Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 76 - 76 75 God Predicts

76: Chapter 75 God Predicts 76: Chapter 75 God Predicts He fancied a lean martial artist at the Seventh Level of Pulse Condensation, the very one he had predicted would turn defeat into victory.

This martial artist’s name was Wu Ming, still on the Red Team, and his opponent was another martial artist named Feng Zheng.

“Five hundred Spirit Stones on Wu Ming to win!” Lin Xuan placed his bet.

Although it was Lin Xuan’s first bet, his previous performance still caught everyone’s attention.

“Hmph!

A guy with no vision, really thinks he’s seen through these martial artists after one lucky guess?” someone said disdainfully.

“This Feng Zheng is a victor of ten consecutive battles, and his Seventy-two Paths Wind-Opening Palm is invincible!”

“I’m betting on Feng Zheng to win, one thousand Spirit Stones!” the martial artist declared loudly, and after speaking, he cast an ingratiating glance at Ling Ze.

Ling Ze nodded with satisfaction: “Lin Xuan, right?

I’ll make sure you lose so badly you’re stripped of your clothes!”

Lin Xuan didn’t say much, he leaned back in his chair to relax and savor the wine after placing his bet.

This wine was brewed from Spirit Fruit; while its Spiritual nature was thin, drinking more could still strengthen the body and promote health.

“Should I also get some Spiritual Wine for myself?” Lin Xuan thought of the Spiritual Wine brewed by the Lord of Wine, which was excellent in both effect and taste.

“Hey, Brother Lin, are you really sure you can win?” Ye Qing asked worriedly, “I’ve followed you in betting a lot of Spirit Stones!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guarantee your purse will be full!” Lin Xuan was very confident in his judgment.

As a swordsman, observing one’s opponent was crucial.

He had watched the matches of both competitors, knowing their weaknesses and strengths, which is why he was so confident.

Before long, the match began.

Right off the bat, Feng Zheng from the blue side launched a fierce attack, his hands covered with Green Fierce Light, quick as a gale, forcing Wu Ming of the Red Team to only defend.

“Good!

This Wind-Opening Hand truly lives up to its reputation!” many martial artists cheered.

Luo Qingshan sipped on Spiritual Wine elegantly and asked softly, “Brother Lin, won’t you join a few matches?”

“No rush, I’m getting familiar with the situation first,” Lin Xuan said with a smile, “and incidentally winning some of Ling Family’s Spirit Stones.”

Luo Qingshan was taken aback, then let out a wry laugh, realizing Lin Xuan had become involved with Ling Ze again.

It was all right with him; he had long found Ling Ze disagreeable, and now there might be a chance to suppress him a bit.

“Do you have a plan?” even while seated, Luo Qingshan had five golden halos enveloping him, looking as though a God Demon had descended to the mortal world.

“Brother, how about we…” Lin Xuan suddenly whispered.

Ye Qing, seeing the two conspiring, snorted lightly.

She rolled her eyes at them, then looked at the light screen with concern, after all, she had also bet many Spirit Stones.

Thirty minutes later, Wu Ming of the Red Team counterattacked successfully and won the match.

“Yay!” Ye Qing jumped up excitedly, “With odds of one to three, I’m going to win a lot of Spirit Stones!”

She clapped her hands happily, attracting sideways glances from the crowd.

That martial artist who had bragged so confidently now had a face like thunder, wishing he could get in the ring and destroy the Red Team himself.

“Damn it, what Wind-Opening Hand, a complete waste!”

Ling Ze’s face darkened as well; losing to Lin Xuan twice in a row was more than his pride could bear.

“Who’s next?” Ling Ze asked impatiently.

“Nie Tian from the Purple Mist Sect and Bai Ji from the Green Feather Sect are next, both are equally matched,” said the black-clothed martial artist beside him.

Ling Ze’s eyes flashed; he didn’t believe Lin Xuan could be right again this time.

“Let’s see who that kid bets on first,” Ling Ze waved his hand dismissively, “go bring me two maids over!”

Not far away, Lin Xuan watched the competitors on the light screen and pondered.

He chose Nie Tian.

“One thousand Spirit Stones on Nie Tian to win!” Lin Xuan announced.

Whoosh!

Many martial artists heard this and followed suit, betting on Nie Tian to win.

“I’ll bet on Bai Ji to win!” Ling Ze suddenly said, “Three thousand Spirit Stones!”

“True to Mr.

Ling’s style, always generous with his bets.

I trust his judgment,” some martial artists followed Ling Ze’s lead.

Ling Ze was embracing a beautiful maid, his smirk sinister as he said, “Before, the two of them were indeed evenly matched in strength, but Bai Ji has recently made a breakthrough.

I think defeating Nie Tian shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Hey, how did you figure it out this time?” Ye Qing asked.

“I didn’t,” Lin Xuan shrugged.

“I haven’t seen the two compete, I’ve just seen their competition records.”

“Betting, huh?

It’s only fun if there’s winning and losing.”

“You!” Ye Qing was so angry she clenched her teeth.

She had bet all the Spirit Stones she had just won.

“May Heaven bless Nie Tian to win…” Ye Qing muttered nonstop to herself.

On the light screen, Nie Tian’s left leg shone with a green light, like a gentle breeze, while his right leg glowed red like fire, with the firelight dancing.

Two different powers were present in one person at the same time.

Across from him, Bai Ji wore a silver mask on his face, his longsword flickering with a cold and chilly light that almost froze the surrounding air.

Wind and Fire Divine Legs!

Ice Sword Technique!

From the start, both used their strongest ultimate moves, dazzling light overflowing, Sword Qi crisscrossing, the surroundings destroyed by their power.

Everyone was nervously staring at the screen, not wanting to miss any detail.

At last, Bai Ji struck thirteen times in succession, two yards of flying Sword Qi burying Nie Tian’s figure.

“Ha ha!

Worthy of Bai Ji, the Ice Sword Technique is indeed formidable,” Ling Ze laughed unrestrainedly while fiddling with the beauty in his arms.

Those martial artists who bet on Bai Ji winning were also excited, continuously flattering.

However, before they could fully savor the taste of victory, the scene on the light screen changed.

That Nie Tian, buried under the Sword Qi, suddenly erupted with powerful Spiritual Power.

Green and red energies each formed a semicircle, interweaving and breaking through the Ice Sword Energy.

Bang!

Bai Ji was kicked flying, dissolving into white light.

The outcome of the match saw a shocking reversal.

Those people’s smiles were still frozen on their faces, but their expressions were as stupefied as chickens carved from wood.

Ling Ze also blanked out for a moment, unable to understand how such a turnaround could happen.

Was today his unlucky day?

“Damn it, shit luck!” Ling Ze was furious, roughly squeezing the girl in his arms, his eyes filled with rage.

The maid, in pain, had tears in her eyes but dared not resist at all.

“We won, we actually won!” Ye Qing could hardly believe her own eyes.

She had given up on that outcome, but unexpectedly, they had won.

Was this guy just guessing, or was he lucky?

Ye Qing couldn’t help looking toward Lin Xuan, who was caressing the Purple Crystal Card in his hand, smiling slyly like a fox.

“This Brother Lin really is miraculous, but he sure can attract trouble!” Ye Qing thought, tilting her head.

In the subsequent few matches, Lin Xuan could always predict accurately, having already repaid the borrowed five thousand Spirit Stones and earning another three thousand.

“That should be enough,” Lin Xuan said softly.

Luo Qingshan nodded, then gestured to his subordinates to arrange matters.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please pay attention.

The upcoming match is very interesting.

One is a mysterious newcomer who has never competed before, and the other is Qi Jue, the winner of ten consecutive victories.”

“The odds, one to ten!” a steward announced.

“What, one to ten!” The crowd fell into a brief silence, followed by a buzz of confusion.

“Damn, this time I must bet correctly.

Whether or not I can turn things around depends on this!”

“No, I’m going to bet my entire fortune.”

“I bet Qi Jue wins!” Most people chose the latter, after all, ten consecutive victories is not easy to achieve.

Lin Xuan slowly stood up, pulling out the Purple Gold Card and said, “I bet on the mysterious newcomer to win!”