325: C325 Things Are Getting out of Hand

C325 Things Are Getting out of Hand

"It's over, split light combo. How come he can't escape this time?"

"This guy is too weak. This is only the tenth move, how could he be beaten so badly that he can't even fight back?"

"This is too much of a scam! My Spirit Stone!"

This was Zhang Quan's second match. Many people had seen his martial skill before. In the previous match, he had relied on his Combo Light martial skill to kill his opponent, but he hadn't expected that this match would still be the same.

At the moment when countless blade lights formed a blade wall and pressed down, just as everyone felt that they had been cheated, the two people on the arena suddenly stopped.

Looking over, they saw the Longsword in Yun Fan's hand was pressed against Zhang Quan's throat.

The blade in Zhang Quan's hand stopped. The scattered blade light slowly dissipated along with the blade wall.

"Kill him!"

Among the crowd watching the battle, someone shouted. Instantly, the entire floor was filled with people.

Zhang Quan's face was gloomy. The knife in his hand unknowingly fell to the ground and he slowly closed his eyes.

He was very clear about the rules here. Since he had come in, he had thought about the scene of him being killed. However, this time, he had come too suddenly and too strangely.

He had no idea when the other party had attacked with his sword, much less how the other party had avoided those dense saber lights. By the time he realized that the tip of the Longsword's sword was already pressed against his throat.

Playing the pig to eat the tiger?

This word suddenly popped up in Zhang Quan's head, and his face couldn't help but be filled with bitterness.

"Do you have money? Spirit Stone and Demon Core are fine, but this can buy your life!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Zhang Quan's ears. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the smiling Yun Fan in front of him.

"Kill me. You don't have any Spirit Stone, but you only have a hundred Demon Cores. I don't think you will be interested in them. Since I came here, I thought I would die. "

" Give me as much as you have. I don't have anything after killing you. "

Yun Fan had already made up his mind before he went on stage. Since he was here for money, there was no need for him to kill anyone. Of course, if the other party did not take out anything, he did not mind killing him.

He stretched out his hand and took the Storage Ring that Zhang Quan threw out. Yun Fan put down the Longsword in his hand.

"The gambling match has its rules, but I also have my own rules. If you want to live, you just have to give me all the Spirit Stone and Demon Core."

Seeing Yun Fan waving his hand gently, Zhang Quan walked out of the ring. Everyone was stunned.

"What's going on? It can still be like this?"

"What do you know? This guy is very smart! In the past, those who went on stage knew that if they lost, they would die. When they attacked, they would use all their strength. Now, as long as you have the Spirit Stone and Demon Core, you don't have to die even if you lose. Who the f * ck still wants to fight with their lives on the line!?"

"En, if we don't fight with our lives on the line, our combat strength will be reduced by at least 10% to 20%. In comparison, this kid has a higher chance of winning! "

Zheng Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes as he listened to the discussions around him.

What a smart kid. His strength was not bad, and his scheming was not bad either. If he could recruit him, he would be a pretty good talent.

He nodded slightly at the young man in the distance, and the caption appeared on the crystal once again. However, this time, it wasn't Wu who came after Yun Fan, but a winning streak.

"What the hell is going on with this kid? I'm going to pay him back!"

"He can defeat someone at the same cultivation realm in ten moves. He has a thirty percent chance of winning even if he breaks through to a higher cultivation realm."

The surrounding people discussed as they started to place their bets. Zhu Shi glanced at Fu Lingling, and without saying anything, he placed all the Spirit Stone on Yun Fan's body.2

Just now, ten thousand had changed to one hundred thousand. It was equivalent to the total reward for completing the mission after experiencing life and death for three years.

The second opponent was a Fourth Level of Essence Accumulation Stage, a young man who had won one match in a row. While Yun Fan was stumbling, the tip of the Longsword once again pressed against his throat.

The same scene shocked everyone. However, it was not over yet. The third match continued with the previous two matches, causing everyone's expressions to become strange.

"F * ck, what the hell is this?"

"Why is it always him who wins?"

Many people who did not lower themselves to Yun Fan shouted. One time was fine, but two times was fine. But there was still a third time. Would they still be able to play happily?

The opponents were getting stronger and stronger each time. Yun Fan was getting more and more difficult each time, but the result never changed. Even the scene of him stopping at the end was similar.

Such a battle was too unpredictable. In other words, as long as Yun Fan was willing, the outcome would change at any time.

The gambling match was also a gamble. If there was a gamble, there would be a mastermind behind it. Many people couldn't help but shoot their eyes at Zheng Zhiqiu. In their point of view, this was the method Zheng Zhiqiu and the others used to earn money.

First, they announced the nine consecutive battles in a high-profile manner, and then they threw out a newcomer. The first match made most of the people win a lot of money, then they threw money into it one after another.

"Everyone, if you want to continue playing, you can stay, if you don't want to. Please don't cause trouble. If it was a bet, there would be a winner and loser. Besides Yun Fan, the rest of the people who went on stage... Everyone had basically seen it before. Winning and losing depended on everyone's eyesight. The fourth match began. If you want to place your bets, you'd better hurry up."

Zheng Zhiqiu had been here for a few years. How could he not know what these people were thinking?

Actually, not to mention the others, even he himself did not expect the result to be like this. The most infuriating thing was that this brat was too greedy. He didn't kill anyone, but used the Spirit Stone and Demon Core to exchange for his life.

If it was a Demon Core, then forget it. As long as it was a Spirit Stone, he would let Zhu Shi bet on it, and the one who bet on it would still be himself.

It had already been three matches. One hundred thousand to one million, one million to ten million. Now, it had already reached a hundred million.

Zheng Zhiqiu's expression suddenly turned serious. He had never thought that Yun Fan would win nine consecutive battles. Now that he thought about it, if he won, how much would he have to pay?

There was no way to calculate the amount of ordinary Spirit Stones. Even if he used the Low Grade Spirit Stone to pay, it would still cost one billion. This was only a normal calculation. It did not add in the difficulty of the challenge.

If it really was added in, then the Low Grade Spirit Stone would not be able to settle it. They could only use a middle-grade Spirit Stone. But where did the Woodjade Kingdom get a middle-grade Spirit Stone? Even if they did, it wouldn't be more than three digits!

The matter had gotten out of hand!

Zheng Zhiqiu nodded at the young man in charge of displaying the crystals. He got up and walked into the room behind him.

When he walked into the room, Zheng Zhiqiu's hands quickly swiped across the room. One Genuine Qi after another formed a complex diagram. As the diagram fell on his body, he disappeared from the room.

At the same time, in the room where Yun Fan had been in the Treasure Hall, there was a slight ringing sound.

Yu Qingqing's expression changed. The two old men beside her quickly rushed out.

One of them rushed to the door and quickly closed it. One of them rushed towards the wall inside and slammed his palm on the wall.

A small crack slowly appeared on the wall and a stone door slowly appeared. Yu Qingqing walked in.

At this moment, there was a person standing in the stone room. It was Zheng Zhiqiu, who had disappeared from the room. No one had expected him to come here.

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