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Chapter 65: Of Course, Bet on the Higher Odds!
Chapter 65: Of Course, Bet on the Higher Odds!
As Wang Bing consumed the spirit, Feng Baobao's body moved instinctively. She drew her 0.01mm-thick condom blade, which was infused with a layer of qi, and swung it at him. However, before it could make contact, a powerful surge of qi pushed her away.
Seeing this, Feng Baobao sheathed her blade and began circling Wang Bing defensively.
"What's going on? Did Wang Bing just devour the spirit body? Can Consume Spirit and Dispatch General be used this way? And even if he did consume low-quality spirits, it shouldn't have resulted in such a terrifying amount of qi."
In the stands, Feng Xingtong asked her father, Feng Zhenghao, with a hint of surprise. As one of the few who also mastered Consume Spirit and Dispatch General, they were the most knowledgeable about Wang Bing's current state.
Feng Zhenghao glanced at the chaotic qi flowing from Wang Bing and shook his head. "If I'm not mistaken, consuming the spirit involves destroying the spirit body and absorbing its power to enhance one's cultivation. Wang Bing's state suggests he skipped the conversion process to gain temporary power."
"There's such a technique?" Feng Xingtong was dumbfounded, then a bit worried, "Can Feng Baobao win?"
"As long as she can withstand Wang Bing's burst of power, she'll be fine. His limbs are damaged, and he's relying on this burst to gain temporary strength. That kind of power isn't something he can control, and his internal meridians can't handle it."
Feng Zhenghao frowned, puzzled by Wang Bing's reckless actions. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Xingtong, has anything unusual happened with the Wang family recently?"
Feng Xingtong, skilled in gathering intelligence and having kept a close eye on the Wang family since learning they had Consume Spirit and Dispatch General, replied immediately, "Nothing out of the ordinary. Elder Lu has been living with Wang Ai, never leaving his side, almost like... a caretaker?"
She sounded hesitant at the end.
No, it's probably not a caretaker, but a "watcher."
A smile appeared on Feng Zhenghao's stern face as he connected Wang Bing's tardiness and current actions. He felt a sense of satisfaction.
It looks like the Wang family is in trouble.
...
"Cough, cough."
Feng Zhenghao's prediction came true faster than expected.
Before he could even chase Feng Baobao, Wang Bing took a few steps and violently coughed up blood.
He stared at his battered body, the qi around him growing more chaotic. His internal meridians were overworking under the intense qi flow, and the side effects of consuming spirits from the past were now surfacing.
Various images flashed before his eyes.
There was a scene from his childhood where Grandfather Wang Ai lifted him high, making him one of the Ten Elders and a stepping stone for his future.
Back then, Grandfather told him he was the future head of the Wang family, born into nobility.
There were scenes from his school days where his classmates despised him but also envied him.
No matter what he wanted, the Wang family would make sure he had it.
There was a scene from his teenage years where he crippled a classmate over a few words.
Grandfather told him it didn't matter if he killed someone; the Wang family would handle everything and smooth things over.
After that, he did kill that classmate, not only killing him but also consuming his spirit. The classmate's screams and desperate cries were particularly intoxicating.
Then there was his first experience, when he was consumed by desire and set his sights on a woman who refused him. He had her captured and played with her for three days and three nights, then gave her to his subordinates when he was done.
What happened next?
Grandfather didn't pay much attention to such trivial matters. She apparently hanged herself.
Stupid woman, she could have enjoyed a life of luxury if she had just agreed.
He had killed many people, both ordinary and supernatural.
There was no choice; consuming spirits required fresh ingredients. Normal spirits dissipated quickly, so killing and consuming them on the spot was the most efficient method.
"You're all wrong! You're all wrong!"
Wang Bing looked at Feng Baobao, who was circling him, as if seeing through her to the people he had killed. Those people were like shadows he couldn't shake, watching him with bloodshot eyes from some unknown place.
He unleashed his power without restraint, trying to catch Feng Baobao and crush this annoying insect, but her agile movements always evaded him.
The opponent seemed to have a sixth sense, always dodging just before he could make a move.
As the load pushed beyond its limits, the power gained from the spirit explosion gradually faded, and his meridians began to crumble.
Thud!
Wang Bing's body collapsed on the ground, his eyes wide open.
In a daze, he saw all the people he had wronged standing before him—classmates he had killed, the woman who had rejected him, passersby he had drowned in the sea, and those with special abilities he had targeted.
They surrounded him in layers, looking down at him with eyes filled with hatred, mockery, or venom.
"I did nothing wrong."
Wang Bing's response was to stretch his neck and open and close his mouth.
He would not admit fault.
His choice was to eat these spirits again, whether they were real or illusions!
But no matter how hard he tried, his limp body wouldn't move.
The referee entered the ring, checked him, and confirmed that Wang Bing was no longer capable of continuing the fight. He then announced the result.
"The match is over, the winner is Feng Baobao!"
...
In contrast to the complications in Feng Baobao and Wang Bing's match, Zhang Chulan's fight was a surprise to the audience.
At the start of the match, Tang Wenlong didn't even bother to give his opponent, nicknamed "No Shaking Lotus," a second glance.
Zhang Chulan began by politely greeting him, "Brother Tang, please go easy on me when we start."
"Alright, let's get this over with. I want to watch the other matches," Tang Wenlong said, planning to end the fight quickly.
Zhang Chulan nodded, "Funny, I was thinking the same thing."
The battle was one-sided, but not in the way everyone expected.
Due to Zhang Chulan's cautious and under-the-radar performance in previous matches, almost everyone had a very low opinion of him, and the odds were absurdly high at 1:120.
On the other hand, Tang Wenlong, a standout disciple of the Tang Clan, was known for his formidable skills and the clan's terrifying poisoning techniques. Many believed he could stand a chance against top contenders like Zhang Lingyu and Ge Qing, and even had a good chance of pulling off an upset.
But in reality, it was Tang Wenlong who ended up on the ground!
Zhang Chulan unleashed his full power with lightning techniques right from the start, crippling one of Tang Wenlong's arms. Combined with the old injuries from Hu Jie's attack, Tang Wenlong's fighting ability was severely diminished.
"How is this possible!" Tang Wenlong struggled to his feet, staring in disbelief at Zhang Chulan, who was jumping around with lightning crackling around him.
The next moment, he was sent flying by a punch covered in golden light.
"Master Lu said that if you pretend to be weak for too long, you might actually become weak. I think he's right."
Zhang Chulan, no longer grinning, extended his palm, gathering lightning in his hand.
"And I really don't have any good feelings towards the Tang Clan."
Palm Lightning - Yang Five Thunder Technique!
With a flash of lightning and a scream, Tang Wenlong was electrocuted into unconsciousness, suffering severe injuries and quickly losing the match.
The entire arena fell silent.
"Are all three of the Heavenly Master's disciples monsters? I thought Zhang Chulan was a pushover!"
"True, but among the three, he is the softest."
"((〃〃)), I bet on Zhang Chulan to win! 1:120, damn, I should have bet more than just a hundred bucks!"
"I'm screwed. I bet on him to lose, just to make a little extra cash, and now I've lost my underwear."
Amid the audience's uproar, Zhang Chulan remained unperturbed, his gaze drifting to another part of the arena.
...
"Lao Qing, let's see what you've got."
Lu Ke let out a villainous laugh, facing the serious Wu Hou descendant.
Just for the comments Ge Qing made before the match, he had to give him a couple of good slaps.
From now on, I'll release two chapters at once to avoid splitting the story for the readers.
(End of Chapter)
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