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Chapter 640 - 641: The Mysterious Old Man

Chapter 640: Chapter 641: The Mysterious Old Man

"There’s a chance, but it’s not big!"

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Outside the Martial Battle Pavilion.

The battle between Bai Tianhu and Ye Wudao had spread inadvertently, as if given wings, swiftly reaching throughout the entire Kunlun.

Tens of thousands of Kunlun disciples flocked upon hearing the news, even some stewards and elders hastened personally to witness the battle.

"Come on, come on, there’s a prize contest! Ladies and gentlemen in the audience, don’t miss out as you pass by! The fight between Kunlun’s True Disciple Ye Wudao and the Demonic Sect’s number one True Disciple Bai Tianhu, the odds are 1 to 10, I only take a 10% rake, come and place your bets!"

Outside the Martial Battle Pavilion, someone had actually set up a betting stall, the owner a shabby old man with a mouth full of yellow teeth, dressed like a beggar, seemingly harmless to humans and animals.

"Who is this oddball, daring to run a gambling ring in Kunlun amidst a crowd?"

"Isn’t anyone going to do something about this?" some curious Kunlun disciples said.

However, some of the Kunlun stewards and elders around, upon seeing this round-faced fatty, reacted as if they had seen the Grim Reaper himself, desperately avoiding him!

"Elders, aren’t you going to intervene?" someone suggested.

"I don’t see anything!" an elder feigned blindness.

"Boss, I’ll bet one hundred spirit stones, I wager on the Demonic Sect’s Bai Tianhu to win!" a regular disciple took out his spirit stones.

"I’ll bet three hundred spirit stones, I’m backing Bai Tianhu!"

"I bet one thousand!"

"I bet three thousand!"

Soon, the betting stall outside the Martial Battle Pavilion was overflowing with people, thousands of Kunlun disciples placing their bets.

"We True Disciples can’t place our bets on the Demonic Sect, that would be laughable if word got out!" a True Disciple said, as several others nodded in agreement.

"I wager three thousand spirit stones on Ye Wudao!"

"I’ll bet five thousand!"

"I’m putting down ten thousand!"

These True Disciples didn’t bet much, but all showed their support for Ye Wudao.

It was then that Li Ruobai suddenly spoke up, "I’ll put down one hundred thousand spirit stones on Ye Wudao!"

Whoosh!

Everyone was shocked!

"My God, did someone just bet ten thousand spirit stones on Brother Ye Wudao?"

"Isn’t that crazy?"

"Third Senior Brother, you’re surely going to lose it all!" a few True Disciples said with wry smiles.

Li Ruobai’s eyes turned towards Ye Wudao and said, "I’m confident that Junior Brother Ye will win!"

The unruly old man, who was busily collecting money and quite merry, grinned, showing his big yellow tooth, "Hehe, good eye!"

Meanwhile, two concealed core Kunlun elders observing from afar witnessed this scene at the betting market and were furious.

"Who is this guy, daring to run a betting market in broad daylight!"

"Shh, keep it down, that guy has returned!" another core elder suddenly lowered his voice.

"I’m putting down one hundred thousand spirit stones for Brother Bai!"

"So am I..." several geniuses from the Demonic Sect also bet, full of confidence.

"The contest begins!" an elder from both Kunlun and the Demonic Sect announced simultaneously.

"Hold on!" Ye Wudao suddenly interjected.

"What’s wrong, brat, you scared?" Bai Tianhu looked down on him with disdain.

Ye Wudao approached the shabby old man running the betting market, and looking at the mountainous pile of spirit stones, he took out a storage ring and said indifferently, "Here are two million spirit stones, I’m betting on myself!"

Boom!

Two million spirit stones!

Upon hearing this astronomical number, a hush fell over the crowd!

"Damn, is he bluffing?"

"Two million spirit stones, even a fifth-grade War Emperor might not be able to shell that out!"

The busy old man at the betting market quickly said, "Junior Brother, you must be joking, where would you get two million spirit stones?"

Ye Wudao said indifferently, "If you don’t believe it, take a look for yourself!"

The ragged old man immediately grabbed Ye Wudao’s storage ring, and with just one glance, his pupils shrank.

"Damn, it really is two million spirit stones!" The ragged old man was dumbfounded, swallowing a gulp of saliva with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, "Hehe, with so many spirit stones, I’m going to strike it rich!"

Just from the rake alone, he stood to gain two hundred thousand spirit stones!

"Hmph, brat, you sure have the cash, but unfortunately, today you’ll lose everything and be trampled under my feet!" Bai Tianhu was supremely confident as a powerful aura burst forth from him, evidently reaching the peak of the fourth-grade War Emperor!

Hiss!

Fourth-grade War Emperor at the peak!

Everyone sensed Bai Tianhu’s aura and drew in a cold breath in unison!

"Brother Ye is only a fourth-grade War Sovereign, while his opponent is a peak fourth-grade War Emperor master!"

"He’s completely outmatched!"

The disciples of the Kunlun Sect worried, but several geniuses from the Demonic Sect were excited.

"We’ve won for sure!"

"Not only will we slap Kunlun in the face this time, but we’ll also make a killing in spirit stones on the way back, how cool is that!"

"Haha, indeed!"

As the saying goes, slow to speak but quick to act, Bai Tianhu adjusted himself to his peak state, bursting forth with a powerful aura, like a tiger breaking free from its cage, launching a palm strike at Ye Wudao, with a whistling palm wind.

"White Tiger Palm!"

Seeing this, Ye Wudao moved his feet, easily dodging it.

"He actually dodged it!"

"Hmph, he’s just lucky!" A few disciples from the Demonic Sect said with displeasure.

Bai Tianhu kept attacking, each move lethal and vicious!

Yet, no matter how much force he exerted, not to mention defeating Ye Wudao, he couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes!

After dozens of moves, Bai Tianhu said mockingly and exasperatedly, "Heh, brat, I know why you’re the weakest among Kunlun’s True Disciples now; turns out you can only dodge!"

The whole place erupted in laughter!

"Laughing at what?" Li Ruobai scolded angrily, and many Kunlun disciples quickly reined in their mirth.

"Heh, my body has just recovered. It was only a warm-up!" said Ye Wudao indifferently.

"Arrogant!" Bai Tianhu, enraged, let out a palm strike wrapped in astonishing force and Demonic Qi, roaring, "Devil Tiger Palm!"

Roar!

This palm strike held immense power, like a demonic tiger descending from the mountains, its might reaching the level of a fifth-grade War Emperor.

Ye Wudao’s eyes remained calm, as he extended a finger wrapped in Dragon Qi, appearing quite mystical.

"Dragon Slaughter Finger!"

The two forces collided, with golden Spiritual Energy clashing against the black Demonic Qi, shattering the air itself!

Boom!

Accompanied by a violent noise, Bai Tianhu’s body was flung backward, landing awkwardly on the ground, spitting out blood.

"Pfft!"

Bai Tianhu’s pupils widened in terror, and his self-assured expression filled with horror as he stuttered, "You, how could you possibly have such terrifying power!"

The whole venue drew in a cold breath!

"Damn, the number one True Disciple of the Demonic Sect was defeated by Brother Ye with a single finger’s might?"

"This, this is too exaggerated!"

"Brother Ye is too strong!"

All the Kunlun disciples were stunned. Although they had lost spirit stones, Ye Wudao won in strength, securing honor for Kunlun, which was also something to be happy about!

As for the disciples of the Demonic Sect, they were in utmost embarrassment. They had ridiculed Ye Wudao as the weakest link, but now it seemed that they were the absolute clowns!

"Elder..." Bai Tianhu lay on the ground, his gaze turning towards several elders of the Demonic Sect.

"Now you know there’s always someone better out there, right?" said a dissatisfied Demonic Sect elder.

"Hmph, good for nothing, you still think of becoming the Prospective Kunlun Holy Son of the Demonic Sect, maybe in your next life!" an elder of the Demonic Sect said angrily as he swept away his sleeve and left.

"I, I..." Bai Tianhu’s eyes were filled with confusion and despair. In the end, he even started to cry, unable to make a sound.

All his pride, his innate self-esteem, Bai Tianhu who was regarded as the Prospective Kunlun Holy Son of the Demonic Sect!

He had been pierced through by a single finger from Ye Wudao!

Pride was annihilated!

Dignity was trampled!

Completely broken!

"Wuwu, I’m really such trash!"

In contrast, all the True Disciples of Kunlun were thrilled; "Our junior brother really is powerful!"

"Too strong!"

"Third brother, you bet a hundred thousand spirit stones on our junior brother, did you already know he would win?" Many True Disciples of Kunlun looked at Li Ruobai with excited eyes.

"I blindly believe in our junior brother’s strength! How about that? I’ve led you to win spirit stones, twenty times over for each person!" Li Ruobai said excitedly, his gaze turning towards the gambling den’s boss. He exclaimed in shock, "Not good, that raggedy old man who runs the gambling den has bolted!"

All the Kunlun disciples looked up to see the scruffy old man who had set up the gambling den, actually slipping away like grease on his feet, absconding with the takings.