"Great!"
"Mr. Lin is amazing!"
"Hahaha, I won again! Mr. Lin is aweso!"
An uproar of cheers erupted from below the stage.
Those who bet on the man in the embroidered robe winning shouted the loudest.
"Is there anyone else who wants to give it a try?"
Lin Weizhuo scanned the martial artists below the stage, speaking with a calm deanor, fully embodying the role of a master.
"I’ll... ah!"
"Holy crap!"
A martial artist suddenly leaped up, trying to rush onto the stage.
However, Lin Zheyu was quicker, effortlessly slapping the opponent away and landing on the platform.
"I’ll do it."
Lin Zheyu looked at the martial artist he had sent flying, speaking calmly.
He realized he kind of liked this feeling.
Suppressing the Turtle Breath True Intent and actively stimulating the Tyrant True Intent Seed, he seed like a different person.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were completely different.
He beca more overbearing and domineering.
"Great!"
"This guy is interesting; this ti, I’m betting on him to win."
"Ha, then you’ll lose; Mr. Lin is definitely winning this round too."
"..."
A chaotic noise ca from the crowd below.
Lin Zheyu heard their voices and suddenly felt a bit regretful.
In his rush to get on the stage, he forgot to place a bet on himself.
This was his first ti showcasing his skills, and with his odds likely being high, it was a pri opportunity to make a fortune.
"Nice body technique."
"Friend, state your na."
"Your skills aren’t bad; you’re worthy of knowing your na," Lin Weizhuo said indifferently, incredibly arrogant.
As if knowing soone’s na was an honor in itself.
"Say it after you beat ."
"Those too weak aren’t qualified to know my na."
Lin Zheyu glanced at him, disliking Lin Weizhuo’s pretentiousness.
He sized up the opponent, pondered for a mont, then continued: "I won’t take advantage of you. I’ll give you the ti of one incense stick to rest."
After speaking, he ignored Lin Weizhuo’s words and walked to the edge of the stage.
"Sir, if I step off the stage now, does that count as a loss?"
Lin Zheyu cupped his hands and asked the martial artist acting as the judge.
"The match hasn’t started yet, so it doesn’t count."
"Moreover, each martial artist has two challenge opportunities per day." The judge, interested, smiled as he spoke to Lin Zheyu.
"Thank you, sir."
"Hey, take a rest first. I’ll be back in a mont."
Lin Zheyu turned to Lin Weizhuo.
After speaking, without waiting for a response, and not caring whether Lin Weizhuo agreed or not, he jumped off the stage.
"This guy..."
Lin Weizhuo felt quite displeased with Lin Zheyu’s dismissive attitude toward him.
He took a long breath and cleared away distracting thoughts from his mind.
Sitting cross-legged, he began to ditate and recover.
As an outstanding descendant of the Lin Family, Lin Weizhuo had nearly won thirty consecutive battles, displaying both formidable skills and ntal resilience.
He was only slightly uncomfortable for a mont but quickly adjusted.
Lin Zheyu’s actions drew curiosity from the spectators surrounding the martial stage.
When they saw Lin Zheyu heading to the betting area not far away, they all looked on curiously.
"Can contestants place bets?"
Lin Zheyu asked the staff.
"Yes, but you can only bet on your own victory," the staff mber said.
"Okay, I want to bet on myself to win, four thousand silver taels."
Lin Zheyu took out four silver notes worth a thousand taels each and handed them over.
"Sorry, for unknown martial artists like you, wagering on your win is capped at one thousand silver taels for the first match."
"With each additional match, you can bet one thousand more silver taels."
"After ten matches, the betting cap will be lifted," the staff mber explained.
"Alright, then I’ll bet one thousand silver taels."
Hearing this, Lin Zheyu could only follow their rules.
The bookmakers were extrely shrewd, safeguarding against all potential arbitrage opportunities.
However, winning one match ant an inco of a thousand taels, which was quite considerable.
As long as he kept winning, once Lin Zheyu succeeded in the hundred-battle undefeated challenge, he could accumulate significant silver.
"Stop delaying, let’s begin."
Seeing Lin Zheyu back on the stage, Lin Weizhuo stood up and said indifferently.
He wanted to make this guy pay for underestimating him.
"Okay."
Lin Zheyu responded with a smile.
At the judge’s command, Lin Zheyu’s figure flickered and vanished from the spot in an instant.
When he considered knocking the opponent down with one punch, he decided against it.
’I’ll play with you a bit longer; I can’t ruin my money-making plan.’
Lin Zheyu mumbled softly.
Whether he could gather enough silver to buy his desired Cultivation Technique depended on his acting.
The best outco would be to win each match narrowly, making the gambling house underestimate his strength and increase his odds.
Bang!
Lin Zheyu slowed down and collided with the opponent, retreating several steps.
"Not bad, but it’s not enough," Lin Weizhuo said indifferently.
"You’re not bad either."
Lin Zheyu grinned and launched another attack.
Bang bang bang—
The intense sounds of collision echoed as the two exchanged blows with fervor, drawing exclamations from the martial artists watching.
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