Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Young Master Guoâs words also attracted the attention of the others. When everyone saw the name âSu Chenâ as the weeping corpse birdâs opponent on the blackboard, they were all shocked.
âSo this seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth is the weeping corpse birdâs opponent? This is unbelievable!â
âItâs impressive that this brat can analyze the victors for us, but to fight the fierce beasts with his scrawny arms and legs, good lord, isnât that just sending him to his death?â
Many people began to discuss it, but to them, the most important thing was still the bet. As for other things, they were just idle topics.
Su Chen sighed and looked at his 1:20 odds, shaking his head.
If it wasnât for the fact that the martial artists participating in the duel couldnât bet on themselves, Su Chen would definitely bet all his money on himself.
If he could do that, he would be able to obtain four million when he defeated the weeping corpse bird later.
Unfortunately, he couldnât. Su Chen could only say goodbye to Young Master Guo and walk towards the arena.
Everyone looked at Su Chenâs back. He looked so weak, but there was an inexplicable determination.
Even Young Master Guo frowned.
As an A-grade martial artist, Young Master Guo had determined that it was simply impossible for Su Chen to defeat the weeping corpse bird.
Yet, he couldnât understand why the boy would do something that he knew was impossible.
Looking at his junior who was getting further away, Young Master Guo seemed to see himself in Su Chenâs back.
He had been young with great ambitions once as well!
âYou little brat, do you really think that just by winning and losing in intervals, you can make people think that youâre just doing it by luck? What kind of ability do you have that gives you the courage to challenge the weeping corpse bird?â Young Master Guo showed some emotions, which was rare. Then, he ordered his men to take out a million Yuan and bet it on Su Chen.
When the people around him saw Young Master Guo take out a million to bet on Su Chen, they either sincerely or for profit, all bet their money on Su Chen as well.
Then, everyone looked in the direction of Su Chenâs departure and shouted at his back, âSu Chen, kid, you must work hard! Iâve bet all my money on you!â
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In the arena, the host was surprised by the voices from the betting area and turned his head to look in confusion.
When he saw a group of people cheering for a thin, weak young man, he couldnât help but frown in confusion.
The host looked at the name list and listened to the name that the group of people were shouting. A strange thought came to his mind, âIt canât be that the kid that looks like he can be killed with a single kick is the one who will be fighting with the weeping corpse bird, right?â
The hostâs face was suddenly filled with contempt, and he snorted a few times in disdain.
Even though Su Chen had yet to step into the arena, the host seemed to have foreseen his tragic death.
In the office, the boss of the arena, the man with the mustache, was staring at the surveillance screen.
He could not take his eyes off the thin, young boy who was about to step onto the arena.
The boss of the arena used to be a martial artist who had a group of loyal followers.
Ever since he had been shot in the knee, his strength had dropped drastically, and he had been forced to withdraw to behind the curtains.
However, his desire to go to war and kill the enemy was still burning as fiercely.
This made him feel depressed, which eventually led to his retirement from the army. Then, he emptied all his savings and bought this arena.
Over the years, the boss had seen arrogant and powerful martial artists killing opponents in the arena like they were invincible.
He had also seen people who had it so hard that they simply couldnât continue living, and would step into the arena with despair and a suicidal attitude.
In the beginning, he would be hot-blooded because of the intense battles, and sad because of tragic stories.
Later on, he gradually became numb and no longer had sincere feelings of joy, anger, or sorrow. He gradually realized that money and power were everything.
As a result, he only watched as faces that were either proud or dejected create value for him in the arena.
Until today, the owner of the arena had thought that there would be no one else worthy of his attention.
But now, after seeing the C-grade martial artist on the surveillance screen, he suddenly couldnât understand.
Why was he sending himself to his death?
Did he really think that he could defeat the weeping corpse bird?
No, the owner of the arena did not think that Su Chen was such a stupid person.
After all, a stupid person couldnât possibly guess the results of the competition correctly ten times in a row.
Was it because he was greedy for money?
If yes, why didnât he listen to Young Master Guo? On the contrary, the boy had just randomly placed his bets, making him lose at times.
The man with the mustache shook his head. Although he did not know what Su Chen was thinking, his intuition told him that there was definitely something wrong with this 18-year-old kid.
âHeâs only a C-grade martial artist, but he dared to take the initiative to fight the weeping corpse bird. Thereâs definitely something wrong with this kid!â The man with the mustache muttered thoughtfully, his face filled with curiosity.
âHowever, compared to his courage in fighting the weeping corpse bird, Iâm more curious about why he didnât listen to Young Master Guo!â When he remembered that Su Chen didnât listen to Young Master Guoâs words at all, the interest on the mustached manâs face became even stronger.
An 18-year-old student who had not seen much of the world could not possibly have the wealth of experience to support him to see through one person after another.
Therefore, the few bets he won could only have been due to his good luck.
In a few of those matches, both contestants had been evenly matched, and ordinary people shouldâve simply been unable to tell who would be the victor.
Even Young Master Guo, the expert in intelligence, would hesitate before betting in a few of the matches.
In these ten rounds of betting, Young Master Guo had only guessed nine correctly.
Even the mustached man, who had retired from the battlefield, could not guess the outcome of a few of the battles.
Yet, this young man seemed to have no restrictions at all. He chose the right answer for every difficult question!
He had exceeded both Young Master Guo and his expectations time and time again!
Other than luck, the mustached man could not think of any other explanation.
âAt this age, one usually spends time in school. Itâs impossible for him to have rich combat experience. But doesnât he want to make money by betting? Since he wants to make money, why didnât he bet the same as Young Master Guo? Unless⦠Unless his goal wasnât to bet but to fight the weeping corpse bird!â The mustached man thought about it, and his brain started to work rapidly again after so many years since he had retired from the battlefield.
After a while, he turned to his subordinate and ordered, âGo, get me the results of Su Chenâs blood-qi test.â
After the subordinate spoke a few words into the walkie-talkie, his face gradually became serious and he replied, âBoss, we didnât manage to collect that kidâs blood-qi report. He suddenly registered for the duel later!â
âWhat?â The man with the mustache snorted, âThen, find a way to test it now!â
âYes, yes, yes â¦â The subordinate nodded repeatedly and hurriedly left.
After a while, a few staff members appeared on the screen.
They stopped Su Chen before he went on the arena, then took the blood-qi detection equipment and used it on him.
The process of testing blood-qi points was not complicated, but for some reason, after the first test, the staff repeated the test several times.
The mustached man was getting impatient as he watched the footage through the screen. He kept urging the others into the walkie-talkie, âDidnât they f*cking eat? Have they even forgotten how to check blood-qi? How many times does a little kid need to be repeatedly tested?â
On the other end of the walkie-talkie, the staff stuttered, âBoss, this⦠Maybe thereâs something wrong with the testing equipment. There seems to be something wrong with this kidâs test data no matter how I look at it. Maybe we can test him a few more times, but the data â¦â
The staff said many words but did not mention what Su Chenâs blood-qi test showed.
The last trace of patience in the mustache man was finally worn out. He started to curse into the walkie-talkie.
If sound could deal damage, the walkie-talkie in his hand would have been shattered.
On the screen, the staff who was listening to the walkie-talkie was shocked by the curses. His stuttering became even more serious, âBoss⦠This testing equipment ⦠That kidâs blood-qi⦠He has 125 blood-qi points!â