"For instance, if you participate in a gambling match with a hundred million funds betting on your victory, you'll receive one million after winning."
Ye Tian: "Only one percent, that's too little."
Long Xiao: "It's not little, after all, you can fight many matches in one night."
Ye Tian: "Doesn't the higher-ups pay any attention to this?"
Long Xiao: "The higher-ups neither prohibit nor encourage this kind of underground fighting; they turn a blind eye."
"Rest first, then eat something. There might be many matches tonight."
Ye Tian went into a bedroom inside and closed the door to call Lin Ziyi. On the way, Lin Ziyi had called twice, asking where he was.
"I'm in Longcheng," he said with a smile, "attending an academic exchange conference."
He was afraid Lin Ziyi would worry, so he didn't mention the fighting matches and lied that it was an academic exchange.
Lin Ziyi: "In Longcheng? That's perfect. If you have time, can you visit your good friend, Li Zhixuan, for me?"
Li Zhixuan!
Memories from many years ago suddenly appeared in his mind. He quickly asked, "Do you have news about Zhixuan?"
Lin Ziyi said, "Yes, I heard some time ago that he wasn't doing well, but I didn't ask for details. Since you're going to Longcheng, go and visit him. I remember you two were as close as brothers back then."
Indeed, ever since elementary school, Li Zhixuan had been Ye Tian's follower. Because Ye Tian had randomly practiced a few sets of boxing techniques, the thin and timid Li Zhixuan became his loyal follower, sticking to Ye Tian like a shadow every day.
Back then, because he was thin, he was often bullied by school delinquents. Every time, Ye Tian would help him out. Later, he followed Ye Tian through middle school and high school.
Actually, Li Zhixuan's grades were very good, but he was timid and a bit slow.
In the second semester of his second year of high school, Li Zhixuan's father suddenly went abroad. At that time, the internet was not well-developed, and after writing a few letters, they lost contact. Later, Ye Tian tried to inquire about him but found nothing.
Unexpectedly, after seven or eight years, he got news of Li Zhixuan again.
"Ziyi, do you have his phone number?"
Lin Ziyi: "I do, but the call didn't go through. However, I have his home address. You should go and see."
Ye Tian nodded: "Okay, I got it. After the exchange conference ends, I'll go find Zhixuan."
Although he said that, Ye Tian still tried to dial the number, but it didn't connect.
He didn't think about it anymore, put down his phone, and sat down to cultivate his true energy. He had brought a small bottle of medicinal liquid with him on this trip, which was very helpful. He habitually took some before practicing.
He continued to perfect his true energy transformation and also opened the meridian channels in his brain. After he opened the meridian channels in his brain, the energy provided by the gummy substance was finally depleted.
With his meridians all clear, his true energy circulated much more smoothly. He didn't push himself too hard; after practicing for a while, he ate something with Long Xiao and then waited for the gambling matches in the evening.
At seven in the evening, the sports field became noisy, and the lights were bright. Long Xiao brought Ye Tian to the field and quickly found a middle-aged胖子 in work clothes, saying, "Old Zhou, my person wants to fight a few matches."
The middle-aged胖子 smiled when he saw him, "Coach! What, you've trained new recruits again?"
Long Xiao pointed at Ye Tian, "Just discovered him. He's practicing quite well."
Old Zhou sized up Ye Tian and asked, "What's his cultivation level?"
Long Xiao: "He's just developed a sense of qi."
Old Zhou nodded, "Then I'll arrange it for you. Same old rules, you handle your own injuries, and we're not responsible if anyone dies."
Long Xiao smiled, "I understand, everything according to the rules."
Old Zhou went to make arrangements. Long Xiao whispered, "Don't reveal your strength later. Just show your qi cultivation methods, no divine sense."
Ye Tian: "What if the opponent is also a Martial King?"
Long Xiao: "They won't be. Even if the opponent is a Martial King, they will hide their strength like you and not use divine sense."
Ye Tian nodded, "Alright, my Iron Sand Palm is quite powerful, enough to handle it."
The two stood outside the crowd. After a while, a short man walked over and asked with a smile, "Gentlemen, want to fight? A match guarantees at least a hundred thousand!"
Long Xiao glanced at him sideways, "We've already spoken with Old Zhou."
Upon hearing Old Zhou's name, the man lost interest and walked away. It seemed he knew who Old Zhou was.