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In the Grand Arena, although it was just one, the Bu Luo was ever-changing. According to the Golden Core Cultivator, it could accommodate hundreds of people battling simultaneously. Otherwise, how could it be described as grand?
The scenes and terrains within the Bu Luo were unpredictable and often disconnected. Occasionally, there would be moments when both sides were engaged in fierce combat, only to be interrupted by a sudden flying sword. In those instances, the spectators would often mock them; after all, such chaotic swordplay usually stemmed from poor control. If they were reprimanded, they had no one to blame but themselves for their lack of skill.
Jiang Anbo and Hong Yulong had been watching for quite some time. Aside from an obscure figure known as the Feather Fan Monk, everyone else displayed mediocre techniques with nothing remarkable about them.
Jiang Anbo had initially wanted to challenge Gao Dong, but unexpectedly, Zhu Lan seized the opportunity first. It seemed that Zhu Lan was still dissatisfied with his earlier defeat at the hands of Gu Ping and was looking for a chance to prove himself, raising an eyebrow in provocation.
However, after engaging in two hundred exchanges with the Feather Fan Monk, Zhu Lan suddenly found himself on the losing end due to a twist of fate. Even Jiang Anbo failed to see how Minghong could win against the Feather Fan Monk. A flash of red light appeared, and Zhu Lan was knocked out of the arena as if caught by a technique that trapped his cultivation level. This startled Jiang Anbo.
If I don't deny it, Zhu Lan's overconfidence led him to challenge first; otherwise, he might have been the one eliminated at this moment. He patted his chest in relief that he hadn't stepped into the arena.
What was happening? Were figures from the Two Lists arriving?
Hearing voices behind him, Jiang Anbo turned around and saw Shen Shi bringing Gu Ping along. For some reason, Gu Ping was drenched in sweat and visibly trembling. Even after his previous battle with Hong Yulong two days ago, he hadn't shown such signs of distress. It left Jiang Anbo puzzled about what had transpired between them to leave Gu Ping in such a state.
The figures from the Two Lists had arrived, and the person holding a red feather fan seemed intriguing.
Jiang Anbo kept quiet while Hong Yulong became interested; even he couldn't discern what technique the Feather Fan Monk was using.
What happened?
Nothing much—just brushed Yi Dong aside and knocked Zhu Lan out. It seemed like he had temporarily sealed off his cultivation level; what kind of technique could that be?
Brushed Yi Dong and sealed off cultivation? Gu Ping glanced at the fan but couldn't make any judgments without witnessing it firsthand. He then looked at Jiang Anbo and smirked slightly.
He warned me not to get any ideas about him; he told me...
Before Jiang Anbo could finish his sentence, Gu Ping kicked him toward the Feather Fan Monk. The kick sent Jiang Anbo directly beside him, causing even the usually serious Hong Yulong to chuckle involuntarily.
What about Red Maiden?
She wasn't interested in those bloodless competitions and went back to cultivation instead. Perhaps she was practicing with the old servants back home. As for Bu Luo, being a young lady, naturally no one dared to let her see blood, which left her feeling somewhat frustrated.
It is indeed a bit strange for a girl to be so fond of fighting and killing. However, one cannot blame Bu Luo too much; after all, who doesn't have a bit of chivalry in their heart? I don't deny that reasoning.
Wielding a sword across the world is not merely a secular matter. As cultivators, we should take it upon ourselves to uphold the heavenly way and seek the Great Dao. Martial arts are ultimately a minor path, just a side branch.
That person is rather dull. He talks about chivalry while I speak of the heavenly way and martial arts. Isn't it exhausting to carry the weight of the heavenly way every day?
If one has the Dao in their heart, they naturally won't feel tired.
Am I being serious here?
In Dong Jiang Anbo, I boldly come forward to ask for your guidance.
In Eastern Tu Ling, please...
On the viewing platform, the two were bickering when Jiang Anbo from the east had already started fighting with someone who called himself Tu Ling, the Feather Fan Monk. They exchanged kicks without giving an inch, both at the Golden Core Mid-Stage level, testing each other’s skills.
Despite Bu Luo's indifference, after both had defeated Earth Ranking High Leg Zhu Lan, they attracted a large number of cultivators' attention. Everyone was eager to see which of these unknown cultivators could surpass the Earth Ranking High Leg.
I wondered who would win?
Gu Ping noticed that some cultivators were betting on Changdong's outcome and curiously asked Hong Yulong about it.
That person will win; his moves are truly unpredictable. Even though Jiang has been cautious, he might still be caught off guard.
So you don't think highly of him?
Gu Ping watched as a small tray was brought over, and he exchanged smiles with the two before slightly bowing and asking, "Can I help you with something?"
"Oh, what’s the betting limit?"
"It's a one-to-one limit, not too high," Bu Luo replied. It was the first time in many years that he had opened betting this early in the arena. Usually, one would have to wait a month for a full moon to appear, but he happened to catch this opportunity.
"Look at my foundational cultivation. Where would I find something like the Youth Preserving Pill to maintain my youth?"
"You have a good eye, young master. Isn’t that just what he saved up from frugality? It’s just enough for that bowl of rice. He hopes to work there for a few more years, perhaps saving a bit for future generations. If his children are unworthy and can’t enter that door, it’s fine to have an unambitious Xuansun who entered the Universe Hall; they still can’t compare to the disciples of the Major Sect. I’m just trying to make a living and help out Yi Dong at home."
He pressed down five hundred spirit stones.
As he spoke, he took out five fist-sized Spirit Stones and placed them on the tray, causing Hong Yulong beside him to frown in disdain.
When did he ever go out with Hong and pull out five Spirit Stones like that? In such a vast Tiandong, where wouldn’t there be a Sky's End Tower? Even in the Sanbuqing Northern Triangle Region, there were businesses belonging to the Hong Family. When did he start taking money with him when going out?
"What’s wrong? Is Hong feeling financially strained?"
Gu Ping seemed to notice Hong Yulong's embarrassment and smiled broadly, clearly provoking him into a Move Against impulse.
He didn’t gamble.
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