Second Uncle chuckled and said, "I bet Zhou Qing can defeat Vice General Jiang within half an hour."
"Impossible!" Jiang Pojun said flatly without even thinking.
He had been fighting and killing demon kings at the border for many years.
As soone who thrived on war, he was almost invincible among cultivators of the sa level. How could he lose to soone who seed focused on studying array restrictions?
Zhong Yao’s eyes lit up, appearing quite interested in the wager, and he asked, "When did this Zhou Qing break through to the Divinity Transformation Realm?"
Second Uncle truthfully answered, "A few days ago."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Pojun furrowed his brows and said, "Then this is an unfair duel. I have stepped into the Divinity Transformation Realm for over a hundred years. Whether in understanding realms or combat experience, I far surpass him."
Yet, Second Uncle provocatively said, "That may not necessarily be the case. Do you dare or not?"
Jiang Pojun’s eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and suddenly, a long, crimson spear appeared in his hand.
The spear emitted a fiery aura, as if it contained endless battle intent.
He stood up, spiritual power surging around him, brimming with fighting spirit, and shouted, "Fight!"
Zhong Yao also felt assured at this mont, taking out a top-grade spirit stone with a relaxed smile and said, "Let’s have so fun, then."
But at this mont, Second Uncle gritted his teeth, steeling his heart, and directly took out ten top-grade spirit stones from his storage bag.
His eyes flashed with a mad gleam, staring straight at Zhong Yao, and said, "This is my entire fortune. I wonder if Lord Governor dares to gamble big with ?"
Zhong Yao looked at Second Uncle in surprise, not expecting this seemingly ordinary early-stage Divinity Transformation youth to be such a crazy gambler.
After a brief consideration, he patted his storage bag and also took out ten top-grade spirit stones, boldly saying, "Deal!"
Seeing Zhong Yao’s decisive deanor, Second Uncle trembled slightly, seemingly regretting his impulsiveness just now.
But having already spoken, he couldn’t back down, so he nodded and quickly ran to Zhou Qing.
"Kid, this is a bet of ten top-grade spirit stones. You must defeat Jiang Pojun within half an hour."
"But don’t win too quickly, or if your real strength bursts out, the subsequent bets will be aningless. Understand?" Second Uncle specifically instructed.
Zhou Qing nodded and seriously asked, "Can I use the Emperor’s Brilliance Scripture?"
Second Uncle patted his chest and said, "You can use all your thods. With protecting you, afraid others might steal? Besides, compared to these divine techniques, that thing is the most precious on you."
Zhou Qing naturally knew that the "thing" Second Uncle ntioned referred to the Inscription Level divine technique "Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain."
At this mont, seeing Jiang Pojun walking towards him with the spear in hand, Zhou Qing also stood up, eting his battle intent head-on.
Until they were only a few feet apart, their gazes intersected mid-air.
"Are you certain you want to fight ?" Jiang Pojun asked in a deep, magnetic voice, full of the boldness of a seasoned warrior.
He lightly swung his spear, the spear tip drawing an arc in the air, producing a faint whooshing sound.
Zhou Qing took a deep breath and slowly said, "Please enlighten ."
As their conversation ended, the surrounding atmosphere instantly beca tense.
The dozen or so Blood Forbidden Army mbers who followed were equally curious, and noticing the strangeness, Lu Yaoyao and Yan Xiaohu, among others, ca out from the cabin, tightly watching the two.
Swish, swish!
The two instantly left the deck, heading straight into the sky.
Under the crowd’s gaze, Jiang Pojun launched the attack first.
His figure flickered, like a red lightning bolt, charging at Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing, seeing this, calmly took out the broken sword, flipped his wrist, and held the sword steadily in front of him, fearlessly facing Jiang Pojun’s thrusting spear.
"Clang!"
The sound of tal clashing exploded, shaking the surrounding air.
In an instant, sparks flew.
After the initial test, a strange light flashed in Jiang Pojun’s eyes, clearly surprised by Zhou Qing’s response and the broken sword’s resilience.
But as a seasoned warrior, rich in combat experience, he gave Zhou Qing no chance to breathe.
His wrist flicked, like a nimble serpent, and the spear drew a weird and deadly arc in the air, thrusting towards Zhou Qing again.
This ti, the spear’s angle was highly tricky, the spear tip like a cold star, carrying a sharp wind, straight to Zhou Qing’s vital points.
Jiang Pojun’s spear techniques contained the experience of fighting the demon race at the border for many years, each move hiding a fatal strike, making defense extrely difficult.
At this mont, Zhou Qing’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing, and with a flash of silver under his feet, he seed to step on nothing, his figure instantly shifting half a foot, deftly avoiding the spear’s direct thrust.
At the sa ti, his broken sword rose, slashing at the spear shaft at a peculiar angle.
The broken sword and spear collided again, producing a "clang clang" sound, like weapons striking in battle.
As the fight continued, the air around them beca more chaotic, the collision of spiritual power generating gales that made everyone’s clothes flap wildly.
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