Chapter 75

He had his eyes on a lean martial artist at the Seventh Stage of the Condensation Pulse, the same one he had predicted would turn the tide and win earlier.

This martial artist was named Wu Ming, still on the red team, while his opponent was a martial artist named Feng Zheng.

"Five hundred spirit stones, bet on Wu Ming to win!" Lin Xuan placed his bet.

Although it was Lin Xuan's first time betting, his previous performance had already caught the attention of the crowd.

"Hmph! What a short-sighted guy, really thinks he can see through these martial artists just by guessing right once?" someone sneered, "This Feng Zheng has won ten consecutive matches, and his Seventy-Two Movements of the Wind-Opening Palm are invincible!"

"I bet on Feng Zheng to win, one thousand spirit stones!" a martial artist said loudly, then glanced at Ling Ze in a flattering manner.

Ling Ze nodded in satisfaction: "Lin Xuan, right? I'll make you lose until you're stripped naked!"

Lin Xuan didn't say much, and after placing his bet, he leisurely leaned back in his chair, sipping fine wine. These wines were brewed from spirit fruits, though their spiritual energy was thin, drinking more could still strengthen the body.

"Should I also get some spirit wine to drink?" Lin Xuan thought of the spirit wine brewed by Wine Master, which was excellent in both effect and taste.

"Hey, Junior Brother Lin, are you really confident you'll win?" Ye Qing asked worriedly, "I bet a lot of spirit stones with you!"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure your pockets are full!" Lin Xuan was very confident in his judgment. As a swordsman, observing opponents was crucial. He had watched both of their matches and knew their strengths and weaknesses clearly, which was why he was so confident.

Soon, the match began.

From the start, the blue team's Feng Zheng launched a fierce attack, his large hands covered in green light, swift as the wind, forcing the red team's Wu Ming to only defend.

"Great! This Wind-Opening Palm is indeed well-deserved!" many martial artists cheered.

Luo Qingshan elegantly sipped his spirit wine and asked, "Junior Brother Lin, aren't you going to participate in a match?"

"Not yet, let's get familiar with the situation first," Lin Xuan said with a smile, "and win some of the Ling family's spirit stones on the side."

Luo Qingshan was taken aback, then laughed bitterly. It seemed Lin Xuan was still at odds with Ling Ze, but that was fine; he had long been annoyed by Ling Ze, and this might be a chance to suppress him.

"What do you have in mind?" Luo Qingshan, even while sitting, was surrounded by five golden halos, like a deity or demon descending.

"Senior Brother, how about we..." Lin Xuan suddenly whispered.

Ye Qing, seeing the two being secretive, couldn't help but huff and glare at them, then anxiously watched the screen, as she had also bet a lot of spirit stones.

After a while, the red team's Wu Ming successfully counterattacked and won the match.

"Yay!" Ye Qing jumped up happily, "A three-to-one payout, I'll win a lot of spirit stones!"

She clapped and cheered, drawing the attention of the crowd. The martial artist who had boasted earlier was now fuming, wishing he could go up and defeat the red team himself.

"Damn, what a Wind-Opening Palm, a complete waste!"

Ling Ze's face also turned dark. He had lost to Lin Xuan twice in a row, which was intolerable for his proud self.

"Who's next?" Ling Ze asked impatiently.

"The Zixia Sect's Nie Tian and the Qingyu Sect's Bai Ji, both have similar strength," the black-clad martial artist beside him said.

Ling Ze's eyes flickered; he didn't believe Lin Xuan could guess right this time.

"Let's see who that kid bets on." Ling Ze waved his hand, "Go get me two maids!"

Not far away, Lin Xuan watched the two on the screen, pondering for a moment, and chose Nie Tian.

"One thousand spirit stones, bet on Nie Tian to win!" Lin Xuan said.

Wow! Many martial artists, hearing this, also followed the trend and bet on Nie Tian.

"I bet on Bai Ji to win!" Ling Ze suddenly said, "Three thousand spirit stones!"

"Truly worthy of Young Master Ling, generous as always. I believe in Young Master Ling's judgment." Some martial artists followed Ling Ze.

Ling Ze, hugging a beautiful maid, smiled wickedly, "They were indeed evenly matched before, but Bai Ji has recently made a breakthrough. Defeating Nie Tian should be no problem."

"Hey, how did you figure that out this time?" Ye Qing asked.

"Can't tell, just a guess," Lin Xuan shrugged, "I haven't seen them fight, just their match records."

"Betting is more interesting when there's a chance to win or lose."

"You!" Ye Qing was so angry she gritted her teeth, as she had bet all the spirit stones she had just won.

"Heaven help us, may Nie Tian win..." Ye Qing muttered to herself.

On the screen, Nie Tian's left leg glowed green, like a gentle breeze, while his right leg was red with fire, the two different forces coexisting in one body.

On the opposite side, Bai Ji wore a silver mask, his sword trembling with a cold, icy light, freezing the air around him.

Wind and Fire Divine Legs!

Ice Sword Technique!

The two launched their strongest moves from the start, the dazzling light and sword qi spreading, destroying the surroundings. The crowd watched the screen intently, not missing a single detail.

In the end, Bai Ji slashed thirteen times, the two-zhang-long sword qi flying everywhere, burying Nie Tian.

"Haha! Truly worthy of Bai Ji, the Ice Sword Technique is indeed formidable." Ling Ze played with the beauty in his arms, laughing wildly.

The martial artists who had bet on Bai Ji were also excited, constantly flattering him.

However, before they could fully savor the victory, the situation on the screen changed.

The Nie Tian, covered by the sword qi, suddenly burst with powerful spirit energy, the green and red forces forming two half-circles, intertwining and breaking through the Ice Sword Qi.

Bang! Bai Ji was kicked away, turning into a white light and dispersing.

The match result underwent a shocking reversal.

The smiles on their faces froze, and Ling Ze's mind went blank for a moment. He couldn't understand how such an outcome could be reversed; was today his unlucky day?

"Damn, what bad luck!" Ling Ze was furious, roughly caressing the girl in his arms, his eyes full of anger.

The maid, in pain, was in tears but dared not resist.

"Win, actually won!" Ye Qing almost couldn't believe her eyes. She had given up on that outcome, but didn't expect to win.

Is this guy just lucky or what? Ye Qing couldn't help but look at Lin Xuan, who was stroking a purple crystal card, his smile as cunning as a fox.

"This Junior Brother Lin is truly amazing, but he sure knows how to stir up trouble!" Ye Qing thought, tilting her head.

In the following matches, Lin Xuan always predicted accurately, repaying the five thousand spirit stones he had borrowed and earning three thousand more.

"About time." Lin Xuan said softly.

Luo Qingshan nodded, then called his subordinates and gave instructions.

"Everyone, please pay attention. The next match is very interesting. One is a mysterious newcomer who has never participated in a match, and the other is the ten-time consecutive winner, Qi Jue."

"Odds, one to ten!" a steward said.

"What, one to ten!" The crowd fell into a brief silence, then burst into noise.

"Damn, I have to bet right this time! Whether I can turn things around depends on this!"

"No, I'll bet all my assets."

"I bet on Qi Jue to win!" Most people chose the latter, as ten consecutive wins were not easy.

Lin Xuan slowly stood up, took out the purple-gold card, and said: "I bet on the mysterious newcomer to win!"