Vol 8 Chapter 14: Bet on yourself

"Bet on bet, start."
"To bet on gambling soon, Brother Yang Shihua as a guarantee, the winner of the gambling will be charged 10% of the fair money to ensure justice, do not worry about winning the money."
"Brother Yang Shihua makes a guarantee."
"Hey, Brother Yang Shihua is fifth on the mountain climbing list and also on the strong dragon list. He dares to violate it if he guarantees it."
A long table was set up beside the Linshan battle military platform, and several disciples were yelling loudly.
"Chen Zong challenged Brother Ma Zhengyu and made a one-on-two gamble. He didn't cap it. He must make money quickly."
"I have ten Lingbei, one to two. I bet Chen Zongshi was defeated by Brother Ma Zhengyu within ten strokes. Who dares to bet against me?" A disciple took out the Linglingbei and put it on the table.
"Oh, ten moves are too many."
"Who is so stupid to bet on you?"
"Yes, everyone knows that Chen Zong has no control over it. It is good to be able to support three moves. He also wants ten moves and dreams."
"One to three, dare not." The person who took out ten Lingbei to buy Chen Zongying thought about it, and increased the proportion.
"One to five, I'll bet on you." Someone laughed.
"At most one to four." The man said, gritting his teeth, and took out thirty Lingbei from his arms. This is all the possessions that he has spent a lot of time to save, anyway, Chen Zong is impossible to win, himself You can earn ten Lingbei, why not?
The gambling spirits were collected by just disciples, and the gambling book was also given to the two people who gambled. The names of the parties to the gambling, the number of tricks and the proportion of gambling were clearly stated on the book.
"Get it, and when you win, you will get money by gambling on books, but you do n’t recognize people."
"There are people who bet against it."
"The ending is too obvious. Chen Zong cannot be Brother Ma's opponent. It is estimated that he will lose within three strokes." Someone shook his head and said.
"That's not necessarily true. Brother Ma Zhengyu is a two-star combat force, but Chen Zong defeated Wu Shilie empty-handed, which shows that Chen Zong also belongs to the stronger one-star combat ability. His swordmanship is superb. A sword can reach two stars? "
When this disciple said, thinking for a while, it seemed that it really happened.
Could it be said that Chen Zong may compete with Ma Zhengyu and even defeat Ma Zhengyu?
"It's impossible. Chen Zongxiu only practiced his strength in the early eight turns. Moreover, who knows whether his best skill is boxing, not swordsmanship."
That being said, it seems to make some sense.
"Five moves and five moves, ten Lingbei, one to two, who comes."
"I come."
"Brother Chen, they look down on you too much." Lin Ji angered.
Chen Zong was also a little speechless.
Those disciples who bet against each other believe that they can't support five tricks and ten tricks under Ma Zhengyu's hands. The most promising is also twenty tricks.
"Chen Zong, dare not gamble with me." Ma Zhengyang in the crowd saw Chen Zong immediately and screamed.
The crowd was immediately attracted to the past and their eyes fell on Chen Zong.
"He is Chen Zong."
"It looks average."
"I can't feel his inner strength."
"Presumably it's a practice method with hidden breath."
"How to gamble?" Chen Zong asked indifferently in the face of everyone's gaze and discussion.
"I bet my cousin defeated you within twenty strokes, one to three, and won. The thirty Lingbei is yours." Ma Zhengyang took out the thirty Lingbei and provoked his face.
Chen Zong shook his head.
"Don't dare to gamble."
"I know how I can lose, how can I bet against Brother Ma, but I just want to increase my reputation."
"Fifteen Lingbei, bet I win, one to ten, who dares to take it?" But Chen Zong took out fifteen Lingbei and put it on the table, his clear eyes swept away, he said quietly, Yun Dan The lightness of the wind almost made people think he had won.
Everyone was stunned all around, and even those disciples who maintained a fair view of gambling stared at Chen Zong in astonishment.
Bet yourself to win, this is too confident, even arrogant.
However, one to ten is too big, then one hundred and fifty Ling Bei will come out. For most disciples, that is a huge sum.
"Ma Zhengyang, do you dare?" Chen Zong glanced down on Ma Zhengyang's face and asked with a smile on his corner.
"I ..." Ma Zhengyang's face was changing, he wanted to say dare, but he couldn't say it, because the thirty Lingbei were all his possessions, and he couldn't get any more.
"Ma Zhengyang, I borrow you twenty Lingbei." Someone said, Ma Zhengyang's eyes brightened, he seemed to think of a way, and quickly looked around and said: "Guys, who will borrow my Lingbei first, I will return later."
"Haha, I have ten Lingbei, I will borrow you first."
"Fifteen Lingbei, lend you."
Soon, Ma Zhengyang had a hundred and fifty Lingbei.
A pile of jade white Lingbei piled on the table, blinding everyone's eyes.
The gambling agreement was established. Chen Zong looked at the book of gambling. The content was clear and detailed, and he put it away.
"I also buy Brother Xiong to win, ten Lingbei, just one to five, will anyone dare to bet against me?" Lin Ji took two steps forward, took out ten Lingbei and asked on the table.
That is fifty Lingbei, not a small number.
"Shi Lingbei, barely make up, I took it." One person stepped out and took out fifty Lingbei.
Except for Chen Zong himself and Lin Ji who supported him, no one bet on Chen Zong to win, at most, betting that he lost within 20 strokes.
More and more people gathered around Zhanwutai, either watching or participating in gambling.
"Brother Ma Zhengyu is here."
"Where?"
Look up one by one.
The disciples on the mountaineering list generally live in the mountaineering list and rarely appear in front of everyone, which is even more curious.
Chen Zong also looked over. Through the gap of the crowd, he saw a young man wearing a brown military robe striding forward. About 20 years old, he looked calm, his face was sharp, his eyes were deep, his lips looked tight. Makes the whole face line more fortitude.
Yu Xuan Ang, a long walker, has a wide iron ruler with a wide palm behind him, over one meter in length, white palms under the robe sleeves, and ten fingers long and powerful.
Looking unhappy, he crossed hundreds of meters in a short period of time, walked under the Zhanwu platform, and when he saw no gesture, Ma Zhengyu stood on the Zhanwu platform, feeling as if he was standing there before.
"Fast speed, superb footwork." Chen Zong's pupils narrowed slightly and said secretly.
Standing on the two-meter-high battle martial arts platform, Ma Zhengyu's eyes were narrow, and he didn't say anything, but his voice was slightly overbearing: "Who is Chen Zong?"
Chen Zong walked out of the crowd, brisk footsteps, leaped lightly, light like a flying swallow, and like a leaf in the wind, fell silently on the battle martial arts platform, facing Ma Zhengyu directly.
At this time, a figure seemed to be flying out of the wings of Dapeng, across the sky, flashing like a glimmer of light, and fell on the battle martial arts platform, it was Teacher Liu.
"Today, Chen Zong challenged the eighty-ninth Ma Zhengyu on the mountaineering list, and I presided over it." Said Liu Jiansheng, speaking clearly into everyone's ears: "You two remember that this battle, no matter you win or lose, you must not go down. Killer, now, start. "
"Draw a sword!" Ma Zhengyu's words were simple and overbearing.
"Show your weapon." Chen Zong didn't draw his sword as he said, but said it in a hurry.
Ma Zhengyu's eyes flashed with a touch of fineness, and his steps darted forward, as if the arrows were radiating from the string, and his palm was flipped, his palm was sunken, as if the red iron was stamped on the sponge, and the air was burned through, hitting Chen Zong's chest .
Chen Zong also did not pull out his sword and slapped it out with the back of his hand.
The palms touched and collided, the energy was overflowing, and the wind rippled in all directions, and the ring ripples spread, clearly visible circle by circle.
The bodies of both sides shook, but they did not back down.
"Hmm ..." Ma Zhengyu's eyes flashed with surprise. Although his palm was only a tentative move and did not show all his strengths, it was not unusual for an athlete to be able to hardwire the Ninth Turn of the Peak, but the other side caught it. And, not moving.
Ma Zhengyu can clearly feel the arrogance and dominance of Chen Zongneijin, which also contains the sharpness.
Similarly, Chen Zong can also feel the majesty and strength of Ma Zhengyu.
At the turning of thoughts, Ma Zhengyu has already shot again, with one palm and one palm shot. The palm shadow is full of eyes, the wind is roaring, countless cyclones are born and killed, each palm contains terrible power, which can give a star war The warriors pose a clear threat.
Chen Zong still did not pull out the sword, but also shot it with one palm and one palm, the palm shadows offset, and constant collisions, countless vigors stirred in all directions, as if the tide was turbulent.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought ten moves. Those who gambled on Chen Zong's defeat in the ten moves within five strokes were dull and scary.
The person who wins the bet is naturally happy and surprised.
Chen Zong, it is surprising that Ma Zhengyu can support ten moves.
"Why Brother Ma doesn't give up his full strength." The losers are indignant and they all feel that if Ma Zhengyu gives up his full strength, he can definitely defeat Chen Zong within ten or even five strokes.
"Damn Chen Zong, he's the best at palming, not swordsmanship." One after another scolded.
Those who bet on 20 tricks also began to feel uneasy.
Twelve tricks!
Thirteen moves!
Soon, at the fifteenth move, Chen Zong still showed no sign of defeat. Instead, he and Ma Zhengyu played well and were evenly matched.
"A bit of strength, UU reading www.uukanshu.com You are qualified to let me use the mountain ruler." Ma Zhengyu struck out with one palm, after the collision again, took a few steps back, and said while holding the ruler behind his back.
"Brother Ma is finally going to use his weapon."
"The real strength is coming out."
"Haha, I'm going to win. Brother Ma will definitely be able to defeat Chen Zong in the next five strokes." Those who bet on Chen Zong's 20 stroke defeats were very happy.
Measure the ruler with a slap wide, one finger thick, one meter two in length, brown overall, with mountain ghosts on the ruler, overlapping.
Pulling out the measuring ruler, Ma Zhengyu's breath changed immediately, becoming stronger and fuller, such as the mountains suppressing the earth and full of strength.
Under the wave, a dull whistling sounded, which brought invisible pressure to everyone.
Chen Zong's eyes fell sharply on the measuring ruler, and he could clearly see the extraordinaryness of the measuring ruler, and he could clearly feel the change of Ma Zhengyu. He clasped the handle of his sword with his right hand, and slowly pulled out the red thunder sword.