Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 152 Zhao Feipeng Defeated

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Zhao Feipeng Defeated

"Keke, what’s the matter?" Wang Shuya asked in surprise.

"What’s the matter?" Hu Ke suddenly said through gritted teeth, "Wang Shuya, to think I still considered you a friend, introducing my brother to you. But I never expected you to be so vain. The moment you saw your old classmate had money, you immediately ran off with him."

"Hmph, Wang Shuya, have you ever heard the saying ’Thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty years on the west’? Do you think he’ll be rich his whole life? Today, I’m going to show you just how foolish your choice was!"

Wang Shuya frowned, "Keke, what are you talking about? How am I being vain? In the beginning, it was you who thought he was dressed poorly and had no money, looking down on him. I never did that, did I?"

"Besides, Su Yang is an old classmate of mine. I’ve only met your brother once, how can you say I ran off with him? Keke, your words are too harsh. Just because you introduced your brother to me, must I be with him? What kind of reasoning is that?"

Hu Ke angrily retorted, "Spare me your nonsense. Just so you know, even if you kneel before me later and beg, I won’t give you the time of day!"

"What are you on about, making no sense at all!" Wang Shuya too was angered.

"That’s enough, Keke, no need to waste words with her. People like her don’t turn back until they hit the south wall!" Zhou Lin walked over, his gaze still lingering on Hu Xiexie, he said leisurely, "The most critical thing for a person is making choices. Some choices, once wrong, can never be undone!"

Zhou Lin’s words, though seemingly addressed to Wang Shuya, were in fact always directed at Hu Xiexie.

Hu Xiexie did not even glance at him, treating him as if he were air.

Zhou Lin felt awkward but simply walked up to Hu Xiexie, smiled and said, "Ladies, take my advice, stay away from this surname Su, lest you get caught in trouble later on."

Hu Xiexie finally gave him a glance, and Zhou Lin felt extremely honored. He stroked his hair and struck what he thought was a handsome pose, smiling like a gentleman.

Hu Xiexie parted her red lips and suddenly scolded, "Hey, can you get lost? Do you realize you’re blocking my view of the arena?"

Zhou Lin froze on the spot, his face turning dark in an instant. Gritting his teeth, he pointed at Hu Xiexie, "Ungrateful wretch, we’ll see about that!"

Su Yang, sitting beside them, watched all this calmly. Suddenly sitting up straight, he smiled and said, "Young Master Zhou, have you placed any bets today?"

"Place any bets?" Zhou Lin was taken aback.

"For a wealthy person like you, shouldn’t you be enjoying yourself here?" Su Yang smiled and said, "Place some bets, have a few games, just for the fun of it, right?"

Zhou Lin’s eyes widened as he stared at Su Yang for a while, then sneered, "Kid, don’t gloat too soon. I’m definitely going to place a bet on this game, but you’d better be careful. If you’re not careful and lose everything, you probably won’t be able to leave here alive."

Su Yang smiled, "It’s alright. If you can actually win all my money, more power to you!"

"Well, today I really want to show you what I can do!" Zhou Lin sneered, "Surname Su, today I’m not only going to win your money, but I’ll also have you kneeling before me, crying and begging for mercy!"

"If you want me to kneel and beg for mercy, you’ll probably need to buy more," Su Yang said with a light smile.

"Don’t worry, I have just as much money as you do!" Zhou Lin replied haughtily.

"Then I’ll be watching closely!" Su Yang always smiled indifferently, the epitome of harmlessness.

For someone as mercenary as Zhou Lin and Hu Ke, Su Yang couldn’t be bothered to deal with them here. Once they had placed a substantial bet, it would be time to harvest.

...

As soon as Zhao Feipeng stepped onto the stage, before the fight even began, Brother She hurried to Ling Zi’s side and whispered, "Boss, Ding Qiuhuan has just placed a two billion bet outdoors, betting on Zhao Feipeng to lose. And those four bosses, they’ve put together another eight billion, all betting on Zhao Feipeng’s loss!"

"What?!" Ling Zi’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at Zhao Feipeng on the stage and said sternly, "Are these people out of their minds? Seeing Zhao Feipeng on stage and still daring to put down twenty-eight billion, do they really think Nan Shangwen could be his match?"

Brother She looked utterly clueless; of course, he had no idea what was happening.

Ling Zi, however, was frowning heavily. He knew the four big families wouldn’t wage a battle they weren’t sure of. Now that his trump card, Zhao Feipeng, had been revealed, and the families still dared to make such a heavy bet, it was clear they had something to rely on. In that case, could this battle still take an unexpected turn?

Rushing to the side of the stage, Ling Zi whispered to Master Zhao, "They’ve placed a heavy bet of twenty-eight billion, how... how are you holding up?"

Zhao Feipeng also furrowed his brows, equally surprised. However, looking at Nan Shangwen below, eager to start, he couldn’t help but sneer, "Just a junior, I will surely defeat him within three minutes!"

Hearing Zhao Feipeng’s confident words, Ling Zi also felt much more at ease. He took a breath of relief and looked towards Ding Qiuhuan and the others with a constant sneer on his face. They would make a fortune if they won this match.

After Zhou Lin went back, he was pulled by He Quan to place bets. He Quan didn’t know what was going on either, but knowing that the four big families had placed heavy bets, he understood they must be well-prepared for this match. Therefore, He Quan borrowed three hundred thousand to bet.

Zhou Lin, having been provoked earlier, was even more annoyed and bet his newly purchased car, even borrowing ten million to place a bet. Hu Ke had also managed to round up two to three hundred thousand for a heavy bet, they were both utterly convinced of their victory in this match.

Finally, the competition began, and Nan Shangwen walked onto the stage with heavy steps, completely different from his earlier lightness.

Seeing Nan Shangwen come out, Su Yang frowned. He felt a different kind of power on Nan Shangwen’s body, one that did not belong to Nan Shangwen himself.

That meant someone even more powerful had infused strength into Nan Shangwen. It was this power that made Nan Shangwen’s steps heavy.

And to achieve that, the person must be at least at the level of the Integration Realm. It seemed the four big families had indeed come prepared, even hiring an expert of the Integration Realm to deal with Ling Zi.

Since Nan Shangwen had such powerful support, this battle actually had no suspense. Zhao Feipeng was merely at the Qi Refining Peak, and although the power was not his own, conquering Zhao Feipeng would still pose no problem for Nan Shangwen.

Su Yang quietly watched the battle below until it was over, and Zhao Feipeng was seriously injured, flung off the stage with his chest sunken, continuously vomiting blood.

Nan Shangwen stood proudly on the stage, with an air of haughty disdain for the world. Arrogantly he said, "What Sect Leader of Eagle Claw Sect, not even worth a strike. Ling Zi, feel free to keep inviting people, I’m up for the challenge!"

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