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Zhao Shanyu stared at Li Gang and said coldly, "You don't need to worry about that." The voice was icy, devoid of any emotion.
Li Gang seemed not to hear and instead walked over to Wang Yi, smiling, "Wang Shidi, whether I can get back this ten thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones depends on you. Don't let me down."
"I didn't let Li Shixiong bet on my win," Wang Yi replied with a smile, but inwardly he couldn't help but wonder why Li Gang would bet on his victory when Chu Yixuan had done so.
Upon hearing this, Li Gang seemed uninterested in continuing the conversation with Wang Yi and turned to Chu Yixuan, saying with a smile, "Chu Shidi, since you are so confident, why not bet a bit more?"
Zhao Shanyu's expression darkened immediately upon hearing this. Looking at Li Gang's infuriating back, she felt an urge to rush up and kick him a couple of times to vent her anger.
"Shidi can't compare to Li Shixiong," Chu Yixuan said with self-deprecation and then seriously added, "My father isn't strong enough."
"Is that so?" Li Gang's eyes glinted coldly. "Let's go." He led his disciples out of the room.
"Wang Yi, let's go," Niu Meng said in a low voice as he walked up beside Wang Yi.
"Brother Chu, we'll take our leave first," Wang Yi nodded.
"Then I'll wish Wang Shidi victory tomorrow," Chu Yixuan said sharply as he scanned the crowd. "Let some people know that rules cannot be broken."
"Let's go," Wang Yi nodded in agreement.
"I bet on Wang Yi!" "I bet on Wang Yi..."
As Wang Yi turned around, a chorus of shouts erupted from behind him, filled with excitement and commotion.
If just now Chu Yixuan's bet on Wang Yi caused a hint of hesitation in these people, then when Li Gang took out ten thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones to bet on Wang Yi, it forced them to think carefully; after all, although Li Gang's father is an elder of the Kaiyang Sect and quite wealthy, he wouldn't be foolish enough to throw away ten thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones.
Ten thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones is no small amount; to put it simply, it's the quantity one would earn after five hundred years as an Elite Disciple in the Kaiyang Sect. Moreover, most of these people are ordinary disciples, and the Yuan Stones they have are almost entirely what the Sect distributes monthly for cultivation, which amounts to just a single Low-Grade Spirit Stone—precious to them.
If they mistakenly bet on the wrong person, they would have reason to regret it; thus, under the dual pressure of Chu Yixuan and Li Gang, after much consideration, everyone decided to bet on Wang Yi! As for those who had already bet on Wang Zhou winning, they couldn't help but feel regret at this moment—some were cursing, some were crying, and others were simply sorrowful.
"Wang Zhou, you bastard, how dare you show your face here?" Just a few steps out, Niu Meng suddenly saw a plump figure rushing in and immediately shouted. The roar echoed through the room like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
The one called Wang Zhou was a White-Clad Youth about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was broad and chubby; his loose white clothing couldn't hide his corpulent body. His face resembled a plump meatball, with shiny black hair and narrow eyes that squinted into slits beneath long eyebrows, making it seem as if one could never tell what he was thinking. His skin was as soft and rosy as a baby's, and when he smiled, he resembled Maitreya Buddha, disarming anyone's defenses and even evoking goodwill.
He was indeed Wang Zhou, the cause of all this trouble.
"Look, Wang Zhou is here."
"Heh heh, see? This time Fatty Wang is in for it."
Wang Zhou rushed in without expecting to run into Niu Meng and Wang Yi here. Feeling frustrated, his excited expression immediately faded. But upon looking ahead, he was overjoyed; all his previous gloom vanished. However, Niu Meng's temper was not something to be trifled with. Summoning his courage, he said: "Niu Meng, since Wang Yi has accepted my challenge, this matter has nothing to do with you. Please step aside."
"You..." With Niu Meng's impulsive nature, how could he possibly outsmart the sharp-tongued Wang Zhou? He immediately became furious and reached out his hand to strike him but suddenly halted mid-air. This was because Wang Yi stopped Niu Meng with one hand in front of him, staring intently at Wang Zhou without saying a word.
Wang Zhou felt a chill run down his spine and a flicker of fear crossed his eyes. But he quickly regained his composure and thought to himself that Wang Yi was merely at Transcendence Level Four; what did he have to fear? So he put on a proud expression and said: "Wang Yi, I really didn't expect you would agree to the match. I don't know where you found your courage, but I still admire you; don't worry, I'll go easy on you when the time comes."
Wang Yi's gaze turned cold before he smiled and replied: "Then I must thank my senior brother for your kindness in advance."
"Oh no, we are all brothers here; how can there not be some friction between us?" Seeing Wang Yi back down, Wang Zhou's face lit up with pride as he casually said: "I have never taken this matter to heart; I've long since moved past it."
Niu Meng was furious. "You bastard!" he shouted, raising his fist and charging at Wang Zhou.
“Niu Meng, how dare you? Do you know what you’re doing?” Wang Zhou was taken aback by Niu Meng’s sudden rage, panicking and stumbling as he tried to escape in fear.
“Niu Meng, stop it,” Wang Yi said. “Let me handle this.”
“Fine.” Niu Meng gritted his teeth and shot a fierce glare at Wang Zhou. “Be on time tomorrow, or you won’t have a good outcome.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Wang Zhou, terrified by Niu Meng, was sweating profusely, constantly wiping his forehead. His eyes flickered with hidden anxiety as he nodded and bowed. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be on time tomorrow.”
“Let’s go,” Wang Yi said calmly.
Once Wang Zhou saw Niu Meng leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to Zhao Shanyu, speaking earnestly. “Brother Zhao, don’t worry, I will defeat Wang Yi tomorrow.”
“Hmph, it’s not just about being able to; you must win.” To Wang Zhou’s shock, Zhao Shanyu shouted at him, “Remember, you must win tomorrow! Must win! Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Wang Zhou nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at grain, his eyes shining with determination. “I will definitely defeat Wang Yi, and I won’t let Brother Zhao down.”
“Let’s go,” Zhao Shanyu said coldly, waving his sleeve.
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