"Take them to the recovery area to rest," the old man holding the tablet waved his hand. Several female martial artists jumped onto the stage and carried Chen Jiuyang and Duan Shengde to the recovery area.
But the crowd below the stage erupted.
"Damn it! It's a draw! I can't accept this!"
"Ahhh, I bet all my money on Chen Jiuyang winning! It's all gone now..."
"Son of a bitch, how could it be a draw? All my money is lost!"
"This fat bastard is actually this strong, I miscalculated!"
"I knew Chen Jiuyang was just like this, I shouldn't have bet on him, damn it, he's a three-second wonder, a mere candle in the wind!"
A group of people were extremely annoyed, and then a thought occurred to them: surely no one bet on a draw.
But they had no way of knowing if anyone had bet on a draw.
In the recovery area, many people were screaming. Some had their arms cut off, some had their legs cut off, and some were blinded. The place was filled with the smell of blood, like a living hell.
Chen Jiuyang and Duan Shengde lay on the beds.
Then, both of them opened their eyes, carefully sat up, and then smiled, exchanging a look. They each extended their hands and clasped them together: "Brother, it was a pleasure cooperating."
Chen Jiuyang chuckled, "Pleasure cooperating."
Both of them had made a fortune. Chen Jiuyang received two billion, and Duan Shengde received thirty-six billion.
Duan Shengde flashed a wicked grin, "Brother, let's recuperate here, and then go out to harvest some more leeks later?"
Chen Jiuyang smiled knowingly, "No problem."
It was good to mix fish eyes with pearls.
Chen Jiuyang only cultivated the Emperor Yu Divine Body Art within the Han family's territory. After more than ten days, the Pure Yang True Blood had completed seventy percent of its conversion. Once the second level of the three-turn Pure Yang cultivation was complete, Chen Jiuyang could use the money earned from this bet to purchase resources and cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, advancing his cultivation.
This way, he could also avoid exposing his secrets under the Han family's watchful eyes.
Many people were curious about how his cultivation could advance by leaps and bounds while maintaining quality. The Han family had been subtly probing for Chen Jiuyang's secret for a long time, and Chen Jiuyang had managed to fob them off with the Chen family's secrets several times.
The Han family also knew that the Chen family was sparing no expense to cultivate Chen Jiuyang, their peerless genius young master, so they grudgingly believed Chen Jiuyang's claims about the Chen family's secret.
It was like the True Demon Sect having secret techniques like "Enlightenment," which could not be revealed.
Half an hour later, Chen Jiuyang, with a pale complexion and weak aura, walked out of the recovery area and approached the betting station. "I bet on myself to win, twenty billion."
He had previously bet two hundred million in principal and two hundred million in winnings on himself to win, but it had ended in a draw, and those who bet on win or lose had been profited by Duan Shengde.
"Alright, Mr. Chen Jiuyang." The young woman at the betting station operated skillfully.
Chen Jiuyang's current odds were two to one. Previously, they were five to one. Even though it was a draw, some people continued to bet on him to win, showing a determined resolve.
Chen Jiuyang chuckled and returned to sit below the stage, watching the matches on the stage.
This time, no one bothered Chen Jiuyang, and Duan Shengde sat opposite him, watching the matches.
Time flew by until the afternoon. After Chen Jiuyang had recovered for two to three hours, it was finally his turn to compete again.
Chen Jiuyang and his opponent jumped onto the stage, and the crowded audience below immediately began to discuss.
"It's Ling Yefeng, the young city lord of Border City!"
"Heh, who cares who it is, I'm still betting on Chen Jiuyang to win!"
"Heh, it seems you don't know yet. Chen Jiuyang and Duan Shengde fought to a draw, their strength was completely depleted, and their foundations were thoroughly exposed. Ling Yefeng has been on stage twice, and each time he defeated his opponents within three moves."
"Ling Yefeng was born in Border City and survived on the battlefield by killing foreign enemies from a young age. Although he is a Saintly Martial Artist, his patriotism is also extremely sincere. Although Chen Jiuyang is the champion of the Feng Province Martial Rankings and possesses the talent of a peerless genius, his practical combat experience is still too little, otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to defeat Duan Shengde earlier."
"Ling Yefeng's martial art is focused on killing. Chen Jiuyang's foundations have been completely exposed. He definitely won't last three moves against Ling Yefeng before being killed."
"You have too much money to bet on Chen Jiuyang to win, you idiot, right?"
"Exactly, Ling Yefeng is powerful and mysterious, Chen Jiuyang is no match for Ling Yefeng."
"What the hell, is that so? Then I'll quickly change my bet and put it on Ling Yefeng to win."
Hearing Ling Yefeng's record, many who had bet on Chen Jiuyang immediately believed it by seventy percent and rushed to bet on Ling Yefeng to win.
And on the stage, Chen Jiuyang's aura was weak and pale, while Ling Yefeng was cold, sharp, and powerful, further instilling a sense of foreboding in people's hearts.
"I bet on Ling Yefeng! One hundred million!"
"I'm betting on Ling Yefeng too!"
While the old man with the tablet was verifying their identities, Chen Jiuyang saw his odds change from two to one, to one to one, one to two, and finally to a ridiculous seven to one!
Chen Jiuyang's heart burned. Seven to one! He had bet twenty billion on himself. If he won against Ling Yefeng, he would immediately earn one hundred and forty billion, and the resources to break through to the Earth Realm would be within reach!
Chen Jiuyang's gaze towards Ling Yefeng also changed. This was not an opponent or an enemy; this was a walking Yuan Kingdom currency.
"?" Ling Yefeng saw Chen Jiuyang's intense gaze and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes. This person was not only not afraid but seemed somewhat excited.
It seemed he had no intention of surrendering.
After the verification was complete, the old man holding the tablet returned to the edge of the stage and said expressionlessly, "Begin."
"Ling Yefeng, champion of the Border City Martial Rankings!" Ling Yefeng cupped his fists in greeting. He had seen Chen Jiuyang's profile and knew that this person came from the Sharp Blade Legion as a military doctor, saving many soldiers, which gave him a good impression of Chen Jiuyang.
Even if Chen Jiuyang couldn't defeat him, he wouldn't seriously injure or kill Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang also cupped his fists in greeting, "Chen Jiuyang, champion of the Feng Province Martial Rankings!"
As his voice fell.
Ling Yefeng, holding a sharp short blade, rushed to Chen Jiuyang's front the next moment, aiming for Chen Jiuyang's face.
"Clang!"
Chen Jiuyang stood his ground and directly opened his protective qi shield. Ling Yefeng's short blade hit Chen Jiuyang's qi shield with a metallic clang, and sparks flew from the blade.
Then, Chen Jiuyang extended a hand, smiling, and grabbed Ling Yefeng's hand holding the blade.
The next instant, Ling Yefeng's body went limp, he lost control of his body, his vision went black, and many doubts surged in his heart. Did I lose just like this?
Before he passed out, he seemed to hear Chen Jiuyang say "Thank you."
The old man presiding over the match immediately announced, "Number one thousand two hundred and forty-one wins."
Chen Jiuyang smiled slightly, one hundred and forty billion in hand!
As the announcement fell.
Many people in the venue suddenly turned pale, some even spat out blood, and then the area below the stage erupted in chaos.