"I'm afraid of losing my life, grandson! Co on." Yang Zui unleashed all his Inner Breath at the mid-level of the tenth stage of National Martial Arts, and his entire aura burst forth.
Chen Yong also unleashed his power at the peak of the tenth stage. Ye Hao sensed it slightly and knew that Chen Yong just needed the right opportunity to break through to the eleventh stage of National Martial Arts. However, this opportunity might not be so simple!
After all, beyond the tenth stage of National Martial Arts, the Inner Breath needed for a breakthrough is no small amount.
If it were soone like Ye Hao with a deep foundation and strong Inner Breath, it would be even more difficult.
The crowd saw that Chen Yong and Yang Zui seed ready to start a fight after exchanging just a few words, and they burst into applause and shouted the nas of the ones they liked.
However, most of the cheering on site was for Yang Zui. After all, with his handso appearance and the aura of a wealthy man, the won couldn't help but shout his na.
Of course! So won preferred Chen Yong's big and brawny type, but there was no doubt that the ones shouting their nas were mostly won.
The n were just spectators adding to the background.
"Yang Zui... Yang Zui..."
"Chen Yong..."
The won's cheering made Yang Zui smugly take out a cigarette and leisurely light it.
Chen Yong saw Yang Zui's attitude and coldly said, "Yang Zui, I've co to challenge your Martial Arts Club today, not to watch you show off. Can you at least bring so martial spirit?"
"Just because you learn those crappy foreign skills you call martial arts? True martial arts are only the martial arts of Huaxia. What you have are just skills honed by practice! How dare you talk about martial spirit in Huaxia's Martial Arts Club? Why don't you talk about Taekwondo spirit? Why don't you go to Jiepeng and be a dog?" Yang Zui took a deep drag on his cigarette and mocked Chen Yong.
"Yang Zui, I'm here to challenge, not to listen to your garbage talk." Chen Yong looked at Yang Zui with a gloomy face, surprised at how an he was.
"I mock you because you're still a Huaxia person, otherwise, I wouldn't bother. You ignore the profound martial arts of Huaxia to learn Taekwondo, does it give you a sense of superiority?" Yang Zui snorted.
"Take this!" Chen Yong didn't want to hear any more of Yang Zui's nonsense and directly attacked him.
"Why bother looking, you can't do anything but raise your leg in a Yellow Dog Pissing Pose." Yang Zui didn't block but took a puff from his cigarette.
Chen Yong was about to kick Yang Zui but abandoned the move in anger after hearing his words, opting to use his fists instead.
Yang Zui, seeing the fist approaching his face, dodged sideways and attacked Chen Yong's belly with a quick, powerful punch.
The crowd, seeing Chen Yong and Yang Zui already fighting before the official could speak, clapped enthusiastically.
Sitting at the podium, Qian Xiaosheng watched with a grin, neither comnting nor speaking, as he sent a ssage from his phone.
After he sent the ssage, the scene beca a bit lively. It's unclear what force was at play, but soon, soone brought prepared tickets, betting on who would win or lose.
The crowd saw this and wanted to gamble, hoping to make so money here.
From the second-floor corridor, Ye Hao watched and then turned his gaze to Qian Xiaosheng at the podium. His eyes fluttered but he was relieved, having so understanding of the basic forces at Peking University in Huaxia.
Ye Hao wondered about the identity of Qian Xiaosheng and how he could control such a massive network.
On the stage, Chen Yong's moves were deadly, in a do-or-die manner.
Yang Zui was no slouch. Even though he hadn't used moves like Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, his fighting style was extrely fierce and intense.
The more Yang Zui fought, the more excited he beca. This passionate fight was exactly what he wanted.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Yang Zui had always used his fists against Chen Yong. If Yang Zui used his palm technique, Chen Yong might not have been able to withstand it.
Of course! This doesn't rule out the possibility that Chen Yong was hiding his strength. Even if he was, Yang Zui's powerful palm technique akin to Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms might not easily defeat him.
The fiercer they fought, the more lively the betting below beca, with nobody worrying that this force would default on any payouts.
This force was the most mysterious at Peking University; no one knew who their leader was, but he must control a vast intelligence network.
Although mysterious, their integrity was firm, never engaging in deceit.
Seeing this, Ye Hao smiled and said, "Qingqing, why don't we go down and place so bets for fun?"
"Let's not. After all, Ye, you don't lack money," Su Qing said.
"Hehe, who ever complains about having too much money? They're coming over." Ye Hao turned, seeing two ticket sellers approaching from a distance.
"So who are you betting on to win, Ye?" Su Qing asked.
"Of course, Yang Zui!" Ye Hao laughed.
"Do you really think Yang Zui can win?"
"He has to."'
"Hey, co over here." Ye Hao smiled and called out to the two ticket sellers.
Hearing this, one of them ca over and asked, "Planning to buy? The minimum is a hundred bucks!"
"Buying. Is there a limit on the stakes?" Ye Hao asked with a smile.
"No limit," the man straightforwardly replied.
"Here's one billion. The password is six eights. I'm betting on Yang Zui to win. You can check the funds on this card right now." Ye Hao cheerfully took out a bank card.
Hearing this, the man's hands shook, and the betting slips fell to the ground.
"Quick, co over!" The young man quickly called his partner, fearing Ye Hao was joking.
The two of them checked Ye Hao's bank card together and were shocked to find it had over a hundred million on it. Was soone really betting a billion on this?
"Are you sure you want to bet a billion?" The two asked in unison. Their voices were heard by those nearby, who all turned to look.
"Is this guy with kiss marks all over his face betting a billion? That much money?"
"Ah! Isn't that Su Qing, the Su University Beauty?"
"What's she doing with a guy? And it seems those kiss marks are from her!"
"It's Su University Beauty..."
After Su Qing was recognized, people were pointing and talking about her.
Su Qing didn't pay them any mind, standing sweetly and clingily beside Ye Hao.
"Yes, a billion on Yang Zui to win," Ye Hao said with a laugh.
"Alright, we'll accept it." The two n imdiately wrote a note and walked down to the stairway.
Ye Hao opened the eighth-generation system and said to Qianqian, "Qianqian, monitor their outgoing calls and activate trace mode." (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to recomnd and vote monthly tickets at Qidian, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.)
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