Chapter 14

It’s really a narrow path for enemies. Ning Yi squinted his eyes and quickly dodged out of his line of sight. He guessed the other party hadn’t seen him yet; otherwise, he would have jumped up in anger long ago.

Originally, Ning Yi planned to wait until his strength was strong enough before investigating why those four hooligans dragged him into an alley and beat him to death, and then dumped his body so far away.

However, since he had encountered them now, he naturally couldn’t let this opportunity slip by.

After all, missing this chance, it would be extremely difficult to find four hooligans he didn’t even know in the future.

More importantly, this little hooligan didn’t seem to have a high combat ability, at least not a martial artist.

The little hooligan was also betting, and like Ning Yi, he was betting on the blue side to win. He threw in a red chip, which was a thousand yuan, and it wasn’t clear whether it was due to luck or inside information.

After the little hooligan finished betting, Ning Yi went up and also bet on the blue side to win.

Soon, the match began, but Ning Yi’s eyes were already focused on the little hooligan.

The match on the stage started, and at first, the blue side was aggressive, attacking fiercely with a physical advantage. The red side withstood the initial assault and then began to counterattack, gradually gaining the upper hand.

But as the fight progressed, the blue side finally burst out, unleashing battle qi, which instantly doubled his strength. One punch directly sent the red side flying off the stage, landing with a thud on the floor.

"Damn!" The people below immediately cursed.

"Shit..."

Many people lost, but since this underground gambling had a set limit, the maximum amount could not exceed ten thousand yuan, so although some people cursed, there was no riot or direct confrontation.

Ning Yi got back three green chips, which was one hundred and fifty yuan.

Then he watched the hooligan, who won two thousand yuan this time, but didn’t seem to be ready to stop.

He was still wandering around the venue.

Soon, another pair of contestants came out. Ning Yi saw that this time they were ordinary fighters, and he didn’t follow. After the result came out, the little hooligan happily went to collect his winnings.

Ning Yi secretly observed the betting situation and found that the house still had the upper hand in the end.

He then understood that the house was completely manipulating the match based on the betting situation. However, the venue had both winners and losers, and it seemed quite balanced, so most gamblers didn’t pay attention to this. The little hooligan clearly had inside information.

But the next contestants immediately caught Ning Yi’s interest.

Because these two contestants were both quasi-martial artists, the red side was at the third level of Qi cultivation, and the blue side was at the second level.

The difference between the second and third levels of Qi cultivation might seem small, but the required energy points differed by a full factor of two. In other words, the third level was twice as powerful as the second level.

So, if both sides performed at their normal strength, the red side winning the blue side would be almost certain.

However, after watching two matches, Ning Yi didn’t dare to make a hasty judgment. In a match manipulated by the house, if the betting was one-sided, the house would likely choose to let the second-level Qi cultivator win.

Sure enough, the odds were set: red side to win at 1:1, blue side to win at 1:2. Notably, according to the gamblers’ analysis, the blue side’s strength was already known by many, being at the second level of Qi cultivation, as he had appeared multiple times and won many matches, and the gamblers knew his strength.

But the person setting the odds opened a bet for him to lose, which gave everyone a psychological hint that the red side was deep and unpredictable.

With the groundwork laid by the first match, the gamblers were confused: should they take a risk or play it safe?

However, this didn’t matter to Ning Yi. He took all three green chips and waited for the hooligan to make his move. The hooligan, like before, waited until just before the betting closed and then bet all on the red side.

Ning Yi smiled slightly and bet all three chips on the blue side.

On the stage, the two quickly started exchanging punches and kicks. Indeed, the red side also unleashed battle qi, causing a stir among the audience. Clearly, many people, despite thinking the red side was deep and unpredictable, were still willing to take the risk for the double odds. However, seeing the red side was also a martial artist, their faces turned grim.

The little hooligan, however, looked smug, clearly indicating he had inside information!

Turning back to the stage, the fight between martial artists was indeed more exciting than ordinary fights. Battle qi clashed, and white streams of light scattered like sparks, flying across the stage, making it very spectacular.

The gamblers below were immediately captivated, some even forgetting about their bets, as the match was indeed thrilling.

The two fought for nearly a hundred rounds, and the blue side, as expected, began to fall behind.

"Empty Tiger Fist!" The blue side, who was losing, suddenly shouted, his fist gathering a ball of white battle qi, and with a fierce impact, he slammed it towards the red side. This was a last-ditch effort.

"Combat technique!" Some people exclaimed. The reason was simple: although the Empty Tiger Fist was a low-level white-grade combat technique, it was rare to see martial artists use combat techniques in such underground matches. After all, martial artists, even quasi-martial artists, were highly respected, and who would willingly lower their status to come to such a place?

At the same time, the red side almost simultaneously swung his hands rapidly, transforming his fists into palms, and a denser ball of battle qi condensed in his palm.

"Whirlwind Palm..." he roared, the white battle qi reaching its peak.

As the two balls of battle qi rapidly approached...

The gamblers watching below were excited, but suddenly, an unexpected change occurred. The red side’s condensed white battle qi suddenly disappeared...

"Boom!"

Strangely, the fleshy palm met the battle qi-filled iron fist, colliding fiercely.

Instantly, the red side, who was terrified, was caught off guard and enveloped by the blue side’s explosively expanding battle qi, flying off the stage and landing hard on the concrete floor below.

"Thud!"

This time, it was a real fall. Ning Yi heard him groan and couldn’t get up for a long time.

Amitabha, for the sake of money, don’t blame me.

Almost simultaneously, Ning Yi’s body trembled as he absorbed the red side’s battle qi, almost losing his balance and nearly falling over. Clearly, the energy impact was significant.

He checked and found that after absorbing the energy, it converted into 1.2 energy points, bringing his total to 11.5 energy points.

This was great, much better than that trash Pang Dacheng, who only gave him 1.2 energy points.

Moreover, he also made a small profit, even though it was a 1:1 payout, he now had 305 yuan in assets.

Looking at the little hooligan, his face turned extremely ugly, and he then walked towards the backstage.

Ning Yi’s heart raced, and without paying attention to the noise around him, he secretly followed.

The little hooligan soon came out looking extremely dejected and headed straight for the exit.

Seeing this, Ning Yi went to the front desk to exchange his chips for cash and then quietly followed.

When the hooligan left the underground bar, he spat on the ground and cursed, then turned into a dark alley.

Ning Yi followed closely, but the little hooligan was also alert. He probably heard something and turned around, seeing Ning Yi.

Of course, in the darkness, he couldn’t see clearly.

"Damn it, kid, why are you following me?" The little hooligan didn’t speed up but walked back, "Robbery, hand over your valuables."

He laughed strangely, staring at Ning Yi’s shabby bag.

However, before he could finish his sentence, he recognized Ning Yi’s face, his expression changed, and his mouth opened, about to scream.

But before he could make a sound, Ning Yi’s hand had already grabbed his throat, staring at him with a sinister tone, "Hello, we meet again!"