Devour

Chapter 399: Eating without knowing how to wipe your mouth

Master Li smiled and said, "It's all right for the youngsters outside the hall to just be guessing, but everyone present here has a discerning eye. One of the two dueling is in the early stage of the Wu Nian realm, and the other is in the middle stage of the Wu Zhu realm. The difference is more than two major realms! Elder Pan Zhonghan will definitely win, there's almost no suspense. Is there any point in betting?"

Cheng Bai came up with a plan and suggested, "Just betting on who wins is too monotonous. How about betting on the winning move? No one else's moves can be repeated. The winner gets all the money staked by everyone present. If no one wins, everyone gets their original stake back. The rules are simple and clear!"

"This is a good idea! I believe Elder Pan Zhonghan can win in the third move, and I am willing to bet one thousand taels of black gold." Bei Tingjun readily agreed and took out the corresponding gold ingot from his treasure bag and placed it on the table.

"In terms of cultivation, Pan Yue is similar to Wang Duxing before him, perhaps slightly stronger. Targeting victory with the third move is a safe bet. Sister Bei's judgment is generally correct."

Cheng Bai judged the outcome and placed several black gold ingots on the table. He said, "I think Elder Pan Zhonghan left some room for maneuver last time. This time, he has a better chance of winning with the second move! I'll also bet one thousand taels of black gold."

Master Li pulled out enough platinum ingots from the Sumeru mustard seed and said calmly, "I originally predicted the outcome would be decided within two or three moves, but unfortunately you two beat me to it. But it's alright. I, the Confucian scholar, will bet five thousand taels of platinum that Elder Pan Zhonghan will win on the fourth move."

"I'm betting five thousand taels of platinum that Elder Pan Zhonghan will win with the first move!" Wang Hong laughed and announced the bet loudly, as if the result was already a foregone conclusion.

The four players' bets were roughly equal in value. This play seemed fair, but unbeknownst to anyone, Wang Hong had already communicated with the two players on the stage through his divine consciousness, secretly arranging the outcome of the contest.

"Zhonghan, now is your chance to shine before your disciples. You must attack with all your might and secure the title of Holy Son with one decisive move. I have high hopes for you!"

Pan Zhonghan received the instructions, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face, and he thought: "Today, I am determined to obtain the position of the Holy Son!"

His opponent was also asked to cooperate in the performance.

"Pan Yue, you have been designated as the leader of Beilin Bingzhou, commanding all the halls and banners. Compared to Elder Pan Zhonghan, your strength is still far behind. Why not take advantage of the situation and withdraw from the arena with the first move to avoid further damage?"

After hearing this, Pan Yue's lips curled up slightly in a smile, knowing that there was some truth in his words: "I'm indeed no match for my uncle, but all my hard work today to gain the power of the altar master has been worth it."

Wang Hong explained everything in detail and was secretly pleased with himself: "The overall situation has been decided! Everything is under my control."

"Start!" Wang Mingsheng was very rigorous and put the new hourglass in place to time the moment accurately.

On the ring, the two seemingly antagonistic parties stood face to face. When their eyes met, they could vaguely see the satisfaction and joy deep in their hearts.

Even if the two of them don't have much desire to fight, going through the motions is still necessary.

"This move of mine is the essence of the Five Thunder Palm. Junior Brother Yue, be careful!" Pan Zhonghan used the Five Thunder Palm, with rumbling thunder and flashing lightning. He gathered his full momentum and used a powerful move of "Thunder and Lightning".

"Master, you're here at the right time!"

Pan Yue shouted softly and unleashed the ultimate sword technique, "Fawning," mobilizing thirty Red Wild Swords to swirl and dance, forming a protective sword net. He appeared to be attacking, but in reality he was retreating, using the sweeping force of lightning to leap from the arena.

How could such subtle movements, both real and fake, be hidden from the eyes of a discerning eye? Cheng Bai immediately understood his intention: "Pan Yue is withdrawing from the competition for the Holy Son. He's already found an ideal solution and doesn't need to stay on stage and fight to the death. Don't let your imagination run wild!"

In an instant, Cheng Bai's mind moved, and the invisible and intangible phoenix power immediately rushed straight into Pan Yue's purple palace sea of ​​consciousness.

Both the protective sword net and the protective sea boiling power were regarded as nothing. The Phoenix power was unpredictable, and the frequent illusions confused the sea of ​​consciousness, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Pan Yue hadn't noticed he was being eroded by the Phoenix Power yet. He was only focused on using the Red Wild Sword to defend himself and reduce the power of the Five Thunder Palm. At the same time, he stepped quickly on the Wild Wave Step, as if he was suppressed by Pan Zhonghan and was unable to resist. He was about to fall back to the edge of the ring.

Suddenly, Pan Yue's mind was in a turmoil. His eyes blurred as he saw Wang Zhen, covered in blood, suddenly emerge from the ring. Her teeth were bared in a terrifying expression as she fiercely stabbed at him with a broken sword, shouting, "Give me back my life!"

Pan Yue's hair stood on end at the sudden scene. Without thinking, he quickly turned over and used the "Heart and Mind" move, his body moving erratically and dodging the attack.

Pan Zhonghan saw the sudden and drastic change in his sword energy and body shape. He was clearly trying to avoid the "Thunderbolt" attack. He was anxious, "Junior Brother Yue's Ultimate Sword Manual is even higher in quality than my Five Thunder Palm. Its complexity and variety are truly amazing! I must work harder to defeat him. I must not let the Sect Leader down!"

In his haste to secure victory, Pan Zhonghan changed his tactics without hesitation, unleashing a swift attack of "Swift Wind and Thunder," chasing him like a shadow. Pan Yue's dense net of Chiye swords proved powerless to stop his ruthless and ruthless attacks.

Wang Hong, seated on the Nine Dragon Throne, watched with a twitching eye. He cursed inwardly, filled with displeasure, "This... is the second move! Pan Yue, you got kicked in the head by a donkey? Didn't you understand that I told you to admit defeat on the first move? If you refuse to leave this stage, I'm going to lose this bet!"

Seeing that Pan Zhonghan was about to defeat Pan Yue in the second move, Bei Tingjun revealed a sly smile and said coquettishly, "Oh! Your Majesty, I don't want to lose either."

She moved her fingers slightly and quietly made a hand gesture, and the water vapor in the air was drawn in and condensed rapidly, creating a lifelike simulation.

Suddenly, another figure appeared beside Pan Yue. Not only did they look and dress identically, but they also controlled the same thirty Chiye swords. Using strikingly similar sword techniques, this figure launched a fierce attack on Pan Zhonghan.

"Junior Brother Yue has such powerful skills!" The sudden killing move shocked Pan Zhonghan and made him feel an unprecedented threat.

He quickly gathered his energy into his dantian, and suddenly exerted force to use the Five Thunder Palm's signature move, "Thunder Fury".

Dazzling lightning and thunder surged, and the entire arena was covered with rolling thunderclouds that roared and rushed forward, as if an ancient giant beast had awakened and was furious, opening its ferocious mouth and pouncing towards Pan Yue.

"No matter how good you are at splitting yourself into two, you can't escape death!" Pan Zhonghan showed a sinister smile, clasped his palms together and pushed out. The tremendous power was like a mountain crushing an egg, and he pressed Pan Yue down from mid-air to the ground.

As soon as the simulacrum took the next move, Beitingjun secretly lifted the spell, and the extra figures and sword lights all disappeared.

The thirty Chiye swords that Pan Yue originally controlled were completely out of control after being blasted by Pan Zhonghan's Five Thunder Palm. They fell to the ground with a "ping pong" sound, and he was instantly unable to fight back.

Seeing this, Bei Tingjun said with ecstasy, "The third move in the bet decides the outcome—I win!"

Cheng Bai seemed slightly dissatisfied and whispered, "Sister Bei, you don't even know how to wipe your mouth after eating secretly. I won't play with you next time!"

Bei Tingjun hurriedly said, "No! Your Majesty, I know I was wrong and am willing to make amends as a slave."

Cheng Bai said faintly: "It's okay, just pretend I never said anything."

Master Li's perception was so sharp that he had already noticed the subtle tremors of magic interfering with the fight. He sighed softly, "Nine out of ten gambling cases are frauds. The winner is not gambling!"

He remained seated on the ground with the cup in his right hand unchanged. Intentionally or unintentionally, he extended his left palm and tapped the ground on the table, quietly performing the fifth level of the Xiaoyao Lingjian Jue's Tianneng realm skill "Green Lotus Emerging from the Ground, Floating Like a Fairy".

At this moment, Pan Yue had just landed and was unsteady on his feet. Seeing the deadly killing move coming at him, he was powerless to deal with it. For a moment, he was terrified: "Master is much stronger than me. I am really going to die if I don't retreat in time!"

Unexpectedly, the earth's vital energy suddenly shifted, a surge of hidden power surging like a torrent from the Yongquan acupoints at the bottom of Pan Yue's feet into his body. It was as if long-suppressed potential had found a breakthrough and was unleashed, filling him with inexhaustible magical power, and his confidence surged with the sudden change.

"Hey!" Pan Yue was facing a life-or-death moment, and he tried his best to use the Eight Sounds of Shocking Waves to resist the oppressive force.

The power and speed of the sound waves that were spewed out were far beyond his cognitive limit. They surged like a raging storm, forming a lifelike giant tortoise, which, with terrifying force, smashed into the attacking "Thunder Fury" and dispersed it.

The overwhelming force raged on the ring, causing the martial arts arena to tremble slightly.

Some of the elders watching were even worried: "How could they be so powerful? Will the restriction array they have put together be strong enough to prevent it from collapsing?"