong can actually support ten moves under Ma Zhengyu.

"Senior Brother Ma, why didn't you use all your strength?" The losers were indignant and didn't turn aside. 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, his most powerful skill is his palm technique, not his sword technique."

Those who gambled twenty strokes against each other also began to feel uneasy.

Twelve strokes!

Thirteen strokes!

Soon, after the fifteenth move, Chen Zong still showed no sign of defeat. Instead, he and Ma Zhengyu fought vigorously and looked evenly matched.

"With a bit of strength, you are qualified to let me use a measuring ruler." Ma Zhengyu slammed it out with one palm. After colliding again, he took advantage of the strength to step back a few steps, and said while holding the ruler behind him with his backhand.

"Brother Ma is finally going to use his weapon."

"The real strength is about to come out."

"Haha, I'm going to win, Senior Brother Ma will definitely be able to defeat Chen Zong in the next five moves." The person who bet against Chen Zong and lost twenty moves was very happy.

The measuring ruler is one palm wide, one finger thick, and one meter two in length.

Pulling out the measuring ruler, Ma Zhengyu's aura immediately changed, becoming stronger and thicker, like a mountain suppressed on the earth, and full of power.

Under the wave, there was a dull whistling sound, which brought invisible pressure to everyone.

Chen Zong's eyes were sharp and fell on the measuring ruler. He could vaguely see the extraordinaryness of the measuring ruler, and he could clearly feel the change of Ma Zhengyu. He clasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and slowly pulled out the red thunder sword.