Chapter 1265: Arena Match (Part 2)

Having said that, he didn't take any weapon, but simply placed his fingers forward.

The spot where his palm landed was directly facing the spear tip, which seemed like it would be pierced through, but for some reason, before the spear shaft could reach him, it dipped slightly, as if deliberately holding back.

Whoosh!

Caught by the palm, he gave a gentle shake.

A tremendous force surged along the spear shaft.

Staggering back, Kui Qing's face flushed red as he couldn't help retreating several steps.

Staggering back, Kui Qing's face flushed red as he couldn't help retreating several steps.

"You can see through my moves?"

His eyes were full of disbelief.

Of course, there was no holding back just now; it was a normal attack. It was just that the opponent had anticipated his ultimate move in advance, thus gaining the upper hand and making him suffer even bare-handed.

"I told you, when it comes to spear techniques, I'm the ancestor. Using a spear in front of me is still a bit too green!"

He flickered again, appearing right in front, raised his palm, and struck down.

Crash!

Power toppled, like a meteor falling to earth.

Kui Qing hastily withdrew, and Lin Xu retreated.

He had thought that after five consecutive battles, the opponent would be exhausted and unable to use this move again, and with his spear he could easily win—never in his dreams did he expect... not only did the opponent know so much about spear techniques, but he could also execute this move.

His palm chopped downward, trying to block the incoming force, but his body shook again, the spear flew out of his hand, and a palm was already on his face.

Thud!

Falling to the ground, his vision went black, and Kui Qing passed out.

"Seventh match: Zhang Xuan vs. Guan Yongfeng!"

Immediately after, a figure walked up. It was none other than the scar-faced youth who had earlier regarded him as a sheep.

"I thought he was a sheep, but it turns out he's a wolf..."

Coming up to him, the scar-faced youth Guan Yongfeng smiled bitterly.

When the other party first entered, he looked so clueless, as if he knew nothing, and was sure to suffer in the match. Never in his dreams did he expect... he was this strong, and even Qian Xu was no match!

"But if you think I'll concede without a fight, you're wrong. Come on!"

Whoosh!

A long blade appeared in his palm, true energy surging as he slashed over.

Having some good feelings for this person, Zhang Xuan didn't go all out. After two moves, he knocked him out.

As the sixth match began on this side, Zhang Jiuxiao on the stage also started placing bets.

Since he was a newcomer, even though he had knocked out the referee right away, everyone was still unsure of Zhang Xuan's strength. In the sixth match, more people bet on Kui Qing. In the first round, using 111 spirit stones, he doubled them to 222.

Now that they knew Zhang Xuan's strength, the odds dropped a bit. However, in the seventh match, Zhang Jiuxiao bet everything, including principal and profit. After it ended, his total assets reached 300 stones.

"Making money indeed..."

Seeing the piles of spirit stones, Zhang Jiuxiao couldn't help sighing.

Although he was a member of the Zhang family, as a collateral branch, his monthly salary was not much. High-grade essence spirit stones were also very useful to him. Normally, he earned less than one or two stones a month. In less than twenty minutes, he had more than doubled from over a hundred stones—truly terrifying!

"Continue!"

Knowing Zhang Shi's intention, he didn't hesitate and bet all 300 spirit stones on Zhang Xuan winning.

The opponent in the eighth match was a young man in his thirties with naturally thick arms. By this time, Zhang Xuan seemed to have consumed a lot of energy from consecutive battles, so the odds increased again.

After more than thirty moves, he barely won.

Zhang Jiuxiao's spirit stones went from 300 to 720.

Previously, he had defeated opponents in one move, but now it took over thirty moves. The audience seemed to guess the newcomer's limit.

"He's really good at pretending..."

Shaking his head with a smile, Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes sparkled.

In this kind of arena match, one had to appear on the verge of losing to attract more bets. If he crushed everyone in one move without any suspense, who would be willing to spend money knowing they would definitely lose?

Although those betting here were all wealthy young masters with deep pockets, they were not fools. They would only bet when they were sure.

For this reason, Zhang Shi's increasing fatigue was definitely an act, aimed at making more money here.

Seeing the newcomer walking a bit unsteadily, fewer and fewer people bet on him winning, all turning to the other side.

The opponent in the ninth match was a middle-aged man.

He had once won eight consecutive matches but lost the ninth.

The reason was not lack of strength; it was said that he had indulged in pleasure to relax, draining his body... On the day of the second match, his legs were trembling...

Even so, he managed to win eight consecutive matches, so his strength was evident.

This time, he probably hadn't gone out again, conserving his energy. He was full of power, and his moves were extraordinary, drawing screams from the audience.

In contrast, Zhang Xuan seemed a bit unsteady, as if he couldn't hold on.

Seeing the contrast, the odds for Zhang Xuan winning broke records again.

However, although the middle-aged man was fierce and powerful, this newcomer was like an unkillable cockroach. He looked like he would fall and die at any moment, but for some reason, he kept holding on and refused to go down.

After a clash of forces, they fought for over a hundred moves.

The exhausted Zhang Shi somehow hit the middle-aged man's occiput with his elbow, accidentally knocking him out, and won again.

By now, the spirit stones had reached 1,800!

"He can win like this? What luck! If he wins one more, a new ten-time champion will be born!"

"Yeah, but that last match took a lot out of him. I think this Zhang Xuan won't make it through anymore!"

"I thought the same in the eighth match, but he still held on in the ninth. This guy has incredible willpower. I think he might become the new ten-time champion!"

"I bet on him winning..."

...

Soon, the tenth match began. Zhang Xuan's previous performance gave the audience confidence, and the odds dropped.

He bet all his spirit stones, and the result was only a little over 2,200 points, far less than the previous doubling.

Of course... the tenth match was even tougher. The two fought for over three hundred moves, and Zhang Xuan still wore a half-dead expression, refusing to fall...

The way he won was even more bizarre: the tenth fighter, during his attack, was too fast and crashed his head into the ground, knocking himself out...

Those who could participate in the ninth match had basically all achieved the glory of nine consecutive wins.

Such a person, wherever they go, is a renowned strongman, yet he knocked himself out. Zhang Jiuxiao felt he couldn't bear to watch anymore...

Brother, can you be any more fake?

Do you take everyone for fools?

However, this was already the tenth match, meaning the competition for the ten-time champion was over.

"Congratulations to Zhang Xuan for becoming the new ten-time champion! Now you have two choices: first, continue challenging; second, rest and then fight again, equally able to compete for the hundred-time champion. My advice is to rest, so you'll have a better chance..."

The voice continued.

The ten-time champion was a milestone. After achieving it, one could rest, recuperate, and come back later to fight for higher honors.

This person was so exhausted he could faint at any moment; it would be best to choose rest before fighting again.

"I'll continue..."

Hearing the劝阻, he lifted his weary eyes and shook his head.

Come on, this is nothing!

Since I came here, if I don't make a fortune and go back like this, what a loss!

Anyway, they're making dirty money, so no matter how I spend it, it's not a loss.

"Continue? In your current physical state, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand it..." the voice said.

Every ten-time champion was a cash cow for the black market. This guy had just achieved it and wanted to continue. If he died on stage, it would be hard to make money again.

"I think... I can hold on a little longer!"

Zhang Xuan said weakly.

"Alright, let me tell you about the method for the hundred-time champion... Defeat ten ten-time champions consecutively, and you'll succeed. Your first opponent is..."

Before the voice finished, a faint voice echoed throughout the arena.

"I'll fight him. If he can defeat me, he'll be the new hundred-time champion!"

Like the clash of bronze, it gave a piercing sensation in the ears. Everyone looked up and saw a tall figure walking out from inside.

"It's Hong Yang..."

"Hong Yang wants to fight personally and promises the hundred-time champion?"

"Usually, others challenge Hong Yang. Why is he taking the initiative this time? He's undefeated in a hundred battles; no one can beat him... If he really fights, this guy is finished!"

"That's for sure... But I think this guy, unless his brain is broken, won't agree!"

...

Seeing the figure emerge, the audience erupted.

The speaker was none other than the hundred-time champion, Hong Yang, who had made Qian Xu tremble and turn away with a single low shout.

At this moment, Hong Yang showed no signs of fatigue from previous battles; instead, his eyes were red, like a killing machine.

"So, do you dare?"

He sneered coldly, looking at Zhang Xuan.

"This..."

His face full of hesitation, Zhang Xuan was tangled.

"Heh, your fatigue is very convincing, but I've killed countless strong men. I can tell you're faking it! To defeat ten opponents in a row and still have the mind to hide your strength... your strength has piqued my interest!"

Hong Yang smiled.

"You're joking..."

His face turning green, Zhang Xuan almost cursed out loud.

He had been planning to keep pretending to be weak and continue fighting ten-time champions to earn more bets, but he didn't expect this guy to see through him.

"Faking? He's faking?"

"I didn't think so..."

"He looked like he would fall at any moment, but he kept winning without any problem. It is suspicious!"

"What a bastard! I bet my money on him losing, and after all this, it turns out he was faking..."

...

Hearing Hong Yang's words, the crowd was furious.

Especially those who had been fooled and lost their bets were about to explode with anger.

"Even if you want to fight me, you can't slander me, right? Anyone who cultivates knows how much energy it takes to defeat ten people in a row!"

Weak and pale-faced, Zhang Xuan looked up: "Not to mention others, if it were you, do you think you'd have the strength to fake it after winning ten in a row?"

"Yes!" Hong Yang nodded.

"..." Zhang Xuan.