C26 Are You Two Ladies Betting?
C26 Are You Two Ladies Betting?
As Tang Yan's words fell, the man's eyes slightly narrowed. His gaze fell onto Tang Yan as he once again said, "I want to participate in the Martial Hall."
As he said this, a faint imposing manner appeared from his body, and his gaze turned ice-cold. He then threw a sign in front of Tang Yan.
Tang Yan extended his right hand to receive the tablet. His eyes swept over it and a surprised expression appeared on his face.
"Wu Zong!"
The man said nothing, only gloomily looked at Tang Yan.
"Are you sure you want to come to the Martial Hall?" Tang Yan raised his head and asked the man.
"Yes." The man nodded and said coldly, "Arrange a battle for me as soon as possible. I want to fight against Feng Ling."
Tang Yan's expression changed as he looked seriously at the man and asked, "What does sir mean?"
"You don't need to worry about that. Just arrange for it." The man's voice was a little gloomy and his eyes became even colder. "There's still this matter that I don't want you to leak out. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
Tang Yan's expression became serious. After a long time, he said with a deep voice, "Are you sure you can't provoke Feng Batian like this?"
The man's expression didn't change as he indifferently said: "This is my problem. You don't need to care about it."
Tang Yan was somewhat angry in his heart. He swept a glance at the plaque in his hand, and in the end, restrained himself. He said, "Sure."
"It's best if it's today." The man said again.
"Alright." Tang Yan took a deep breath and threw the sign in his hand to the man. "What's your name?"
"Wang Luo," the man said calmly.
With a slightly surprised expression, he nodded and said as he walked outside, "Follow me." Saying this, Luo Feng took the lead and walked outside.
Outside, the noise was ear-piercing. Wang Luo frowned as he looked toward the stage. His eyes fell on a young man standing on top of the stage with his hands behind his back.
"This is Feng Ling!"
Wang Luo mumbled and his mouth formed a sneer. Perhaps this newly risen youth would be killed by him.
He liked this feeling. He liked killing off some of the so-called heavenly materials in the cradle …
Arriving at the dimly lit hall, Wang Luo's gaze swept across the entire hall. With disdain on his face, he leaned against a stone pillar and closed his eyes to wait.
"Brat, what are you pretending to be so awesome for!" At this moment, an arrogant voice rang out.
Wang Luo opened his eyes and looked at the man who opened his mouth. The corner of his mouth curled up as he swept a glance at the man and said, "If you don't want to die, scram!"
As the man's words fell, the man's body started to tremble. Anger burst out of his eyes, and his body's power started to tremble. His right hand shot out towards the man with a sky-shattering sound.
Wang Luo raised his right hand, and as energy flowed through his hand, the man's stunned expression was like an iron pincer grabbing his right hand. A sudden force started to flow from the man's body.
His right fist suddenly became numb, and he immediately felt a wave of pain spreading from all over his body. The man's expression changed, and the man's face turned into pain, then malevolence, and finally, a muffled growl came from him. His body began to tremble, and he struggled, but his iron-clawed hand still continued to grip onto the man's hand.
The man struggled for a moment before his body slowly became limp …
Wang Luo let go of the man's right hand and glanced at the man on the ground. He snorted lightly with a hint of disdain on his face, and then closed his eyes again.
At this moment, the gazes from the surroundings clearly saw that the man had become different …
At the same time, the noise outside became louder. He opened his eyes and looked up. A young man wearing a white robe walked in. His body still had a trace of the aura of a battle that had just ended.
Zhang Fan seemed to sense something. He lifted his head and looked over Wang Luo, then leaned back against another pillar and closed his eyes. Violet light circulated around him as he entered a state of cultivation.
Looking at the young man, Wang Luo's expression became serious. If he hadn't seen him with his own eyes, he wouldn't have thought that this young man would be emitting such a tyrannical murderous aura, and also a bloodthirsty smell. That glance just now had been filled with indifference, and didn't have the slightest trace of emotion.
Clenching his fists, Wang Luo realized that he had underestimated Ye Xiwen. He had completely underestimated Ye Xiwen. This young man was truly not simple …
Soon, it was Wang Luo's turn for the first battle. He once again glanced at the youth leaning on the pillar and walked outside.
Wang Luo stood on the stage and looked at his opponent with disdain. He was a level 1 Martial Master. Fighting against a warrior was not a challenge at all.
Similarly, he didn't use any Martial Spirit either. In just a few short minutes, his opponent had been defeated. This was the difference between Martial Masters and Martial Warriors. This gap was not something that could be bridged by anything.
The surrounding people were surprised, and then started to cheer. Feng Ba Tian's eyes were gloomy, if Feng Ling fought with this man, his chance of winning was very low, or maybe it could be said that he did not have any chance at all. He frowned slightly, and worry could be seen on his face.
If the two really fight, what will he do
With a light snort, the aura from Feng Batian started to slowly circulate. Even if he had to break the rules of this place, he still wanted to enter the arena. His son was not someone who could be touched by anyone.
Closing his eyes, Feng Batian's aura returned to normal.
Wang Luo walked back into the main hall. His gaze fell upon the white-robed figure, and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes. At this moment, he also understood that his aura was extraordinary. You're also a teenager … Even if your innate talent was like a genius, you're still a youth. What's there to fear from a youth?
After two battles, the referee landed on the platform, his expression fluctuating. He wasn't sure if this could be considered a deliberate arrangement or not, but his heart was filled with anticipation.
A dark horse young man who had been creating miracles and an expert who had the strength of a Martial Master. What sparks would be created when the two clashed? Was it Zhang Fan who created miracles again or did he have a Martial Master to prove everything?
After the man's announcement, the entire plaza instantly became silent. Following that, cheers exploded out, and the clamor became exceptionally ear-piercing.
Everyone started to place their bets. With the two things combined, Wang Luo's percentage was slightly higher, accounting for three fifths of the audience's profits. After all, a Martial Master was a level that could not be underestimated; even Zhang Fan, who was the dark horse of miracles, was unable to withstand a single blow from his absolute strength.
As for those who chose Zhang Fan, their hearts were filled with an indescribable restlessness. They firmly believed that Zhang Fan would continue creating this miracle. An indescribable sense of anticipation filled their hearts.
"Miss, what are we doing here? Let's hurry up and go back. If the Patriarch knows we're here, he'll definitely talk about us!"
Her pretty little face showed some excitement, and her pair of big, beautiful eyes swept back and forth. After hearing the girl's anxious voice, she wrinkled her cute little nose and said: "Humph, it was not easy to sneak out. I heard that this place is very exciting, and if you don't tell me, father will not know."
As she spoke, the young girl pulled the girl behind her and sat at their seat.
As the two of them sat down, they immediately attracted the gazes of many in the surroundings. After all, it was rare to see two beautiful girls here.
"Eh? Why isn't there a battle?" Ye Xuan's eyes looked a little doubtful. Her little face was a little disappointed. 'Could it be that the battle has ended?'
"Miss, they are separated here. They will be here in a moment. This place is so scary, there will be people dying. Let's go back." The voice of the girl sitting beside Ye Xuan quivered, and her face was filled with fear.
"What's there to be afraid of? As a martial artist, if I'm afraid of these things, how can I become a big deal in the future?" The excitement on the girl's face didn't decrease in the slightest when she said this.
"Ladies, did you two place your bets?"
At this moment, a light voice rang out. The two of them raised their heads and saw a staff member dressed in special clothing of the Martial Hall standing in front of them.
"What bet?" Ye Xuan was a little doubtful.
"Miss, a bet is a bet to see who can win the competition. If your choice is correct, you can win money. If you lose, that's all." The girl sitting beside Ye Xuan explained.
"Really?" Ye Xuan nodded her head and looked at the staff member, "Who are they this time?"
"A person who only possesses the strength of a Martial Warrior to fight against a Martial Master." The staff member's expression also fluctuated.
"Then it must be the victory of an expert with the strength of a Martial Master." Ye Xuan said without thinking.
"Miss might not necessarily be able to do so." When the staff member heard Ye Xuan's words, his expression suddenly turned serious and said, "This should be the first time the two ladies have come to our Martial Arts Hall. The staff member who heard Ye Xuan's words immediately became serious and said," It should be the first time the two ladies have come to our Martial Arts Hall.
"Is that so?" Ye Xuan widened her beautiful eyes, her small face looked as if she couldn't believe it. She then looked at the serious face of the staff member and asked again, "What are they all called?"
"The warrior level young man is called Feng Ling, and the other is called Wang Luo. He also just advanced, but his strength is quite strong and he has yet to show his martial spirit." The worker replied, not noticing that after he finished his sentence, Ye Xuan's small face was filled with shock.