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With this thought in mind, Lu Fei Fan decisively joined the ranks of the Brainless Sprayer. His mocking remarks and sharp tongue quickly established him as a representative of the Down Phoenix Sect, and true to his rogue nature, he unleashed a torrent of insults at Xuan Hu, calling him useless and labeling Phoenix as a freak.
His biting words immediately drew the ire of Phoenix's fans, leading to a fierce verbal battle, particularly with a player known by the ID Wandering Young Master. This player was arrogant and confrontational, matching Lu Fei Fan's provocations blow for blow.
"Who are you calling a freak? Your whole family is made up of freaks!"
"Come on, I didn’t even insult your family; why are you getting so worked up?"
"I won’t allow you to insult Phoenix! She’s my goddess, and I’m planning to pursue her as my wife!"
"Oh, look who's talking! A turtle staring at a green bean," A Teng chimed in sarcastically.
"You jealous trash! If you’re so tough, why don’t you go down and fight?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, just saying 'fight' doesn’t mean you can actually do it. You clearly lack any cultural upbringing; I wonder who raised you."
"You… fine! Rascal, I challenge you to a duel. Do you have the guts to face me?"
"Sure! Who’s afraid of you? But before we fight, let’s make it interesting with a bet, shall we?" Lu Fei Fan retorted without backing down.
"Alright, what do you want to bet on?"
"Five hundred Federal Coins!" Lu Fei Fan thought for a moment; he needed to win back what he had just lost along with some interest.
"Pfft! I thought you’d wager something substantial. Just five hundred? Ha! How pathetic. I’ll bet five thousand. The loser can’t participate in the Glory Tournament hosted by Lodin Group!"
Five thousand!
Lu Fei Fan was taken aback; he hadn't expected the opponent to be so ruthless, insisting that he couldn't participate in the Glory Tournament. Wouldn't that be a loss for him?
"What? Are you backing down? If you're scared, just get lost! I don't want to see you again!"
"Who’s backing down? I'm just thinking that it's too boring for just the two of us to bet. If we're going to gamble, let's get everyone in the game to join in; that would be exciting!" Lu Fei Fan felt a surge of delight within.
As soon as he said this, he immediately activated the external betting feature of the Data Analysis System, allowing players to place bets. He also accepted the challenge from Wandering Young Master, and soon, players gathered around to watch began placing their bets.
"One hundred Federal Coins on the thug to lose!"
"Three hundred on Wandering Young Master to win!"
"Five hundred on Rascal to lose…"
"One thousand on Wandering Young Master to win!"
The betting voices were incessant, with most betting on the opponent to win. Even A Teng and Niu Dali moved closer.
"Boss, this doesn't feel right," A Teng said with concern. "It seems like the opponent is not simple."
"What are you afraid of? Worst case, we’ll just have to eat steamed buns for a month," Lu Fei Fan decided to take a gamble. With nothing to lose, he thought that if he didn't stir things up, how would these people fall for it? As the saying goes, sometimes you have to risk it all for a chance at something greater.
"So… should we bet on you winning or losing?" Niu Dali asked, pretending to be clueless.
Lu Fei Fan fell silent; he was actually feeling a bit uncertain. He had acted impulsively earlier, and now regretting it seemed too late. The entire game was buzzing about the impending showdown between Rascal and Wandering Young Master, and more and more players were placing bets—ranging from hundreds to thousands. Most were betting against him based on past performance, which only increased his odds.
The main issue was the notorious reputation of the Playboy Special Operations Team, known for their misdeeds. At this critical moment, they were eager to see Lu Fei Fan humiliated and defeated.
“Boss, why don’t we just back down? I just checked the rankings, and this guy is over six hundred places ahead of us, way beyond our reach, and his level is several ranks higher too,” A Teng advised.
At that moment, the Wandering Young Master spoke up again.
“If you’re a man, don’t back down. In ten minutes, I’ll have you begging for mercy on the ground, and I might consider letting you off the hook!”
“Who will be begging whom is still uncertain!” Lu Fei Fan decided to ignore him. He glanced at the hundreds of opponents across from him and the dozens on his side. The prize pool had over forty thousand; this was no small amount. How could the dashing and notorious Rascal back down in front of so many people? He would fight.
If he was going to die, so be it; he would make sure this Fellow tasted his own dirty tricks first!
“I bet ten thousand on myself to win!” Lu Fei Fan gritted his teeth and input his funds into the Data Analysis System. He entered the amount, thinking that if he lost, he would find a way to make it work—at worst, he could change his title and run away.
“Is there anyone else who wants to place a bet? If not, we’ll get started!”
Lu Fei Fan shouted in the world chat.
“Alright. Let’s begin!” The opponent had no major objections and immediately wore a confident smile, seemingly waiting for Lu Fei Fan, the Rascal, to make a fool of himself for their amusement.
Within minutes, everyone watching began to spread the news excitedly.
“Hurry, hurry! The Rascal is about to fight the Wandering Young Master!”
“Where? Where?”
"Arena Twenty-Eight, the match will begin in ten minutes."
"Did you place your bets? I'm betting on the Thug to lose, haha! The Wandering Young Master is ranked over six hundred and is a level sixty sniper!"
"It seems like Rascal is also a sniper?"
"Yeah, yeah! Rascal is definitely going to lose this time. I fought against him last time, and his shooting skills are so poor that he probably won't hit anything, haha."
"Then hurry up and bet on his loss!"
As a result, the betting pool outside grew larger and larger, with nearly 80,000 Federal Coins wagered on Lu Fei Fan's loss. Even Niu Dali and A Teng were surprised by how high the stakes had become.
Ten minutes later, the two entered the arena.
Lu Fei Fan was a sniper, but his Sniper Rifle skills were quite ordinary. In simpler terms, the Tan Lang series Sniper Energy Gun he bought for two to three hundred game energy points was mostly used for flirting.
Of course, if he had money, he would buy a more advanced Thunder Leopard or Fierce Tiger, or even a higher-tier Long Qing Sniper Energy Gun. The Electric Dragon Energy Sniper Rifle had a shooting range of over three thousand meters!
However, that would cost tens of thousands of energy points—something a player of his caliber could never afford. So according to the Tan Lang's eight hundred meter shooting range, he had to maintain a distance of within eight hundred meters when facing the Wandering Young Master.
He glanced at the Wandering Young Master's equipment data and felt a sinking feeling: the Thunder Leopard Sniper Energy Gun!
This one had a shooting range of fifteen hundred meters—almost double his own. No wonder he looked so confident; he had an absolute advantage in sniping distance.
Once both sides confirmed they were ready for battle, the countdown began on the screen.
Ten, nine, eight... two, one!
Ding!
The sound of a gong echoed through the arena, officially signaling the start of the one-on-one battle.
The crowd outside the arena had grown from just a few dozen to several hundred, including over a hundred strong contenders who had lost in the previous match, all eager to join in the excitement.
The battle commenced.
This arena map was set in a snowy mountain landscape, with heavy snowflakes swirling down. For snipers who relied on wind direction and visibility, the conditions were extremely poor.
The map was randomly generated, and Lu Fei Fan couldn't help but curse under his breath. His luck was almost as bad as someone buying a lottery ticket. However, he figured that since he couldn't see his opponent, the opponent shouldn't be able to see him either.
But Lu Fei Fan was mistaken. The Wandering Young Master had a thermal locator installed in his armor helmet. From behind a hill in the snow, he easily locked onto Lu Fei Fan, who was hiding behind a rock, using his Thunder Leopard sniper rifle.
"Die, lamb!" he declared confidently, his finger tightening on the trigger.
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